My little corgi girl, many many years ago, was out for a potty break, when her little ears were still floppy. So she was a tiny little thing indeed.
Up the road comes a bruiser of a dog, a big pittie. Now, I knew him, we were buddies. So he sees me, comes trotting up at speed, and this little ball of fur with satellite dishes flopping on its head just jumps in between us, a growl like a toy chainsaw coming out of her.
She would have been one bite if he had been looking for a snack.
But she didn't waver at all. He sat down, all confused, and I made the introduction. They made friends, and it was all good.
She almost made it to sixteen years old. Right up to her last day, either of us would have done the same thing for each other. It's creeping on a year since her last day, and I still miss her every one that goes by.
Just wanted to share that memory again.
Thank you for sharing, it's a lovely memory.
I remember having my puppy corgi Turbo when his ears were still floppy. He was the biggest baby, and yet the bravest puppy when something could potentially be a problem for myself and my wife. I'm going to give him lots of hugs for you.
I'm sorry about losing your girl, but I'm sure those were a wonderful 16 years. I don't look forward to when I lose my best friend...
Beautiful story. My little dog thinks she can be the impatient snippy one when she meets other dogs. Somehow oblivious to the fact that she's only 8kg and the other dog is 45kg+... I wish it was in defence of me, but i think she's just an anti-social git (an old rescue, so not much hope of big behavioural reform at this point).
Yours sounds like a wonderful companion amd a real reminder of the human-dog bond.
"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the assessment that something else is more important than fear."-FDR
I have a toddler, and a 14 year old dog I've had since she was a puppy. She doesn't like kids. She doesn't like my kid. But if he wanders off, she keeps an eye on him. I have a few acres of land, and now that he's 2, my boy can actually get lost. I've learned that if we lose track of him, we don't call for him, we call the dog. She comes to us when called, knows where he is, and will lead us there.
The fuck? Pay attention to your 2 year old lol.
Dog must have had a complex relationship with the mother given how she wrangled that monster.
I read that the reason dogs don’t like the vacuum, is that it looks like it’s yanking you around against your will, which upsets the sense of who’s in charge.
The suggestion was that in order to put your dog’s mind at ease, you should drag your vacuum into the living room, loom menacingly over it, and give it a good yelling-at… and that this would somehow make your dog more calm around it.
Personally, I think it would make the dog LESS calm, considering that not only does it have to endure the vacuum, but that there’s also some complex psychological drama between mom and the Electrolux, which Poochie can see but not understand.
In the dictionary, there needs to be a picture of Charlie next to the word “brave”.
This kind of stuff makes you a dog person for life
My dogs are lil butt heads and instead bark at everyone, but they cute.
This kind of stuff makes you a dog person for life
And the moment it defecates in your house it makes you a pet-free person for life
one inside poop is enough to make you pet-free? I agree pets aren't for you. Puppies pee and poop countless times indoor while you are training them
My sister's dog, a cross-breed even tinier than a chihuahua, is absolutely terrified of me when I travel to visit them.
I'm a dog person but I cannot get 100 ft close to this thing.
The exception, of course, is when I kiss the nephews goodbye. She bites my ankles and shoes madly, she won't have none of it.
evil ahh dog
brave comrade doggo
To them a vacuum is probably a soul sucking machine that traps the scents of the people he loves into an invisible void.
Very good example of overcoming fears.
a far more tragic version of this story is in the Mabinogion
We'll never forget you Cu Chulainn!
I had a cat that I'll never forget for what it did for me. It was a Persian and was getting on in years; it suffered dementia so severe it would freely defecate everywhere. It didn't even know how to bury its own poop. The kindest thing it ever did for me was die.
I'll never forget you, insert-whatever-stupid-name-my-sister-gave-you
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One can only hope you get the same amount of affection and care when you are old and pooping yourself.
