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It happened to me, in the past.
I was taking care of a friend's dog named Thor, a very big, muscular, tough pitbull. Every day I went 3 times to give him food and take him outside. One of the last days I found a door like this. He just destroyed the door, I don't know why.
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We call 'em Cannardly Terriers. 'Cos you cannardly tell what breed they are...
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Joshu was a rescued pit/lab mix. He was a truly amazing dog in so many ways, and I still miss him. There are so many (true) stories about him. We lived an exciting life back then, and he was smart, funny, loving, and phenomenally strong.
The relevant story (well, beside the one where my upstairs neighbor's dog went into heat and Joshu bashed a hole in their door so he could "visit")
We had moved to a new place, which had a solid wooden fence. We left Joshu out in the yard one day, and he decided that he wanted to explore the neighborhood.
We came outside to find a dog-sized hole in the fence. It wasn't quite like the dog-shaped holes in the cartoons, but it was pretty close.
But that wasn't the funny part. Because that side of the fence went to the neighbor's yard. And looking through the hole, in a straight line, across the neighbor's yard, was another dog-sized hole. Which led into *that* neighbor's yard. And a third, on the far side of that yard.
All in a straight line. No distractions for Joshu. Swerving neither left nor right, bashing through fences until he came out and could take a proper jaunt around the neighborhood...
He was a Good Boy.
I had a cousin come stay with me for a few months while he was going through a divorce. He brought his Boxer, Dempsey, with him. We usually closed Dempsey in my laundry room whenever we were both gonna be gone for a while. One time my cousin forgot to turn a light on in the laundry room. I got calls from my alarm company that my motion detectors were going off so I get home and Dempsey’s there to greet me. He pounded his way through the drywall and was just running around the house setting off motion detectors. After that, anytime he started getting out of control I just pointed to where I had repaired the drywall and he’d drop his head and leave the room.
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this is the look I got when I told her I have to go to work or she doesn't eat this morning
This program really helped me understand why they tolerate us human beans. In essence: We didn't domesticate canines – they domesticated us.
Good read. I'm used to thinking about the relationship more in terms of pack dynamics. But the love gene as by-catch in selective breeding for other traits makes perfect sense to me. Sure don't contradict any observations I can think of off the top of my head.
luckily there is a boat ramp close
Far from teaching my dogs to get me a cold one, the fridge on the deck is dog locked. I don't know if it's paid off or no. But that fridge has definitely been taxed, pre-latch.
When I was young and pedantic, I trained a dog so he wouldn't eat anything until he got the word. Instead he would look on and drool big slimy runners. That's also a nose I don't want near my beer.
Edit: They may not want to hear it over on the coronavirus thread, but dogs are famous for increasing resistance to illnesses in children. Maybe drooly doggie would be an asset in the babyfood fridge.
When I was young and pedantic, I trained a dog so he wouldn't eat anything until he got the word. Instead he would look on and drool big slimy runners. That's also a nose I don't want near my beer.
Edit: They may not want to hear it over on the coronavirus thread, but dogs are famous for increasing resistance to illnesses in children. Maybe drooly doggie would be an asset in the babyfood fridge.
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Meet rescue dog Albus Dumbledog, who as usual has found the most comfy possible spot for a nap:
Meet Monday.
He's a 7 week old chocolate Golden Doodle. His full name is Brewmaster Monday, Legend of Milwaukee.
He's a 7 week old chocolate Golden Doodle. His full name is Brewmaster Monday, Legend of Milwaukee.
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Lovely boy. Lovely name.
So much better than something like: Billy, Born to Bag Groceries.
