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TR (Teddy). He's sitting in his toy box that used to be a laundry basket. Yes...he has that many toys.

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The story: My grand daughter Kate was visiting for a couple of weeks. One day she had a full blown "I want my mommy" attack. There was nothing I could do to settle her down, and calling mommy at that time would have just fed into it. From outside, and blasting through the dog door comes Brandy. Brandy jumps up on the bed, and burrows down between Kate and the bed. Five minutes later, they are both sleeping on the bed:

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Brandy's nickname is, "Snuggle Bug".
 
The story: My grand daughter Kate was visiting for a couple of weeks. One day she had a full blown "I want my mommy" attack. There was nothing I could do to settle her down, and calling mommy at that time would have just fed into it. From outside, and blasting through the dog door comes Brandy. Brandy jumps up on the bed, and burrows down between Kate and the bed. Five minutes later, they are both sleeping on the bed:

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Brandy's nickname is, "Snuggle Bug".
Dogs are awesome.
 
The story: My grand daughter Kate was visiting for a couple of weeks. One day she had a full blown "I want my mommy" attack. There was nothing I could do to settle her down, and calling mommy at that time would have just fed into it. From outside, and blasting through the dog door comes Brandy. Brandy jumps up on the bed, and burrows down between Kate and the bed. Five minutes later, they are both sleeping on the bed:

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Brandy's nickname is, "Snuggle Bug".


Awwwwwwwwwwww

My great Huskey Madison, in her element.

Come on dad, lets play!!

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What a beautiful dog.
 
Huskies are amazing.Beaut of a dog. Love Siberians but want a Malamute.With my bad eyesight is she Siberian or MALLIE?

Madison was a Siberian. I lost her about three years ago to a hepatic tumor. She went to sleep while I held her, petted her and talked with her; she seemed comfortable and at peace. I don't do well at all when I finally leave the room. Madison, and all of the other fuzzy, loving critters I have loved and lived with, i have her ashes in an urn. When my time comes, I too will be ashes that will go to Arlington for a final resting place. Mixed in with my remains, will be the ashes of the loving fuzzy friends that helped make my life so full. Sometimes i have trouble seeing what I am typing, some dust, I suppose.
 
I've had two really exceptional dogs in my life. Max was a black lab, super playful and loving, but a full on protector. While I was deployed on my first trip, someone tried to kick in the front door to our house while my ex-wife was home. Max jumped on top of her and faced the door barked and barked until whoever it was was gone. He got distemper while I was deployed and had to be put down. It crushed me. Max was taught to fetch with a rolled up sock as a puppy. His favorite thing to do was go hunting socks, and he would find and bring them to you. Hampers be dammed.

The other dog is my current black lab Texas. All the same qualities of Max, but with a bit more of the protecting instinct. He scares the shit out of anyone who comes close to my family that he hasn't met and conducted his approval ritual with. He still gets between my mother and the kids when she visits, not aggressive, but just there in case. His favorite thing in life is fetching a ball and when I leave the house, he stays by the front door facing the door until I get back. He is a hugger and needs a hug every day, and we have our chat's about every other day where he moans growls and barks as I ask him questions. I'm actually quite convinced he understands English very well.

Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of Max, my ex-wife tossed them in the trash with a ton of other personal keepsakes during our divorce.

But this is Texas
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I've had two really exceptional dogs in my life. Max was a black lab, super playful and loving, but a full on protector. While I was deployed on my first trip, someone tried to kick in the front door to our house while my ex-wife was home. Max jumped on top of her and faced the door barked and barked until whoever it was was gone. He got distemper while I was deployed and had to be put down. It crushed me. Max was taught to fetch with a rolled up sock as a puppy. His favorite thing to do was go hunting socks, and he would find and bring them to you. Hampers be dammed.

The other dog is my current black lab Texas. All the same qualities of Max, but with a bit more of the protecting instinct. He scares the shit out of anyone who comes close to my family that he hasn't met and conducted his approval ritual with. He still gets between my mother and the kids when she visits, not aggressive, but just there in case. His favorite thing in life is fetching a ball and when I leave the house, he stays by the front door facing the door until I get back. He is a hugger and needs a hug every day, and we have our chat's about every other day where he moans growls and barks as I ask him questions. I'm actually quite convinced he understands English very well.

Unfortunately I don't have any pictures of Max, my ex-wife tossed them in the trash with a ton of other personal keepsakes during our divorce.

But this is Texas
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I am sorry that you lost Max:(. Texas is a beautiful Lab!
 
I am sorry that you lost Max:(. Texas is a beautiful Lab!

Yeah that one still bothers me. Apparently he got out of the backyard, animal control picked him up and called my ex, she decided to leave him in there a few days to teach him a lesson. He got distemper while there. I still have his ashes on my dresser, really loved that dog.

Texas has been amazing with my family and especially with me. He brings out my softer side and keeps me busy when I'm being a bum. Couldn't ask for a better dog.

Thank you.
 
Yeah that one still bothers me. Apparently he got out of the backyard, animal control picked him up and called my ex, she decided to leave him in there a few days to teach him a lesson. He got distemper while there. I still have his ashes on my dresser, really loved that dog.

Texas has been amazing with my family and especially with me. He brings out my softer side and keeps me busy when I'm being a bum. Couldn't ask for a better dog.

Thank you.

There is just something about dogs that just move so deeply. Like I've mentioned before, the ashes of my dogs go along with my ashes to Arlington; wether Arington knows about it or now. We may have to do it on the sly. I have not done any research on it yet, so I'm not sure if they allow it or not.
 
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This is Napoleon. He's only eight weeks old and weighs less than two pounds, but he's already been through quite a lot. Found him in the middle of the road, dragging his back legs on the ground behind him. I scooped him up into the car and ran him to the animal hospital, where I was told he had been hit by a car which fractured his hip, along with giving him those scratches and bumps on his face. After he got his shots and medication, I took him home and he's been on the mend. He's a real survivor! :thumbsup:
 
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