post your dog or fav. dog breed

[Gypsy Nirvana]

Hey gypsy I like the dog in the middle

Yes, he was a good dog was Brutus the one eyed Boxer.

He lost his eye to a 'Pantot' or Palawanian Stink Badger, who he was trying to dig out of the ground. I was not there at the time, but by the time I returned his eye was very infected, so I took him to the vet who gave him a course of anti-biotics, which worked.

Poor old Brutus finally died by cobra bite. A 6 ft long dead cobra was found near his body one morning. So he gave as good as he got.
All the other dogs there are dobie's and rott's or crosses of those two breeds, so Brutus had a lot to contend with growing up with that lot, but he never backed down, and always stood his ground.

 

[St. Phatty]

That's awesome. Was there a lot of red tape getting him back to the states?

They had to take him to a vet.

He was in bad shape - skin problems etc.

Somehow the vet gave him a thumbs up.

 

[Ph-patrol]

 

[growsjoe1]

Boxer dogs kick ass, Gypsy's looks like a no quitter with that one eye and PH's black and white is beautiful. Not a typical color at all.

Blurry pic of my boy, Diesel. As Boxer goofy as they come...a real clown.

 

[Green Squall]

Nice pack of dogs, Gypsy. Mine lost sight in one eye from a tumor. It didn't slow him down a bit. Dogs are resilient animals.

 

[Gypsy Nirvana]

Yeah, I love boxers, and Brutus was quite a smart one by all accounts. He was really no more than a runt when I first got him, but we fed him up, and he learned to run rings around the Rotts, because they were always trying to dominate him.

There is alot more wear and tear on a dog out there in the tropics. Packs of mangy local dogs for them to deal with, the intense heat and humidity, and all sorts of other animals, snakes, monitor lizards etc and bacteria's you don't get in colder climates.

9 degrees south of the equator we were.

 

[Ghoul]

My Bro

 

[Gypsy Nirvana]

That's a good looking Rott Ghoul, great dogs when trained properly.

 

[Ghoul]

Thank you, Gipsy.
Yes, they’ve strong behavior and usually are considered vicious and dangerous, but they are smart and sensitive too. As you say, when are well trained, could play with children, meet people and other dogs.
He’s a ‘’weedguard’’ too

 

[makedon]

mr D on the run :kitty:

 

[Stinkymutt]

On guard , or something like that ?

On guard , or something like that ?


sorry its sideways

 

[Stonehedge]

My dog

My dog

This is my Boston Bull Terrier "Ziggy" he was my daughters pick of the litter. Soon as she saw the brown brindle she was in love..

Dam good watchdog!

 

[growsjoe1]

Great looking dog, Stonehedge. Yep, unusual color and quite striking. I can see why your youngster fell in love.

 

[MicroRoy]

I had to put my old doggie down. We had lots of fun and good times. Over twelve years.

 

[geneva_sativa]

sorry to hear that MicroRoy. . .

looks like a cool and special dog

 

[Stonehedge]

Great looking dog, Stonehedge. Yep, unusual color and quite striking. I can see why your youngster fell in love.

Thanks my friend! He is a handfull but we love him...

This was my old American Bulldog hands down one of the best looking animals i ever seen im talking massive head with a rib cage so well sprung when he stacked his chest looked as wide as a 55gal drum. He was 98lbs and 22" to the withers.

(RIP) Pistol Pete

 

[Goats]

My girl

My girl

here is my girl Kya

4 year old husky x border collie rescued and now living the happiest life.

 

[944s2]

Had the familys last rottweiler put to sleep a few months ago,,our third Rottweiler and my departed fathers dog who my sister took in,,,
love the rotties and he lived to just over 12 and vet said that was good for a rottie,,,s2

 

[moose eater]

I can't recall when I haven't had at least one dog. Hitch-hiked all over much of North America in the 70s and 80s with my first Norwegian Elkhound. Had numerous dogs before her, and many dogs since.

In a more jaded time in life, I told others that "I've never had a dog take the contents of my wallet or steal my stash, and I've never had a lover go for a cop's throat."

The unconditional acceptance and friendship from each of the unique pups we've had has been a true gift.

We have three at the moment; a neurotic 7-1/2 yr. old German Shepherd female who is my best friend (literally) and protector, another Norwegian Elkhound (a rescue we acquired from people who'd found her wandering, and after not being able to locate an owner, gave her to us for my youngest son; now his best friend), and my wife's 13-1/2 yr old smaller male poodle, or poodle cross; also a rescue.

'Joe' the poodle. All of 15 lbs., curly sheep-dog like fur, soft grey on white Like a miniature sheep dog, and a sheep dog hair cut to boot. Smart as a whip, kind, gentle, and funnier than all hell. A stellar sense of humor. Having Joe come to us by way of some hard knocks was a gift to all of us; Joe, my wife, and the remainder of our household, too.

Joe's only been with us for maybe 5 months or so, but seems to know he's now a permanent member of our family, and is safe here. He travels everywhere with me, sitting on the center console in my truck, sitting in the boat, and seems at home hopping up on our snowmobiles, as though he's traveled by all these means before, he's -that- comfortable with them.

I hold a somewhat somber outlook in life for many reasons, but all of these critters have given me pause to really laugh. Joe in particular, most recently. And I don't always laugh that easily.

This morning when I was on the computer, too little sleep once again, still feeling the joint I'd puffed to get to bed at 3:00 A.M., and needing to get a vehicle to town on exceptionally slick roads in order to get some repair work done for an upcoming lengthy drive, I heard a subtle commotion at the breakfast table.

Laughter at 7:00 A.M. nearly always causes me to be a bit suspicious.

"What the hell's going on??!!"

My spot at the head of the table was unoccupied due to my being at my desk, and Joe, it seems, had hopped up into my dining chair (he's quite agile for his age), squared himself to my table setting, sitting properly in my seat, and laid his chin on the table (which required very little slouching, due to his size). (*Mind you, I never tolerate a dog getting comfy at our dinner table.. except for this morning, apparently...).

There Joe sat, in my chair, chin on table, staring straight ahead, looking at no one in particular, and seemingly waiting for a plate of what ever everyone else was having; a fried egg on whole grain toast.

His behavior told me he'd done this before, elsewhere, and perhaps even had been served in this manner.

When Joe runs on our property, off-leash, he gives it his all. He can jump higher than many bigger pups, and runs so hard and fast that his long curly gray and white ears flop out behind him like Snoopy's WWI flying ace scarf..

Just watching him run causes me to laugh out loud at times..

And he seems to have no knowledge of his size. Whether it's a moose in the yard, or a person in the driveway, he's ON IT!! The shepherd and elkhound both seem to humor him, and permit him to think he's bigger than he is.

Joe needed a family and some love, my wife needed a companion of her own (aside from me, that is), and I needed a reason to smile and laugh. Something to help me find the rays of sunshine again.

We received a true gift for free, and Joe received a family and a reprieve from what would've likely been euthanasia..

This Thanksgiving, when or if we do that whole corny "What I'm thankful for " thing, I intend to tell those present that I'm thankful for my family that remains here, my canine friends, and especially that Joe found a safe place with us.

 

[UncleBens]

here is my girl Kya

4 year old husky x border collie rescued and now living the happiest life.

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Thats a bonnie dog