Always had GSD's, even since I was born.
This Newfie puppy coming soon will be a major change of breed! Lol.
Always had GSD's, even since I was born.
This Newfie puppy coming soon will be a major change of breed! Lol.
My Dog History:
When I was born my mum had 2 dogs.
A female Old English Sheep dog named Phoebe and a female Staffordshire Bull Terrier named Minnie. Both were only young. Mum got given Pheobe as a present as she had always wanted an Old English. Minnie came to mum because my Dad brought her as he wanted a dog to match his ego. He thought she was a 'tough' dog....he was disappointed!
When I was about 5 my Dad tried to bait Pheobe! He hated her because she was so protective of my mum and me. He could not raise his voice without her growling.
Pheobe had been trained to NEVER eat unless given food by my mum. He ended up baiting Minnie instead She was only 2 years old.
Pheobe passed away when I was 15 (she was 16) I will never forget the phone call! I was at school in my Art class, mum called my mobile and told me Phoebe had cervical cancer and she was putting her to sleep because she was in pain.
It took many years for mum to mourn her passing and she would not get another as she didn't want a replacement.
When she got married in 2006 her husband brought her an Old English Sheepdog named Sampson. She fell in love instantly!
I moved out of home not long after she got Sammy and met my partner Brad. He had 2 dogs. A male Staffy X Bully named Tyson who was then 7 years old. He had just brought Mully a 2 year old Staffy X and she was pregnant. From the litter I had a beautiful little female (whom I named Bailey) chose me as her forever home Although due to the horrible circumstances Im thankful every day for my beautiful little bundle of joy!
Her and Sammy are the best of mates they look absolutely ridiculous together! complete opposites :P
When I last spoke to mum the breeder that Sammy came from has a pregnant bitch and is expecting them soon. She was so impressed with mums contact and the good health she had kept Sammy in that she has offered her 1st pick of a female from the new litter!
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Growing up I had a Jack Russell named Sparky. Unfortunatly he was pick up by the dog catcher when I was about 8 and dad didn't want to pay the money to get him back.
Next was a chihuahua named Shina (just realised I have no idea how we spelt his name, it's pronounced shine-ah, as in a bruise) He was rescued from my stepdads brother who was going to put him down because he was moving and couldn't take Shina with him.
Poor thing was so fat, when we got him, he was a little barrel, he was being feed a xlarge can of chum a day.
He ended up living untill he was 15 when we gave him his wings.
When I moved out with my first b/f we got two Jackrussells (Scrappy and Tasha) because aparenty our yard was too small for a large dog and my b/f wanted a dog he could take rabbit hunting.
When we split we took one dog each, I tried to get him to take both dogs as I wasn't in a position to take Tasha but he didn't want 'my' dog.
Sadly Tasha was run over by a car about 6 months after we split, Scrappy is about 11 years old now and still getting into trouble (to date he's swallowed a fish hook, been attacked by another dog ending up with 3 broken ribs and a punchered (sp) lung, lost an eye, not sure how that one happened)
It was a couple of years before I decided I was ready for another dog. I got Madeline (cross) from a pet shop (never ever doing that again) and then 6 months later got Griffen (Dogue de bordeaux) for what I thought was a breeder (thats another story) as a compainion for Maddy.
The next breed I will get is a Masiff.
I enjoyed your story very much, Judge. Thanks.
Here is a picture of Sampson at approx 6 months old!
He now weighs 48kg!
We already had a dog when I was born. Not sure how old he was, but Dino was a Blue Heeler x Kelpie. When I was about 12, he got really sick and was really old, so he was PTS.
My dad was so heartbroken over it that we didn't have a dog for years. When I was 16, our house got broken into, so we got another dog. Being a teenager, I was going through a rough time with depression and the likes, so my parents bought Brock, another Blue Heeler to make me "feel better".
It worked and I would wake up early to feed him, take him for walks and play Socket Ball with him (it was a game we made up of Soccor and Basket Ball). Then one day before one of my driving lessons, I had to put him in the laundry as we were getting a new fridge delivered. I had him by the collar and started opening the door when he all of a sudden spun around so that I would lose my grip and just kept jumping and biting at my face. There were 2 steps up to the laundry, so I knee'd him and he fell over and I ran inside. My older sister heard everything and came running out. I was bawling my eyes out, but not because it hurt, but because the dog I loved and cared for did this to me. I had to get a needle and stitches. I didn't go to the driving lesson lol. My dad wanted to get rid of him but I said no. Brock is 7 now.
