Jordy sighting

Awwwwwwww that makes me very happy for you and your family.  

Just like kids, they can make you want to kill them and love them all at once!

-veteran of 5 labs...

Dogs love people more than people love people. 

Remember that the next time you grill some steaks. 

So true, CJ.  I always consider my dog when making food.  There's always some for him, too.  It's the least I can do for all the undying love he offers.

EC Pack posted:

Just like kids, they can make you want to kill them and love them all at once!

-veteran of 5 labs...

Wow, five?  I love labs as well.  Had one black, this one's a yellow (because my daughter said there was no way we could replace the last one) and I've had a Shepherd/Lab mix.

RochNyFan posted:

Last April I had to make the very hard decision to let my Black Lab go just one month shy of his 15th birthday.  Losing him really tore me up, and for the past year, my daughter and fellow Packer fan has been lobbying for another dog, even giving me a Packer dog tag for Christmas, with "Jordy" engraved on the front - he's long been her favorite Packer.  Unfortunately, the real Jordy left GB, but as of last week, I have another Jordy romping around the house.  I'd forgotten how much work puppies are, but I am really happy that we have a dog in the family again.

Glad you decided to adopt another one. I've lost 4 dogs over the last 9 years, and I can't imagine life without one. I'm a Basset Hound guy myself, and I currently have 2: 1 is a Basset/English Pointer mix, and the other is a 3 year old special needs Basset that I adopted from Belly Rubs Basset Rescue in Tennessee.

MNPackman posted:

RochNyFan posted:

Last April I had to make the very hard decision to let my Black Lab go just one month shy of his 15th birthday.  Losing him really tore me up, and for the past year, my daughter and fellow Packer fan has been lobbying for another dog, even giving me a Packer dog tag for Christmas, with "Jordy" engraved on the front - he's long been her favorite Packer.  Unfortunately, the real Jordy left GB, but as of last week, I have another Jordy romping around the house.  I'd forgotten how much work puppies are, but I am really happy that we have a dog in the family again.

Glad you decided to adopt another one. I've lost 4 dogs over the last 9 years, and I can't imagine life without one. I'm a Basset Hound guy myself, and I currently have 2: 1 is a Basset/English Pointer mix, and the other is a 3 year old special needs Basset that I adopted from Belly Rubs Basset Rescue in Tennessee.

One of my neighbors is out walking his Basset every day.  His ears crack me up!  Can't imagine losing four dogs in such a short span...just losing my last one almost made me never want a dog again for fear of going through that again.  But the love and laughter they bring you makes it all worth it.  Good luck with your pups.

They get bigger.... ha!

Jax is a 2 year old English Lab and 96 pounds. 

I don’t want to judge, but have him go chase some squirrels, will ya?

Some of you may remember my "Packer Pup" Bud - 140 pound 1/2 Rottweiler from about 15 years ago. Personality plus. He would calmly wear a "Bears Still Suck" cap on his head and a little cheese wedge on his nose. Still miss him.

Allie was in between and now we have Maggie. Hubby picked her up from someone near La Crosse about 3 years ago. We didn't know it at the time but she was our "rescue." You can't see the brindling on her very well but it's getting more pronounced (she's about 5-1/2 now.) So by checking dog books, I think she's part Tennessee Treeing Hound and probably black lab. One fantastic nose. (But gun shy.) Because of some of her issues, she will always be an outside dog but she's come a long way. What we are guessing, because of what she's shown fear, that she was beat the crap out of by some big guy in camo.  She's happy with us.

I find that after we lose a dog, I can last about 3-4 months and then I'm "We need a dog."

Don't get me going on horses, LOL!

There is a special place in hell for those who abuse dogs.

