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electric monk
16:56 / 13.07.06


This is Rudy. He is the Best Dog What Ever Was.

Rudy once belonged to the previous owners of our house. He is named after Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, as he was coldly dumped in the street tied into a garbage bag one Christmas Eve and rescued by the children of the previous owners. In the course of our bargaining with the owners for the house, we were asked if we would consider keeping Rudy, as they were moving into a smaller house and wouldn't have the space for a large-ish dog. I was sold immediately, having fallen in love with this sweet sweet canine as we took our initial tour of the house. From the moment I walked in Rudy was at my side, happy to be petted and fawned over (as I tend to do with all dogs I meet. I'm such a sucker.). When the offer was made, we had to discuss it regardless of my enthusiasm. Was he sick in some non-obvious way? Did he have worms? A bad temper that hadn't been apparent to us? Why would ANYONE want to leave this dog behind? We finally accepted the offer and moved into his house shortly thereafter. Not a thing wrong with him, either physically or mentally. Rudy readily accepted us as his new family, tho his sadness at the exit of his previous was apparent for weeks after we moved in. He's gotten over it since then.

When our son arrived one year ago, Rudy understood right away that this was a fragile little thing also in need of his care. He even tried to nip me once or twice when I was attending to the baby, mistakenly thinking I was hurting lil' monk because of his crying. Once I explained to Rudy that I loved the baby and wasn't hurting him, the nipping stopped. Rudy and lil' monk are well on their way to being best friends now. Such a caring, lovely dog is Rudy that the excited bonks on the head from lil' monk (we're still working on the "pet the puppy" concept) are tolerated by Rudy. He'll look to my wife and I for help in these situations, always with a look that says, "There's really nothing I can do about this, but it's rather bothersome. Help a puppy out, huh?" I think he has growled at lil' monk once or twice, but they're always supervised when together and we make sure to separate the two if it gets to that point. We also keep lil' monk from climbing on Rudy, and make sure Rudy has a safe space in which to chill if he needs it.

Rudy is also a cat lover. Despite his easygoing nature both our cats distrust him, and Rudy's overtures for snuggling are ignored or violently fought off. Teeny, our calico, enjoys play-fights and romping. Rudy is usually happy to play along, and though both cats still have their claws and are willing to use them, Rudy's never bitten or roughed up either cat.

Rudy enjoys chicken, long walks, and barking when our sprinkler system kicks on at night.
 
 
Ticker
17:06 / 13.07.06
*melty*
 
 
■
18:25 / 13.07.06
Who's a good girl, then?
Hello!
Arf! Where's the food?
 
 
EvskiG
18:44 / 13.07.06
My puppy Phoebe.



She destroys things.



And our older guy Mo.



A dignified fellow.

Here they are together eating an alligator.

 
 
■
18:53 / 13.07.06
Savage hounds. Speaking of which, we need a Sheena update, don't we? Tango, can you give the Stoat a nudge and get some puppy pics?
 
 
electric monk
19:03 / 13.07.06
Twist his arm if you have to. Ze seems pretty reticent to talk about that dog. ;-)
 
 
Mon Oncle Ignatius
20:42 / 13.07.06
Yeah, I think this thread could do with some new Sheena pix. I forgot to take any recently, as I see her quite a bit.

I can inform everyone that she's developed a very hefty bodymass - all muscle, no fat by the way - as her occasional puppyish bumps into the back of my legs keeps on proving.

If Stoatie hasn't got any, I'll take some myself and post them here.
 
 
Mon Oncle Ignatius
20:55 / 13.07.06
I did some digging, and was asonished that the most recent picture I have of her is from March.

The action in this shot is entirely typical, naturally.

More adorability later...
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
21:06 / 13.07.06
Yes, I haven't actually got any new ones, what with my camera being buggered. We should sort some out next week, or maybe at the weekend.

Incidentally, is Sasha actually flying in that picture?
 
 
matthew.
21:38 / 13.07.06
"Hi. I'm Keshia. In this picture, I'm trying to get Vandy to play with me, but she's too old and wants to sleep.

"One time, this fun person put me in this really fun place that smelled really good. I was up to my ears in delishious garbage and smells. But the sky went black and I couldn't see anything. Then, somebody brought light and brought me home, where I played with Matt's dogs.

"My people had gone missing, I guess. Matt was on the case and found my people and I said goodbye to Matt and went home. I scolded my people, saying, 'Don't you run off again!' and now I'm happy.

"I've always been happy. I always will be."



And this is Missie, my dog, my princess, standing next to...
 
 
ibis the being
21:48 / 13.07.06
Hoorah, Barbelith dog lovers! This is my pup Russell -



I love that little fucker. He is a little over a year old, raised him from 8 weeks old. He loves all people, except for people who move in nonorganic, mechanical ways, like people on escalators or (embarrassingly enough for us) electric wheelchairs. He thinks all humans were put on the earth to give him a scritch behind the ears, or, even better, on the belly. If he sees someone he likes as we are walking down the street, he desperately tries to catch their eye, and if they look down at him he's been known to sprawl out, legs in the air, like PET MY BELLY NOW PLEEEASE. He loves kids and is completely gentle and mellow with them, much like monk describes Rudy.

