Admiral Squish
2010-12-03, 03:11 AM
Let's talk about puppies! I see a lot of cat threads here, and being a dog dude, I much prefer to talk of puppies and their adorable behavior. so, let there be talk of puppies!
I've had the good fortune of owning three adorable, friendly, and lovable puppies through the years.
First was Sue. Sue basically looked like a perfectly normal golden retriever, but her colors were reversed, with glossy black fur and brown around her muzzle and feet, with a white chest and belly. She was also quite small for a german shepard. We got sue when she was two because her prior owner couldn't keep her since he was going into a nursing home. She was really well trained, affectionate, and smart. She figured out where to lie down whenever we sat to dinner all on her own. She figured out how to make me and my brother stop playing video games and pay attention to her (A trick that involved setting her chin on the controller so when we looked down to see what the warm fuzzy thing on our thumbs was, we got a full-on blast from the puppydog eyes). She even developed methods of circumventing the baby gates we used to keep her in the kitchen when we left the house. She was a great dog. Quiet, well-behaved, and affectionate. We got to have her around for ten lovely years. She died a little more than a year ago, while I was off being in the Navy.
The other dog was actually my little stepbrother's. Annabelle, a big lug of a doggie. She was big and, to be honest, kinda dumb, but she was so cute and she was relentlessly affectionate. Like a juggernaut of fuzz and lickings. The only thing Annabelle did that really bugged us was that she ate things. Any number of things. Things which were often not actually food. Including things like dish towels, and socks. Unfortunately, this ended badly eventually. She knocked a glass off the counter and licked the pieces, getting a nasy cut on her tongue. The cut didn't kill her, though she was extremely loopy for a few days from the blood loss. However, the vet visit revealed that she had an intestinal blockage and she had to be put down.
They got a new dog, an EXTREMELY energetic australian shepard that my bro, currently enthralled with anime (Partially my fault), named Ryu. Ryu was ridiculously energetic. He never walked anywhere, he just RAN. or, at a minimum, jogged. Often in circles around me and my siblings as our feeble human legs struggled to keep up during our walks. He wasn't as affectionate as Annabelle, but he loved to play, and would attempt to make a game of everything. This habit was less than fun in the middle of winter when Ryu was playing tag and we three siblings were trying to get him to come inside because it's really cold and we can't leave him out overnight and we can no longer feel our toes. I haven't seen Ryu in a long while, but I assume he's doing fine.
Eventually, once I can finally get my own house, I intend to get at least one puppy. I was thinking one really big puppy and one little one. Some breeds I've considered include irish wolfhounds, corgis, ****zhus, leonbergers, and chow-chows.
So, tell me your puppy stories! Tell me about your current/future puppies! Talk about puppies you have met!
(Note: Thread is not specific to puppies. I refer to doggies of all ages as puppies, usually in an embarrassingly high-pitched voice followed promptly by furious petting and babbling babytalk.)
I've had the good fortune of owning three adorable, friendly, and lovable puppies through the years.
First was Sue. Sue basically looked like a perfectly normal golden retriever, but her colors were reversed, with glossy black fur and brown around her muzzle and feet, with a white chest and belly. She was also quite small for a german shepard. We got sue when she was two because her prior owner couldn't keep her since he was going into a nursing home. She was really well trained, affectionate, and smart. She figured out where to lie down whenever we sat to dinner all on her own. She figured out how to make me and my brother stop playing video games and pay attention to her (A trick that involved setting her chin on the controller so when we looked down to see what the warm fuzzy thing on our thumbs was, we got a full-on blast from the puppydog eyes). She even developed methods of circumventing the baby gates we used to keep her in the kitchen when we left the house. She was a great dog. Quiet, well-behaved, and affectionate. We got to have her around for ten lovely years. She died a little more than a year ago, while I was off being in the Navy.
The other dog was actually my little stepbrother's. Annabelle, a big lug of a doggie. She was big and, to be honest, kinda dumb, but she was so cute and she was relentlessly affectionate. Like a juggernaut of fuzz and lickings. The only thing Annabelle did that really bugged us was that she ate things. Any number of things. Things which were often not actually food. Including things like dish towels, and socks. Unfortunately, this ended badly eventually. She knocked a glass off the counter and licked the pieces, getting a nasy cut on her tongue. The cut didn't kill her, though she was extremely loopy for a few days from the blood loss. However, the vet visit revealed that she had an intestinal blockage and she had to be put down.
They got a new dog, an EXTREMELY energetic australian shepard that my bro, currently enthralled with anime (Partially my fault), named Ryu. Ryu was ridiculously energetic. He never walked anywhere, he just RAN. or, at a minimum, jogged. Often in circles around me and my siblings as our feeble human legs struggled to keep up during our walks. He wasn't as affectionate as Annabelle, but he loved to play, and would attempt to make a game of everything. This habit was less than fun in the middle of winter when Ryu was playing tag and we three siblings were trying to get him to come inside because it's really cold and we can't leave him out overnight and we can no longer feel our toes. I haven't seen Ryu in a long while, but I assume he's doing fine.
Eventually, once I can finally get my own house, I intend to get at least one puppy. I was thinking one really big puppy and one little one. Some breeds I've considered include irish wolfhounds, corgis, ****zhus, leonbergers, and chow-chows.
So, tell me your puppy stories! Tell me about your current/future puppies! Talk about puppies you have met!
(Note: Thread is not specific to puppies. I refer to doggies of all ages as puppies, usually in an embarrassingly high-pitched voice followed promptly by furious petting and babbling babytalk.)