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It's always a sad day when your pet "goes away". It's a pity that dogs do not last very long relatively. I have lost a couple and it sticks for longer than we care to admit. My Golden lasted around the same age... and I still remember her occasionally... 15 yrs. after! -
Too cute (I had a Golden a few years ago and I still remember her with fondness...sigh).. this will have you either get one ...or a Subaru
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Never knew I needed this in my life until today ... thanks for sharing!Bendit wrote: View PostComment
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A nice article (book) on dogs relationship with humans and their concept of "love".
https://www.washingtonpost.com/scien...ccessful-love/Comment
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Wow.. I know this a very old post but it pissed me off!Bendit wrote: View Post
Comes to let them know their car door is open, murders their dog instead. Thanks jackass, almost had somebody steal 2 bucks and sunglasses from my car but you prevented it! Hero!
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I liked this one much more than the one Keon brought up ... Thanks for sharing!KeonClark wrote: View PostComment
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Time for another dog story!
I believe this to be a truism ... from some personal experience! Read this in the Guardian .... and found a new word ...(peternity)...lol
‘I put myself on peternity leave and we hung out"
: Kate Spicer, 49, journalist, and Wolfy the dog, 9, London
There were a lot of things that were a bit awry about my life. The main problem was that I went out and didn’t come home. I’d go on these benders that were incredibly destructive to my wellbeing. And then when I was working, I’d never leave the house. I’d just sit in front of the laptop thinking about all the work I had to do, moping, writing, moping again. I felt frozen in time. Unable to move forward.
There are some things you don’t question because they’re family lore and in my family it was that you can’t have a dog in London. But when I met my boyfriend and we got a flat together, I realised I really, really wanted a dog.
After many failed attempts, we found a man who was getting rid of a lurcher. The night before we met him, I was out and someone offered me drugs. I said: “No, I’m getting a dog in the morning.†They looked at me like, “So?†But it felt massive to me. That morning, my boyfriend and I drove to a place near the M25 to meet the man with the lurcher. The dog walked towards us and was a bit sad-looking, really dirty and smelled terrible. But he was still so elegant and funny, too.
It was exciting having this other little soul come into our tiny orbit. I put myself on “peternity leave†and Wolfy, as we called him, and I just hung out for a while. We’d go for lunch together and on lots of walks. He loved it.
Obviously he’s simple, he’s an animal, but his presence pulled me out of myself and centred me back to a calm part of myself. I was 45 and had worked as a freelancer in London for 25 years and was pretty hardened. But he softened me and helped me love unconditionally. I now had a reason to come home at night. I still went to parties, but in a less destructive way. Sometimes I’d take him with me and he’d just look at me like, “What the fuck? Let’s go home.†And I’d be like, “Yeah, you’re right.â€
It’s been an ongoing thing since then to disentangle from doing things that harm me. And to do things that make my short time on this earth joyful and positive; Wolfy is my daily lesson in how to live that life.Comment
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A bucket list trip with his dog... too fine!
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In times of quarantine and social distancing, mans best friend truly lives up to his/her name.Comment
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