Unbelievable. Of all the ground we have covered on this website, not a thread dedicated to dogs? This one could end up sticky material if everyone chimes in like I think they might. Throw out your dog stories, pictures, memories. I know we have some dog lovers on here.
I will start with Brutus. I hate to start this thread on a downer note, but Brutus is on his way downhill fast. We rescued him as a completely emaciated stray from the pound. He got nurtured back to health and has spent most of his life as a 75-80lb boxer. We don't have a doorbell but with Brutus we haven't needed one. We have had him 11years. They estimated him at 1-2yrs old when we got him. This puts him at 12-13yrs old. For a boxer, this is pretty ancient. The old man has had a great life and has offered us 11yrs of loyal service. He came into our home when our youngest was an infant and our oldest was 2 1/2-3yrs old. The pound allowed us to do a trial weekend. While in my recliner with infant son on my lap and toddler daughter on my lap, Brutus laid at my feet. Our daughter jumped off the recliner straddling the dog. She grabbed his ears and jumped up and down yelling "horsey horsey!" I couldn't do anything fast with the infant on my lap. Fortunately, this test was passed by Brutus with flying colors. He never flinched. At that point, I knew he was not going back to the pound. Our son is 11.5 and our daughter will be 14 in October. They know his time is near. He has been the main topic of conversation lately. We have laughed, cried, and talked a lot. Our kids do not remember a time when Brutus was not part of their lives. Our old warrior will be missed when he leaves us.
I will start with Brutus. I hate to start this thread on a downer note, but Brutus is on his way downhill fast. We rescued him as a completely emaciated stray from the pound. He got nurtured back to health and has spent most of his life as a 75-80lb boxer. We don't have a doorbell but with Brutus we haven't needed one. We have had him 11years. They estimated him at 1-2yrs old when we got him. This puts him at 12-13yrs old. For a boxer, this is pretty ancient. The old man has had a great life and has offered us 11yrs of loyal service. He came into our home when our youngest was an infant and our oldest was 2 1/2-3yrs old. The pound allowed us to do a trial weekend. While in my recliner with infant son on my lap and toddler daughter on my lap, Brutus laid at my feet. Our daughter jumped off the recliner straddling the dog. She grabbed his ears and jumped up and down yelling "horsey horsey!" I couldn't do anything fast with the infant on my lap. Fortunately, this test was passed by Brutus with flying colors. He never flinched. At that point, I knew he was not going back to the pound. Our son is 11.5 and our daughter will be 14 in October. They know his time is near. He has been the main topic of conversation lately. We have laughed, cried, and talked a lot. Our kids do not remember a time when Brutus was not part of their lives. Our old warrior will be missed when he leaves us.
