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Post by Humph on Oct 13, 2016 19:21:38 GMT
My dog knows he's not supposed to come to work with me unless I invite him. Sometimes if I feel inclined, he comes with me if I know I'll have time to let him have a run somewhere and it's not going to be too long a day.
Occasionally, he sneaks into the car if I'm packing it early in the morning. His favoured hiding place is the footwell behind the driver's seat. He's not very good at it though and I always find him and chuck him out before I leave.
Today though, I was on the go early-ish, left the house about 06.00 to drive 160 miles to my first meeting. Little beggar laid low for the first 20 minutes of the journey and then when he decided it was safe, stuck his head under my left arm and looked up at me with his most practised look of innocence.
It it was now too late to turn back, so there was no choice but to carry on. Normally he's relegated to the boot but that was full, so he got to sit on the front seat on a hastily spread out yellow duster dug out of the door pocket.
Actually he was good company, but of course I had none of his kit with me. No lead, no water, no food and erm, no poo bags.
Knowing I'd be out all day I had to swing by a supermarket where I improvised by buying a couple of bottles of water, a bit of cooked chicken, some string and some freezer bags.
Ah well, at least he got to have a run on the beach at Bridlington as part of his day out !
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Post by WDB on Oct 14, 2016 7:00:57 GMT
Clever little beast. Reminds me of the kitten who was determined to come home with us at the end of a gîte holiday in France. After we'd fished him repeatedly out of various parts of the cabin and the boot, he clambered up the inside of a rear wheel and perched on a kitten-sized ledge in the suspension. Reasoning that at least we could see him there we finished loading (leaving something propped against the wheel as a reminder) and eventually lured him out with some scraps of ham.
When we went back the following year, he'd abandoned domesticity altogether and was living on mice in the cornfield across the road.
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Post by Hofmeister on Oct 14, 2016 7:45:08 GMT
Knowing I'd be out all day I had to swing by a supermarket where I improvised by buying a couple of bottles of water, a bit of cooked chicken, some string and some freezer bags. Ah well, at least he got to have a run on the beach at Bridlington as part of his day out ! Well that will teach him not to stow away again, Oh Wait!  ![]() (sorry about using Otto's selfie picture BTW) ![]() |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2016 8:50:37 GMT
Nappy bags is what you want from the supermarket in a pinch, not freezer bags. They have handles which make it easier to tie it up after scooping.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2019 19:12:39 GMT
Imagine what fun future archaeologists are going to have with the freezer bags though.
They really will wonder how we survived, on the plus side it may help them make sense of Brexit.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2019 19:21:52 GMT
On a slightly different note I think I mentioned in another thread we have acquired a Labradoodle. Not a fashion accessory (before some jump in) both our children are on the autistic spectrum, we wanted a dog to train as a support dog. I wanted a Lab but the boss said Labs have big tails that knock everything off everything.
Lovely little chap, we landed on out feet with him. He came home at nine weeks old and fell asleep right away outside where he decided his spot was. Not so smart, coming form the Netherlands, WRT slopes. We have a slight slope from the tear arse onto the garden. He sat on it and promptly rolled over backward head over tail.
I grew up with a dog in the house, we got him when I was 18 months, he died when I was 18, a few months after my father passed away. I didn't think I would ever have a dog again but you know how the little burghers get under your skin.
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Post by Humph on Dec 23, 2019 8:47:19 GMT
Yes indeed, he'll be great for the kids, and good for you too. I can't imagine not having a dog around now. Like you, there were always dogs when I was a child, then early adulthood life was just too random to accommodate one, but somehow now the house would feel empty without a mutt.
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Post by EspadaIII on Dec 23, 2019 13:01:14 GMT
I was scared of dogs from when I was young and my kids took it on from me. I am also allergic to cats and dogs. We decided eight years ago to find a suitable dog as the children were doing silly things like running into the path of a bus if they saw a dog the size of a mouse.
Polo turned eight earlier this months and he arrived with us in early March 2012. Instantly became part of the family and so many other families with similar issues to ours have done the same. It is vary rare for Jewish families and especially orthodox ones to have dogs as the religion's rules on Saturdays and Festivals mean that it can be complicated to deal with pets. Anyway they can be worked around, even with the Rabbi's approval, and Polo makes a huge difference to family life. The kids are calmer when they are around him, and go to him when the need some reassurance. Our 19yo son has had mental health issues this last year and the benefit to having the dog around him is immense.
Don't know what we would do if/when he leaves us. Might have no children at home. We'll see, but we picked a good'un in our little Bolognese and it will hard to find another who will fit is as well. He even manged to endear himself to my aged mother who died the year after he arrived. No small feat..
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Post by Humph on Dec 23, 2019 13:38:16 GMT
Silly and trivial thing maybe, but, if I didn't have a dog, I'd most probably fall asleep on the sofa this afternoon. Instead, I shall take the dog for a few miles along the towpath. Better for me and fun for him.
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Post by EspadaIII on Dec 23, 2019 16:42:00 GMT
Similarly, I would not necessarily have got up some of the mountains/hills I have climbed in the Lakes and Snowdonia with him...
Lots of walks now that I am about to finish for ten days...
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Post by Humph on Jan 6, 2020 15:03:49 GMT
My dog got a toy alligator for Christmas. Yes, I know he doesn't know what Christmas is, but I have a wife who thought it was important.
Anyway, he clearly thinks it's the best toy ever, apart from having shredded it's limbs off. But, it squeaks when he bites it and when I'm working he sits under my desk with it. Several people on the phone have asked what the odd squeaking noise on the line could be. I'm not sure who or what to hate the most frankly.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2020 15:21:19 GMT
Our dog got a set of 3 squeaky tennis balls for Christmas. The squeaking element had been located and removed from all 3 within 10 minutes. Your dog is not trying hard enough.
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Post by EspadaIII on Jan 7, 2020 13:31:08 GMT
Friend's Samoyd was put down last Friday... Not a happy family but his rear legs had stopped working.
Feels like (no; it is) a bereavment. However I won't miss that huge tail swishing around knocking coffee onto my lap.
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Post by EspadaIII on May 5, 2024 11:58:30 GMT
We're away and the dog, a normally fit 12 year old Bichon Bolognese is on his holidays at a dog sitter nearby. He enjoys his holidays without us...
Got a message last night. He's favouring his right rear leg... struggling to walk. Been to the vet who says nothing broken but probably tendon or ligament issues. Has been given painkillers.
Will be home late tonight and will take him to vets on Tuesday for face to face discussion. Hope this is not the beginning of the end ....
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2024 8:00:47 GMT
Fingers crossed for Poochie, EIII. Ours just turned 12 years old a few weeks ago, still thinks its a puppy. We've only had her 6 years though, so it's going to feel like we've been robbed when the inevitable happens...not sure I'll take another one on, to be honest. I don't want it to be a tie in retirement, I'd like to be able to come and go for as long or short as I like, whenever the fancy takes me.
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