I love dogs in general but Russell really is an ambassador for his species. We take him everywhere and people are always stopping in their tracks to ogle and pet him... many times we've been told "I'm not a dog person [or, I'm a cat person] but this is one cute dog."
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
21:51 / 13.07.06
Whoah, Russell's really fluffed out, ain't he? Gorgeous.
 
 
Mon Oncle Ignatius
22:05 / 13.07.06
Incidentally, is Sasha actually flying in that picture?

She is in fact landing.
 
 
Jackie Susann
07:23 / 14.07.06
This is my favourite thread ever!
 
 
electric monk
11:18 / 14.07.06
Glad you're enjoying, Jackie. I'm getting quite a kick out if it myself. I have this urge to lovingly moosh the faces of all these fine pooches in my hands and exclaim, "Whoo's a boojy moojy poojy, huh? Whoo's a boojy moojy poojy?"

Great pics everyone. Keep 'em coming!
 
 
paranoidwriter waves hello
11:31 / 14.07.06
All these pups are mighty fine creatures and you're all making me jealous that as an adult I'm not wealthy or responsible enough to have a canine companion. I also wish I had a picture of one of my childhood canine companions to show you.

Monk, Rudy looks and sounds like a gem.

When our son arrived one year ago, Rudy understood right away that this was a fragile little thing also in need of his care. He even tried to nip me once or twice when I was attending to the baby, mistakenly thinking I was hurting lil' monk because of his crying. Once I explained to Rudy that I loved the baby and wasn't hurting him, the nipping stopped.

Dogs can be cool like that, "pack behaviour" and all that.

I remember once when one of my many cousins was born and hir elder sibling (a toddler) was having problems adjusting to not being the baby anymore. They came to our house for a visit one day and, after an exiting introduction to our wing of the clan, the baby soon fell asleep at one end of the sofa. My dog was asleep at the other end and I was sitting nearby in an armchair as I watched my other cousin, the toddler, enter the room and approach the sleeping baby.

Ze had a moody look upon hir face, no doubt because all the adults were in the kitchen nattering about the baby and not hir, and ze started tugging at the sleeping baby's romper. But before I could say anything, my dog saved me the trouble: he gave a amazingly controlled growl and fixed his eyes firmly on those of the jealous toddler. My cousin legged it as fast as hir little legs could carry hir. My dog yawned and went back to sleep.

Dogs - are - ace.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
13:51 / 14.07.06
Sheena met a kitten the other day. And she was totally cool with it- a friendly sniff, tried to give it a doggy kiss on the ear... it was sooooo cute!
 
 
electric monk
17:16 / 14.07.06
Dogs can be cool like that, "pack behaviour" and all that.

Just for clarity's sake, I should mention that I did bring home a blanket lil' monk had slept in for Rudy to sleep on a few days before we brought lil' monk home. I'm sure I read about that somewhere in all the baby books and pamphlets and whatnots. It's supposed to help the dog get used to the smell of the baby and accept it as part of the pack. Needless to say, I highly recommend this for parents-to-be with dogs.
 
 
electric monk
17:22 / 14.07.06
Oops! Wanted to second Stoatie there. Doggies+kitties=SQUEEEEEEE!
 
 
Mistoffelees
17:54 / 14.07.06
Did someone say doggies plus kitties?







"Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together - mass hysteria."










 
 
Mister Six, whom all the girls
18:13 / 14.07.06


Me and Brittany... I'm the one with less hair.
 
 
Mr Tricks
18:39 / 14.07.06
about 10 years ago in May I took a trip to Minnisotta to visit my older brother's newly purchacd farm and his new born son, my nephew. When I arrived I noticed that his dog had a litter of puppie some 2-3 weeks prior. I took this picture of them not knowing that over that week I would ultimately be flying home with the pick of the litter.


It was the maybe 2 nights before I was to depart when I decided that I couldn't turn down the offer to take home one of my brother's puppies. I spent most of that night in the kennel getting to know the 10 puppies and communing with their mother Prema (spanish for "springtime" prettymuch). After some time asking her which puppy I should go home with she sniffed around and singled out the one who would become my pet.

The smallest of the 10 puppies this one was shy and often muscled out from the bowls of food the other 9 would surround come feeding time. That "under the full moon moment" solidified my decision to take a dog into my life. A few vacinations and a plane ride home got her to California were here name was finalized as PETRA.



She quickly developed a habit of eating wood. On walks she would sometimes find a whole plam frond and drag it home as a part of her collection. This habit became very useful durring camping trips whe she'd help gather wood. Although she'd protest loudly as I burned perfectly chewable logs to keep warm; as a human I wasn't gifted with lovely fur coat.


Did I mention she loved to swim?


By age 3 Petra was a seasoned city dog. Brought to many a San Francisco Sunset party she was great around people. I could let her mingle with many people on the dancefloor yet she was always just with-in earshot. Her special whistle (a sort of 3 note tune I learned to whistle myself) summoned her much more effectively than any attempt to shout her name over the house music.


