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All of these pix put a smile on my face daily 
thanks for sharing TBers
thanks for sharing TBers
Skating that fine line here, but yeah, what kind of guy doesn’t like dogs?
The first shelter dogs ever at the White House.
It always makes me very happy when homeless dogs get another chance at a secure life.
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My shift supervisors since March 2020. One of the two is more critical and cranky than the other.
Dang. I'm calling this a hostile work environment.
I brought it up to management and she retaliated. Something about the other supervisor currying favor through “kisses” and heavy “petting”.
Unfortunately, there are some very evil people out there. When I received my one year old rescue dog out of the shelter, he had been abused and beaten so bad, he had broken ribs and a damaged ear from being kicked or socked by previous A-Hole owner. It took many weeks for me to build a trusting relationship as he was extremely scared of all men. That said, the story ends well as eight years later, he is now the most affectionate and grateful dog I have ever had.
WOW!! ^^^ Your mention of his broken ear...muscles? tendons?... flashed me back to our first Shepard, Bridget (we often called her the Gaelic ‘Breedge’).
She was about a year old...Beyond scrawny...abandoned around our neighbor’s pecan orchard in the cold of winter. Our neighbors, Bob n Peggy, didn’t want her around their little kids...we all had little kids back in 1986... so they asked if WE might give her a home!
Months later, when I wondered aloud why one of her ears was ‘droopy’, Bob said (with authority)... ‘The same b@$+@£) who abandoned her felt the need to bat her about the head first...broke the cartlige that held her ear in place.’
I held her close to my heart every day for the next 9 years.
She was about a year old...Beyond scrawny...abandoned around our neighbor’s pecan orchard in the cold of winter. Our neighbors, Bob n Peggy, didn’t want her around their little kids...we all had little kids back in 1986... so they asked if WE might give her a home!
Months later, when I wondered aloud why one of her ears was ‘droopy’, Bob said (with authority)... ‘The same b@$+@£) who abandoned her felt the need to bat her about the head first...broke the cartlige that held her ear in place.’
I held her close to my heart every day for the next 9 years.
It breaks my heart at the confusion and fear that such dogs must go through.WOW!! ^^^ Your mention of his broken ear...muscles? tendons?... flashed me back to our first Shepard, Bridget (we often called her the Gaelic ‘Breedge’).
She was about a year old...Beyond scrawny...abandoned around our neighbor’s pecan orchard in the cold of winter. Our neighbors, Bob n Peggy, didn’t want her around their little kids...we all had little kids back in 1986... so they asked if WE might give her a home!
Months later, when I wondered aloud why one of her ears was ‘droopy’, Bob said (with authority)... ‘The same b@$+@£) who abandoned her felt the need to bat her about the head first...broke the cartlige that held her ear in place.’
I held her close to my heart every day for the next 9 years.
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Same here as far has the cartilage in the ear being damaged from physical abuse. If I push his ear down, sometimes it will stay for a moment but then returns sticking out. I have asked myself many times, what kind of dude would do this to a little puppy? I must confess that I have daydreamed about finding the dude and give him some of his own medicine but of course that will never happen.WOW!! ^^^ Your mention of his broken ear...muscles? tendons?... flashed me back to our first Shepard, Bridget (we often called her the Gaelic ‘Breedge’).
She was about a year old...Beyond scrawny...abandoned around our neighbor’s pecan orchard in the cold of winter. Our neighbors, Bob n Peggy, didn’t want her around their little kids...we all had little kids back in 1986... so they asked if WE might give her a home!
Months later, when I wondered aloud why one of her ears was ‘droopy’, Bob said (with authority)... ‘The same b@$+@£) who abandoned her felt the need to bat her about the head first...broke the cartlige that held her ear in place.’
I held her close to my heart every day for the next 9 years.
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...prolly not...but we’re All allowed to daydream, ain’t we?!!
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Art mimics life. A friend in high school (also on my golf team) was rather large. One day at the local country club, he was trying to strut his stuff a bit by jumping over a plastic decorative chain no higher than the bolster on that doggie bed, lining the sidewalk from the clubhouse to the pool. Which was surrounded by the high school age daughters of the members. Unfortunately for "Bobby", his trailing foot never actually cleared the ground. He went down face-first just like that dog.
Well, almost like that dog. He managed to fracture his left arm in two places.
Heck of an impression he made.
Thankfully, dogs seem to know how to forgive fully.
And also thankfully, there are kind fellas like you guys who will take them home and treat them with the love they deserve.
Thumbs up for you lot.
When it's cold out and the snow is blowing, pupster likes to hang out in the baby sling.
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Looks like an Iggy! Love my Iggy/Chihuahua mix. I call him an Iggyhua! Lots easier to say than Italian Greyhuahua.
Looks like an Iggy! Love my Iggy/Chihuahua mix. I call him an Iggyhua! Lots easier to say than Italian Greyhuahua.
She is an IG. You'll have to post one of yours so we are see him.
