This was several years ago, I had just purchased a $150 chenille bed for my dogs. They all loved it and wanted to be on it. Only one problem, it was the dead of summer and a very warm bed.
Rusty in particular REALLY loved that bed. My dogs kind of play musical chairs with beds, it’s pretty funny. So they all know once they get off a bed, someone else is going to hop on the comfy new bed.
Rusty figured out a loophole. He left his feet on the bed while cooling down on the tile. He’d be on the bed, get hot, flop onto the tile to cool, then back onto the bed.
Kendra who’s nickname for a few years has been “fatdoge” loves sunbathing. There’s few things she’s loved more in life than laying on hot cement (or rolling!) and enjoying watching the sun setting.
I got this amazing picture of her, then told her “time to go inside” and she turned and gave me that face. One can only imagine the clean translation for it would be “No, YOU go inside.”. Though far more colorful, I am sure.
Wolfham has a very high prey drive, and over time with some guidance she’s aimed it towards bugs. Especially flies!
She managed to snap midair and knock this fly onto the bed. It landed on my pillow. I turned just in time to see that big ol’ paw of hers go up where she was going to step on the fly. On my pillow. So I quickly grabbed it, and she gave me this look of like “That my fly gimme back!”. She locked onto it and was whimpering so loudly to get her new toy back.. She watched it go down the toilet sadly.
I have a lot of videos and gifs of my doggos with whipped cream. They get some maybe once a month in summer, and more rarely in winter as it’s when I eat ice cream, they get some. They can hear that can go “psschh” and come running no matter where they are.
DeeDee has a thing about her red bowtie. Everyone tells her how pretty she is when she’s wearing it and she goes to each person that is in the house to show them how pretty she is and smiles.
She has a big underbite, and her lower jaw teeth are not formed properly. She has one tooth on her lower jaw that is dead center of her mouth and points forward. When she smiles, she lowers her bottom lip to show her gums and her one toof. That is her smile, the more gums you see the happier she is.
I’ll put the whole album of rescue-day-party up soon, but the short of it is once a year I have a doggie party. Since I don’t know any of their birthdays, instead we just have a dog-party, where I celebrate them. Celebrate rescuing them. Celebrate the joy they bring.
I had some left over mashed potatoes and a little bit of chicken left over from dinner, so I made all the dogs a little plate. Around 1-1.5 tablespoons of mashed potatoes and a sprinkling of chicken. I only make this a few times a year, so anytime I do make mashed potatoes (from scratch), they get a little bit.
It took a few tries but I think I got a good picture of them noming hard.
Since she was young, she has had laser focus and can lock on to food from tens of feet away. I’ve thrown food at her from over 30′ away and she’s caught it. I routinely (as in several times a day) toss random food and treats at her from 15′ or so and she catches 9 times out of 10. The miss being my fault. She’s a bit older and slower now, but the front end is just as fast and accurate.
There are these treats called “Greenies” that are tooth cleaning treats. All of my dogs LOVE them, and it’s by far their favorite treat. They only get them once a week, on Sunday night after they’ve eaten their food, gone outside to do their business, and the night’s wound down.
This is Sporky’s first Greenie. I made sure he was last to get it, so he could see how much the other dogs LOVE it and go crazy begging for them. So when I gave it to him, he KNEW how important it was. It worked
My boy Rusty was, by far, the worst-case rescue I’ve ever seen. He was a feral street dog that never had an owner before, was about 1.5 years old when I rescued him, and had been in MANY fights. But you could see the kindness and affection hidden under the layers of pain and suffering.
At first, I wasn’t sure if I could keep him. That turned into maybe I can keep him as an outside dog. Then that turned into maybe he can be an inside dog. And now he’s the most affectionate, silly, caring dog I have. He takes care of all the other dogs. Has no aggression of any type.
If another dog takes his treat or food, he just watches them eat it, then turns to look at me like “Daddy, she ate my cookie 🙁 I guess I’ll go lay down now 🙁 ” and walks away. His face and body has hundreds (I’m not exaggerating) of puncture wounds, he has a 6″ long scar from where his neck was ripped open, the top of his snout was ripped open, and all the white dots of fur on his face are scars from tooth puncture wounds. He has a broken ankle that didn’t heal right.
At least once a day, he has to lay on my chest with his arms hooked over my arm, his face pushed against my face or snout under my chin or neck, and I just hold him. He just lays there. Then he gets up, licks my face, and continues on with whatever he was doing.
