Thread: Dogs!

Jamie, I noticed Oscar didn't say anything but Boris was telling him something..........like when he grows up he's gonna kick his butt!
I love 'em.

Old dog, new trick. Sorry poor vid quality.

First, my ol' Bullmastiff Sandy (1997-2008).


She was the Best Dog in the World (). Ok, in my opinion anyway. She was like Mother Teresa, Dr. Schweitzer, Albert Einstein, and Grandpa Walton rolled into one dog. She had an old soul, and I miss her every day. In this pic my daughters nasty little dog Frank is using her for a chaise lounge. In her typical way, she is quietly tolerant in spite of not necessarily being excited by the notion of this little poop factory using her as furniture. I loved this dog like fat kids love Little Debbie snack cakes.




My current hound, Lucy the Bulldog.


Lucy is 180 degrees out of phase from Sandy the Bullmastiff. I figure we used up our dog karma on Sandy, and Lucy is the albatross around our neck we bear for Jackpotting with Sandy. Let me just say to the uninitiated that the English Bulldog's reputation for stubbornness is vastly understated. This dog is as hardheaded as Winston Churchill on a cranky day. She is stupid, gassy, gluttonous, snores loudly, a bed hog, un-apologeticly clumsy and as sweet as pie. The consummate sociopath. Truth be told, I may love her almost as much as Sandy.

Be sure to have the volume turned up for this.

More Police dog humor.

David Hayhoe had his search dog Treos ashes tattooed on him after he passed.

Treo was awarded the Dicken cross the animal equivalent of the Victoria cross for saving countless servicemen's lives in Afghanistan.
I read his book "All about Treo" awhile ago and its a great read, makes you realise how intelligent dogs are.

Paw hero‘s military tattoo: Owner pays tribute to bomb-hunting pooch with body art containing his ASHES

If anyone needs proof that dogs are smart, leave the lock off your humidor......

Originally Posted by Grizzley1

If anyone needs proof that dogs are smart, leave the lock off your humidor......

that was good let him out !

Originally Posted by maliboy67

Thanks, he is an excellent hunter and a great family pet.

We've got an English chocolate lab for a duck dog—the problem is, is my wife picked him out of the litter using her 'get the smallest one that's sleeping' method. The outcome from such a decision is that he's now over a hundred and ten pounds, can't put in a full day's work, but likes watching television and is fond of double bocks more than he is stouts.

He can't even sit thru an episode of Wicked Tuna without falling asleep. He's the gold standard of what the term 'lazy' means.



In New York we put in plenty of time duck hunting along the Hudson, since we've relocated to California, I haven't found the time. We'll still work him at a local state park with bumpers, whistle calls, and hand signals—that has a lake which allows dogs off the leash, but it just isn't the same.

A few weeks ago, we took him to a dog park (that's what Californians do—take their dogs to a fenced in dog park). Along the way to the gates of the park, we had to pass by a pond—with a few mallards. He didn't have a problem jumping the 4' fence—diving into the pond—then retrieving a live, uninjured duck—hopping back over the fence. Kids were crying—other dog owners were stumped—the spectacle of such a thing got the best of them. One of them even called the cops. Fortunately, the cop that showed up was an avid duck hunter—and Rocky got off with a warning.

Originally Posted by BloodOrange

We've got an English chocolate lab for a duck dog—the problem is, is my wife picked him out of the litter using her 'get the smallest one that's sleeping' method. The outcome from such a decision is that he's now over a hundred and ten pounds, can't put in a full day's work, but likes watching television and is fond of double bocks more than he is stouts.

He can't even sit thru an episode of Wicked Tuna without falling asleep. He's the gold standard of what the term 'lazy' means.

In New York we put in plenty of time duck hunting along the Hudson, since we've relocated to California, I haven't found the time. We'll still work him at a local state park with bumpers, whistle calls, and hand signals—that has a lake which allows dogs off the leash, but it just isn't the same.

A few weeks ago, we took him to a dog park (that's what Californians do—take their dogs to a fenced in dog park). Along the way to the gates of the park, we had to pass by a pond—with a few mallards. He didn't have a problem jumping the 4' fence—diving into the pond—then retrieving a live, uninjured duck—hopping back over the fence. Kids were crying—other dog owners were stumped—the spectacle of such a thing got the best of them. One of them even called the cops. Fortunately, the cop that showed up was an avid duck hunter—and Rocky got off with a warning.

Would have bought a plane ticket to see those Folks. You made my day.....[emoji38]

Many don't realize that dogs were domesticated for many reasons that citiots find hard to fathom....