Then comes Riley, a 6yr old Chihuahua x. My older sisters boyfriends dog had pups and she would bring this lil black thing home everyday. My parents said we couldn't keep him. One day my sister snuck him in her handbag, so I made a little house for him under my desk. I had him there for a few days until one day my mum came in my room saying "I can hear that dog barking, where is it"...I just sat on my bed barking lol...then she saw him. I told her how long he had been there for and that he obviously isn't a nuisence, so he stayed
A few years later comes Diesel, a 4yr old Jack Russell x Foxy. I bought him off the side of the road for $30...I just HAD to have him. We had 2 dogs already so I obviously wasn't allowed to keep him. I told my parents that I wasn't giving him away and they basically kicked me out (my parents aren't like that so I knew they were bluffing lol). For about 30min I stood there crying and crying while my boyfriend was outside holding the pup (my parents refused to look at him because they knew they would crack and let him stay) The deal maker was when I told my mum he already had a name...she asked what was it and I said "Diesel". She then looked at him and she was sold! Then SHE started convincing my dad lol. He had 1 look and was also sold. Now Diesel is my dads favourite, and all 3 dogs are the best of friends
At 22 I moved out and missed my dogs (my parents wouldn't let me take them). I wanted a newfie and went on a few waiting lists, but got impatient as they weren't breeding for a while. My (now ex) boyfriend suprised me with a black lab pup who we named Jackson. When Jackson was 8 months old we thought we would get him a friend. Welcome Keira, an approx 2yr old Kelpie x German Shepherd. We got her from the pound. They were good friends, but Keira didn't like sharing her food. My boyfriend and I broke up and I kept the dogs. I was doing fine on my own with my dogs until I realized I had feelings for my good work mate (who recently moved to Airlie Beach, I was in Sydney). I went on a holiday up there to see if there was "anything there". Sure enough there was, and without much thought and within 2 weeks, I moved to Airlie. My friends were looking after my dogs until I had them flown up here.
**I'm starting to cry**
After alot of bull**** with JetPets, my dogs were flown into Mackay. I only had them a week before my boyfriend told me that I couldn't keep them here (he lived in a unit with a reasonable sized courtyard). I was so angry at him because he told me that they would be fine, which they were. They had a few fights which I think is why he said they couldn't stay. After a long hard think and many tears, I surrendered them to Mackay S.P.C.A
I cried and cried for days afterwards. I phoned the lady a few days later to find out how they were and she told me that Keira went the next day. I asked her a little about the family she went to and it sounded like Keira would have a good life. I phoned a few days later and they said that Jackson was also gone. This was all about 4 months ago, and I still think and cry about them everyday.
Now I'm dogless and looking for my new best friend!
Only a twinkle in his daddys eye ♥♡
(IM)patiently waiting for my long awaited newfie pup ♥♡
when i was born we had a border collie X molly (sheep/house dog) and Tiger who was an australian silky terrier. mum came into the lounge when i was about 2 too find molly with my head in her mouth, just holding it, i was'nt crying or anything and she did'nt leave a mark!! weird
tiger would find snakes around the house and just bark and bark and bark until someone came out to catch them. they both lived til ripe old ages. then we had/have bella a tiny black lab she just turned 11 shes awesome, absolutely perfect dog. we brought jack also a black lab when bella was two, but he was a nutter. he dug a 2 foot deep hole to get out of the dog pen. and when he couldnt do that anymore he ate through the chicken wire fence, and when we put deer wire up he put a hole in that 2!! he went to live with a trady who takes him to work every day so there's no need for him to escape!!
so bella still lives with my parents i love her so much!!
and now there's my baby gypsie who has so much baggage from being abused its not funny but she's still a great dog!!
My doggie history is not very long, sadly. I was never allowed a dog when I was younger. When my OH and I first moved in together we got a cat, Cleo, who lived for 11 years and died shortly after we moved 180 miles away. We left her with my Mother in Law as we thought it would be easier on her but she died a few weeks later. My poor MIL blamed herself, but I think she must have been ill for while, just kept it to herself, being the independent cat she was.
My Labrador Holly came along about 2 years later. She was my substitute baby. Unfortunately I had a number of miscarriages trying for my 3rd child and after one particularly traumatic loss we decided we would get a dog instead. My OH was not particularly keen, but always said later, Holly was the second best thing I ever talked him into (the first being children ). When we moved from the UK to Australia I briefly considered leaving Holly with friends as I was really worried about the LONG trip over but couldn't face not having her with us so we flew her over. She had to spend a month in quarantine in Sydney and then was flown up to Brisbane where we picked her up. She soon settled into Aussie life and absolutely loved the sea, she would stand there and leap into the biggest waves. Unfortunately I never videoed her at the beach, I always thought there would be other times. We were totally devastated when we lost her. We still don't know exactly what was wrong with her (which I hate) but the symptoms were similar to motor neurone disease. Heartbreaking to watch and we gave her her wings on April 20, this year, she was 5. I wasn't sure I could ever love another dog the same, but found our Jenna a few months later. We weren't really ready for another dog but TBH I'm not sure I ever would have felt ready so we took the plunge and got Jenna. She is a joy. I still miss Holly every day and, although I do love Jenna, still feel maybe I won't ever love another dog quite the same as the love i felt for Holly.
I hope to get another dog in the next 12 months or so and am looking forward to the challenge of having 2. Also hoping it means we will never be without a dog again.
