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LOL. We've got one like that too. He thinks he is a big as the rest of the dogs. It has gotten him into trouble before. He is fearless.The rest if my dogs are over 50lbs lol. She thinks she's a lab.
I adopted Valkyrie Anne when she was a wee pup. Someone had thrown her away in a dumpster. She had pneumonia and was malnourished (weighing all of a pound soaking wet). When I took her in, I was supposed to just be a foster. I was known to have a way with...troubled...animals. They called me up and I went to get her - I couldn't sleep for about the first three months I had her. She wouldn't stop barking...ever. Even in her sleep she would bark. Understand - I do NOT tolerate random barking...at all. She would also try to attack any man (especially men in baseball caps) that came around her. It was a long, uphill climb to get her healthy (she still sounds like a pig when she gets excited or overheated due to scarred bronchials) and sweet. Now days, I can tuck her in my handbag and she sits there and watches everyone just calm as you please. When I first got her? No way in h e ll that would have happened. She'd have been snarling, barking and going crazy.So cute =) I have to admit, I have met some nice small dogs that made me want to reconsider, but it is rare due to the dogs not being trained. I know a chihuahua personally that dosn't bark unless she needs to, and she is sweet as pie. We also get a select few clients in at work that do good two or three doxies, a handfull of chihuahuas, and a pom or two. I had a chihuahua mix when I was young that was great. He was a little yippy, but not as bad as some. He did great with nail trims, baths, but he was bad with strangers. I adopted him from the shelter tho so no tellin about his history.
Yep. I know. At least you were there for the poor thing. Most of ours are considered unadoptable by most people's standards.I adopted Valkyrie Anne when she was a wee pup. Someone had thrown her away in a dumpster. She had pneumonia and was malnourished (weighing all of a pound soaking wet). When I took her in, I was supposed to just be a foster. I was known to have a way with...troubled...animals. They called me up and I went to get her - I couldn't sleep for about the first three months I had her. She wouldn't stop barking...ever. Even in her sleep she would bark. Understand - I do NOT tolerate random barking...at all. She would also try to attack any man (especially men in baseball caps) that came around her. It was a long, uphill climb to get her healthy (she still sounds like a pig when she gets excited or overheated due to scarred bronchials) and sweet. Now days, I can tuck her in my handbag and she sits there and watches everyone just calm as you please. When I first got her? No way in h e ll that would have happened. She'd have been snarling, barking and going crazy.
After a few months of working with her and getting her to calm down - she was only barking half the time **eye roll**, we felt it was safe to start trying to adopt her out. After the seventh family brought her back, I told them to take my name off the foster roll and I'd adopt her. That was six years ago...She's obviously over her issue of men with ballcaps as you saw![]()
And, she is of the opinion that no toy is ever too big to be thoroughly enjoyed:
Yes, she has a little shirt on. When it gets down below 40, we can't get her to stop shivering unless she's got clothes on. She's got a whole bloody wardrobe. Do not blame me....My husband (her seat in the first post) is completely wrapped around her paw, and she knows it. **sighs**
So cute
D= I envy your childhood. I would love to own a rescue like that, I personally don't really want to "own" a tiger. But I wouldn't mind giving one a place to rest till the end of it's days in a large enclosure with trees, toys, high grasses, all the goodies tigers like. Wild animals do not make great pets of course. The tiger hasn't been domesticated yet sadlyit's dealing with the idiot owners that got to me..
edited to add:
we did wildlife rescue when i was a kid.. had everything come through the house from squirrels to bear cubs to a full grown adult tiger..
My roommates would not have the patience to let me work with a dog like that, let alone, I dunno if I could. I am patient, but there are times I just snap. I am pretty much that dormant volcano that is overdue to erupt. Bugs the hell out of DH because I will hold stuff and seal it away till it all just pops and I loose it. I need to fix that >_> I hate people who poison dogs like that. They deserve to die.I adopted Valkyrie Anne when she was a wee pup. Someone had thrown her away in a dumpster. She had pneumonia and was malnourished (weighing all of a pound soaking wet). When I took her in, I was supposed to just be a foster. I was known to have a way with...troubled...animals. They called me up and I went to get her - I couldn't sleep for about the first three months I had her. She wouldn't stop barking...ever. Even in her sleep she would bark. Understand - I do NOT tolerate random barking...at all. She would also try to attack any man (especially men in baseball caps) that came around her. It was a long, uphill climb to get her healthy (she still sounds like a pig when she gets excited or overheated due to scarred bronchials) and sweet. Now days, I can tuck her in my handbag and she sits there and watches everyone just calm as you please. When I first got her? No way in h e ll that would have happened. She'd have been snarling, barking and going crazy.
This was her when I got her:
After a few months of working with her and getting her to calm down - she was only barking half the time **eye roll**, we felt it was safe to start trying to adopt her out. After the seventh family brought her back, I told them to take my name off the foster roll and I'd adopt her. That was six years ago...She's obviously over her issue of men with ballcaps as you saw![]()
And, she is of the opinion that no toy is ever too big to be thoroughly enjoyed:
Yes, she has a little shirt on. When it gets down below 40, we can't get her to stop shivering unless she's got clothes on. She's got a whole bloody wardrobe. Do not blame me....My husband (her seat in the first post) is completely wrapped around her paw, and she knows it. **sighs**
After a bought of being poisoned by my neighbours with rat poison...UGH...she has since been healthy as can be. She's a whopping 4 pounds and sweet as can be. I'm so glad I decided to adopt her rather than continue trying to farm her out to someone else.
Edited to add: I should include the fact that my family has never ceased making fun of me. I have always sworn I would never ever ever ever ever have a Chihuahua....Hi Universe...thanks for the smack upside my head.![]()
Does anyone have/ breed any langshans around here? How would they do here in tx? This breed has been catching my eye for a while now!
Sorry to venture off the puppy path...
Does anyone have/ breed any langshans around here? How would they do here in tx? This breed has been catching my eye for a while now!
Sorry to venture off the puppy path...
It'd be nice if someone did. The only place I've seen them really talked about (at least the ones I'm meaning) have been on British boards. I love, love, love the plum coloured eggs some of them are getting from their birds.