RochNyFan posted:

Last April I had to make the very hard decision to let my Black Lab go just one month shy of his 15th birthday.  Losing him really tore me up, and for the past year, my daughter and fellow Packer fan has been lobbying for another dog, even giving me a Packer dog tag for Christmas, with "Jordy" engraved on the front - he's long been her favorite Packer.  Unfortunately, the real Jordy left GB, but as of last week, I have another Jordy romping around the house.  I'd forgotten how much work puppies are, but I am really happy that we have a dog in the family again.

Sooo cuuute!

Blair Kiel posted:

I don’t want to judge, but have him go chase some squirrels, will ya?

Did you just call my dog fat?  I'll slit your ****ing throat cock-a-roach....

All BS aside, if you know anything about English Labs you know they are thick with bone and muscle.  Jax's uncle was 115 lbs.  His father is 110 lbs and his mother is in the upper 80's.  

I'll still slit your throat. 

Sounds like I gave blood just in time.

Christ almighty Pakrz - get that hound P90X'ing or something. He's YOOOOOOGE!! haha

I love big dogs - I have a 15 pound beyotch - Yorkie / Silky & I have NFI what I'm going to do when she leaves us. Love my dog.

It's not like I called him a bitch.

Pakrz posted:

They get bigger.... ha!

Jax is a 2 year old English Lab and 96 pounds. 

Holy cow, he's a big boy!  How easy was he with training?  Any chewing problems?

You love 'em to death...and they die and break your heart.

Lizzie (left) dropped dead of heart failure 2 years ago and I still cry when I think of her....Tyson is on his last legs...could be any week or month now...I'll cry again. 

I've cried 4 times in 20 years and all 4 times it was over dogs.

87 degrees up here at 9000 feet today, just got back from letting my mini Aussie/Corgi swim/retrieve sticks in the South Platte River.  A tired dog is a good dog.  Caught some trout too.

Blair Kiel posted:

You love 'em to death...and they die and break your heart.

Lizzie (left) dropped dead of heart failure 2 years ago and I still cry when I think of her....Tyson is on his last legs...could be any week or month now...I'll cry again. 

I've cried 4 times in 20 years and all 4 times it was over dogs.

I hear you.  I dislocated and fractured both elbows in a second story fall from a ladder, and dislocated both shoulders in a skiing mishap and both times never shed a tear.  When my black lab was in his last week, I got weepy each time I walked him, knowing our time was coming to an end.  The last two days before putting him down, I openly cried in front of neighbors who stopped to pet him on our walks.  The biggest reason I considered not getting another dog was thinking of the time I would have to go through that again.

Lost our 14-year-old Golden Retriever named Jack when he had a stroke on Thanksgiving Day with the family at our house (I hate that holiday). First time ever I had to take a dog in to put it down. He licked my arm, snuggled up to it and I held him as the drugs took hold. When I came home, my German Shepherd Zeke smelled the shirt and just whimpered. He knew his brother was gone. 

One more story. Near the end he struggled with arthritis, and one Sunday afternoon he wouldn't get out of his house to go on a walk with Zeke. A couple days later when I got home from school after a long day--about 7 p.m.--he was dancing around near the back door, trying to tell me he was ready for the walk. I was just too wiped from a day of dealing with teens. A month later he was gone.

Ouch.

When we'd separate our dogs, even for a minute, they'd cry for each other.

When Lizzie went into cardiac arrest at the vet, we had Tyson with us (in other room with our daughter) She died on the table. We brought Tyson into the room to see her. He sniffed her.

We went home and he knew she was gone. Best thing we ever did was to let him see her after she'd passed. He knew she was gone.

Our last mini Aussie was IMO the best dog ever....loved to chase and retrieve.  5 years ago on New Year's Day we took her for a run in the woods.  I threw a stick off the trail and she ran pell mell after it, jumped over a log and while coming down she impaled herself on a ponderosa pine stick which was buried in the ground.  The impact shoved the stick into her, collapsing her lung.  I was perhaps 20 feet away and I could hear the whoosh as the air left her lung.  She was a gamer and held on till we could get her to a holiday emergency vet.  They determined there was no hope. I held her till she was gone.