Over those 3-4 year people would ask me "is she fixed?" To which my answer was "She ain't broke!" She proved this when sometime in late February she had a litter of her own.


While I have actual video futtage of them being born, I can only offer you this pic of her with 3 of the four pups. they were about 10 days old at this point.
 
 
■
19:50 / 14.07.06
Very cute, but can you be sure she's the original Petra?


 
 
■
20:53 / 14.07.06
Oh, and ibis, did you encourage ODB to wear those MC Hammer pants in that pic? Whoosa good boy deSTOP! Russell time!
 
 
ibis the being
13:57 / 15.07.06
Oh, and ibis, did you encourage ODB to wear those MC Hammer pants in that pic? Whoosa good boy deSTOP! Russell time!

Dude, you should see his dance pants now. That pic is from 6 months ago!
 
 
elene
19:00 / 17.07.06
Thanks, monk!



This is Lucky. She's a friend of a friend, but we've known one another since she was a pup.
 
 
electric monk
16:33 / 18.07.06
Thank you.
 
 
sorenson
21:33 / 19.07.06
Elene, what kind of dog is Lucky?

I LOVE the scruffy ones!
 
 
elene
04:35 / 20.07.06
... what kind of dog is Lucky?

Well, she's just a natural dog, sorenson. I mean she's a mongrel, obviously, but probably mostly schnauzer and sheep dog, perhaps collie but perhaps more likely Pyrenean shepherd, I think. My flatmateā€™s sister picked her up somewhere for her kids, but they didn't take care of her for very long, and so my flatmate took over. That meant I did too. She's got it all though: she's fast and very manoeuvrable, likes to run and is very intelligent. She's less playful as she gets older but still great fun. She sulks a lot though if things aren't as she'd like them.
 
 
paranoidwriter waves hello
18:17 / 20.07.06
As I type my dear friend Noddy is lying on a blanket on my floor. He's a Staff and he's getting on a bit in years, so he's hating this heat about as much as I am. Right now, he's in a mood that his human companion has gone to the pub, and also because I've got nothing in my fridge to give him as a treat.

I really like Noddy, he's the most gentle Staff I've ever known. He never bites, and when he barks he coughs. He also picks up a shoe in his mouth whenever he needs to go out. Mind you, he doesn't like trees, or rather he likes them too much. For whenever we go for a walk in the local graveyard, he always disappears in amongst the greenery and returns with a log in his gob so big I can barely throw it. He also barges into my room whenever he's here to say hello, and I admire his cheekiness. Indeed, while I've been typing this he's crept over from the blanket and onto my bed. I haven't the heart to tell him to get down, even though he stinks today.
 
 
Ticker
19:19 / 20.07.06


My dad with my sisters Branna and Brawyn. Both brindle Irish Wolfhounds and Branna was a rescue.

We haven't had any since they passed, but hopefully some day...
 
 
electric monk
19:48 / 20.07.06
Those are impressive looking dogs! I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of meeting an Irish Wolfhound, and now feel like I've been missing out. Thanks for those (and sorry to hear they're no longer with you). What kind of temperament do Irish Wolfhounds typically have?
 
 
electric monk
16:04 / 21.07.06
My wife reminded me last night that, in fact, I have met at least one Irish Wolfhound before. One of my art professors had a male wolfhound that'd been trained as a guard dog (she'd had scary bad problems with her ex-husband and needed the protection). She kept his coat trimmed short and I don't remember ever asking what breed it was, hence my lack of recognition here. Aaaaanyway, a great dog. The first time I met him, I walked right up to him and gave him the standard "Oh, pretty dog! Nice boy. How are ya, boy?" He reared back, plopped his HUGE FRONT PAWS on my shoulders, looked me straight in the eye and licked my face. Drool everywhere. The prof was a little nervous since I guess I had approached too quickly and she wasn't sure how the dog would react (his attack training was specifically "male attacker" oriented). He seemed to trust me, tho. Which is good, because he could've eaten my head like a cupcake if he felt like it.
 
 
■
19:18 / 21.07.06
Irish wolfhounds? Daft as brushes the lot of them. I think they'd probably drown any attacker in happy drool.
 
 
Ticker
14:24 / 23.07.06
My dad got wolfies because he wanted a dog that was utterly reliable with tiny children, smart enough to make good judgments on their own, and scary enough to protect the fam while he was away.

In my experience they are amazingly tolerant of children, cats, other dogs and are reknowned for their gentleness.

"Gentle when stroked, fierce when provoked" is the IW motto.

I'm an addict and tend to hurl myself at them and their cousins the scottish deerhounds whenever I see them.

Before my sweetie could ask for my hand he had to go be inspected by wolfhounds. We drove 3 hours to a IWANE member's home and rolled around in a pile, got licked, and covered in hair. It was a great time.

(one of my suitors many years ago wasn't so lucky and the hounds at a big meet did not like him one bit. Turned out he had an unpleasant mental illness I was unaware of at the time.)

The great sadness of the breed is it pretty much died out and had to be breed back. When the new bloodlines were created the older longevity was lost and now IW live on average 8-12 years rather than the much longer spans of the older lines.
 
  

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