Oh yes, I am videoing Jenna all the time and am always taking photos. You can never have too many doggie photos
The best things in life, aren't things
Anyway, when I was about 6, I got my first dog.. Don't know what type it was but it was likely a GSD.. He was white and a stray who adopted me !!.
So I called him Doggy.. I remember he was very loyal and protective towards me. No one could even think of harming me without facing the wrath of Doggy.
Doggy passed away about when I was 10.
When I was 11, My mum bought a 'Scotch Collie' who we named Trixey.
She was the dog I grew up with from a new pup to old age. She will always be remembered for her special traits. If the phone rang, she would bark and grab your arm and lead you to the phone. If there was trouble, she would always put herself between me and the threatening situation.
If friends came, she would always announce them with a special shrill bark and point to the door..
Trixey died by leathel injection when her kidneys gave out... It was a sad day for me as I watched.
Then I got married at 21 !!
Our first 4 legged pet was a kitten who we named SOX..
He was the most amazing cat I ever knew.. He thought he was a dog..( it seemed ).
He bought us lots of pressies into our home including Brown snakes, Red belly Blacks and some other odd animals.
He even ( attempted to ) bark at unknown strangers.
He conquered many trees , only to be stuck up the top till rescued.. Thank god for the fire service !!!
He is also remembered for his numerous attempts to go for a drive in our car when we left home for the day. He loved laying at the top of the back seat and watching the passing view. He was quite sneaky when it came to getting in the car unnoticed.
Next came a Russian Blue kitten named Misty.. She was her own cat ! She would play till she had enough, then she would take a swipe to say no more.. Miss independant was her motto..
Then came another kitten we called Bikkee.. She had an absolutely gentle nature and not a mean bone in her body. Unfortunatly, she knew nothing about safe sex and we found ourselves the proud new owners of Redmond ! Redmond had six brothers and sisters which soon found new homes. Bikkee and Redmond were about 8 months apart in age. They were destined to spend the next 18-19 years together and remained very very close to each other. Redmond had the same gentle traits as his mum which is probably the reason he got catnapped at 6 months of age. We found him 4 weeks later with a dead front leg which was promptly amputated.
Next came a lovely Keeshond pup named 'Keesie'. She also shared the same gentle nature as Bikkee and Redmond and Kase and Red became the best of friends. They would often lick each other and show true affection for each other.
Then along came another Keeshond pup named 'Kosmo'. He did not share Keesie's love for redmond and so Red was quick to learn the difference between the two dogs.
Last year in May, Kosmo passed away while we were away on our first and only cruise. We only found out 2 days after when the ship sailed into Brisbane and back into mobile phone coverage. We were angry at ourselves for not being there for him.
Six months later in November last year, Keesie passed away by the dreaded green syringe. Her organs were failing from old age. My wife and I were there to comfort her as the needle was given.
Just 3 months after in February this year, Bikkee was next to go by the most horrible circumstances which I wont say here.. Needless to say, I have not forgiven myself for her death.
In early May, Kuro was welcomed into our home.. Born during February in country NSW, he arrived on a plane in Brisbane and has been our best mate from day 1...
And just another 3 months after Bikkee's passing, during late May Redmond died during the time it took to pick my son up from school. Seemed to die of natural causes quite suddenly. I don't think he even knew when it happened.
Just to top it all off, My dad passed away in June.. ( We had only started to get close during the last 5 years )
This Friday, we will be welcoming Kirri into our home.. This will be a very exciting day and we sincerly hope that Kuro will accept Kirri into his life and become life long mates !
That's my story... Thanks for reading.
Last edited by mitte; 12-14-2009 at 03:48 PM. Reason: added Kuro and Kirri
I have always grown up with dogs - my parent's have shown dogs since 1972 (I was born in '79). We have had Basset's, beagles, foxhounds, german shepherds and bull terriers.
When I was thirteen I decided I was going to show dogs too, so I bought MY first dog, Murphy, show name "Ragamuffin", a tri colour beagle. He was beautiful and became a grand champion, he loved the show ring and was still being shown in the golden oldies at 11. At 14 his kidney's were failing and he was put to sleep with my Mum, myself and my kids by his side.
When my daughter turned 9 (1.5 years ago) she decided she wanted to start showing so we bought my other loved breed a whippet. His name is Jethro and he was pulled from the show ring three months later as he hated it and he was too tall.
I decided that I didn't want to go through that again so I started looking on the rescue sites for a friend for Jethro and we found Millie, an eight / nine year old extremely overweight whippet. She is now an extremely fit whippet who will give Jethro a run for his money.
Then I continued to look on the sites and found a gorgeous female ginger kitten called Abby who we renamed Freya and she is my heart cat. Then I helped a friend of a friend and we ended up with Inka, a torteishell (sp) 6 week old kitten who is much loved except for by Freya!
In the meantime I have also fostered beagles including my much loved foster Sasha (who is in my sig), she may not be in my home but she is in my heart.
Over my thirty years of life we have probably had over 100 dogs (both ours and fosters) but I have four heart dogs, the two I have now, my old boy Murphy and an old basset who passed when I was (a lot) younger Tasha.
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