My wife and I and our grandkids still get choked up when we think of her.  We now have her great niece.  Also a great dog.

RIP Ruby.

Good job Blair. As Jack struggled to stand after the stroke, Zeke was flipping out, and I just couldn't get him into the car to take him with Jack. 

Blair Kiel posted:

Ouch.

When we'd separate our dogs, even for a minute, they'd cry for each other.

When Lizzie went into cardiac arrest at the vet, we had Tyson with us (in other room with our daughter) She died on the table. We brought Tyson into the room to see her. He sniffed her.

We went home and he knew she was gone. Best thing we ever did was to let him see her after she'd passed. He knew she was gone.

Pikes Peak posted:

Our last mini Aussie was IMO the best dog ever....loved to chase and retrieve.  5 years ago on New Year's Day we took her for a run in the woods.  I threw a stick off the trail and she ran pell mell after it, jumped over a log and while coming down she impaled herself on a ponderosa pine stick which was buried in the ground.  The impact shoved the stick into her, collapsing her lung.  I was perhaps 20 feet away and I could hear the whoosh as the air left her lung.  She was a gamer and held on till we could get her to a holiday emergency vet.  They determined there was no hope. I held her till she was gone.

My wife and I and our grandkids still get choked up when we think of her.  We now have her great niece.  Also a great dog.

RIP Ruby.

Omg.....this is so incredibly sad.  Glad to hear you have another from her bloodlines.

RochNyFan posted:

Pakrz posted:

They get bigger.... ha!

Jax is a 2 year old English Lab and 96 pounds. 

Holy cow, he's a big boy!  How easy was he with training?  Any chewing problems?

No chewing problems at all.  Training was relatively easy but he listens to me far better than he does the wife.  

We have an underground fence that he strictly adheres to.... it's funny watching him freak people out though.  He loves people and charges towards the sidewalk like a raging bull... only to come to a screeching halt a few inches from the line of death.  Most are used to it by now.  

If truth be told they are not all gems.  We had a border collie who bit the paper boy in his face and a German wire hair pointer that bit our daughter...twice.  They had to go away if you know what I mean.  Still sad and tough days for sure.

Jesus... losing a dog is the worst thing ever.  Such pure souls with endless love and compassion to give.  They don't live nearly long enough.  

I've said it before... I like dogs better than most people. 

Pakrz posted:

Jesus... losing a dog is the worst thing ever.  Such pure souls with endless love and compassion to give.  They don't live nearly long enough.  

I've said it before... I like dogs better than most people. 

I have a hard time trusting a person who does not like dogs.

What about Catts? 😉

sorry, I could not help myself...

I have a dog (Maltese) that will soon be old enough to vote. I dread the day he will pass.

We miss them so.

But just a reminder that there are many dogs out there, sitting in a shelter, that need a loving home and they can't help it if they don't have a pedigree. 

YATittle posted:

Lost our 14-year-old Golden Retriever named Jack when he had a stroke on Thanksgiving Day with the family at our house (I hate that holiday). First time ever I had to take a dog in to put it down. He licked my arm, snuggled up to it and I held him as the drugs took hold. When I came home, my German Shepherd Zeke smelled the shirt and just whimpered. He knew his brother was gone. 

It's amazing how attached we get to our dogs. They are the best mates in the world, unconditional love.

People are just too unreliable  

I'm getting weepy reading these stories, thanks everyone   

When I was in Korea, I picked up a street dog and adopted her.  The army let me take her back to the states when my Korean tour was up.  We had her for 14 years and finally had to put her down. I cried as I dug a hole for her when we got back from the vet.  Like others, I was hesitant about getting another one, but finally did a year later.  Now, we have 3 dogs, including a Shiloh Shepherd whose on her last legs, and I'm dreading the near future with her.  Dogs are the best, though, and the time we spend with them is worth the grief we suffer when they're gone.