I have a big Golden and I don't let him drop shit on neighbor's yard. We have a fence yard only let out to go to the bathroom.
Dumb question.
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Ha! I thought you meant he thought you were a college student.
Our dog that we had to put down last summer was a frenchie. Best dog we ever had. Lived WAY past his life expectancy. Miss him every day.
We now have a ****ing cat. I hate myself.
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A pile of my dog’s 💩 makes more sense than most of his posts
Sounds like simple semantics to me. The not-quite-bright often make the mistake of thinking there’s only one definition for a word or term.
Haha. Not a cat fan either. My pup is 6 and I’m not sure I’ll make it when she goes.
Naw... The really big guys are overrated... I once had a 52 pound shepherd/wolf mix that tangled with a Bull Mastiff...(it was literally twice his size).... He was on the ground under the damn thing giving a great impersonation of a dog totally getting his ass kicked...
Against my better judgment I ran to the fight to attempt to break it up and save my, probably crippled for life, best friend...
I get within about 10 feet, yell his name and very much to my surprise he (while still on his back) he proceeds to bite the Mastiff a couple more times, does a sort of contortionist type of roll/snap flip and gets out from below the other dog, facing him in the "You sure you want more of this" confrontational Stance...
The Mastiff takes one long look, turns and slowly limps off, ( evidently having been seriously cut up from below) never to be seen in a 2 mile radius again...
After the other dog disappeared mine was hopping around wanting to play like he'd just had the best time of his life!
Size of the fight in the dog and never judge a book by its cover type object lesson there and all that...
Never had a better, more trustworthy friend... He willing would have died for me and saved me from certain pain from both man and beast on two specific occasions and on a couple of other probables (that were diffused simply by his presence)....
Go with something like a German Malinois... Medium/Large (probably around 80 +_ lbs), smart, tough, loving, protective, and full of energy... (needs 2-3 hours of running a day)...
The tough part will be if you out live them...
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Don't come whining to me when he goes nuclear on you guys.
Listen orange man bad. Get a dog. Walk it. Retire your tricycle. You can walk a dog on the sidewalk too away from the men throwing fat jokes at you. Your knee is giving out bc you’re a pig
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Sometimes little dogs hang on a bit too long. Kind of like a girlfriend you’re ready to kick to the curb so you can head back to the club.
Why you bringin the fire? Doxies are stubborn, judgemental little hitlers. But I've had them all my life and they cool! I've had 2 out of a dozen that would house break with any reliability. TIA
We had to put our dog (Airedale) down due to age and health. Neighbor would let their yappy little dog out and he would run and crap in our yard. Neighbor came out the the front one day as I was pitching shit back into their yard. He looked at me and all I said was: "We don't have a dog".
There are no bad dogs, except those little Mexican rat dogs.
My son dated a girl with one of those little things. Scared of everything, but constantly trying to prove otherwise, and pissed whenever someone new walked into the room.
I'm reading this as you keep your girlfriends around. My interest are .... peaked.
Several years ago lived in a condo project with over 200 homes.
Had an attractive young female neighbor named Barbara who had a strange obsession.
Barbara would plant flags with the dog owner's name on them next to dog droppings which she found on the common grounds grass of the community. Occasionally she would transport her discoveries to the front porch of those she had identified as the dog's owner.
Barbara was a pretty good tennis player. We played tennis together from time to time. When serving she would halt in the middle of a serve and swat at imaginary hornets with her hands as if being attacked. Another distraction was to stuff an extra tennis ball under her short tennis dress just before serving. Found these tricks to distract me, rather amusing.
Had an attractive young female neighbor named Barbara who had a strange obsession.
Barbara would plant flags with the dog owner's name on them next to dog droppings which she found on the common grounds grass of the community. Occasionally she would transport her discoveries to the front porch of those she had identified as the dog's owner.
Barbara was a pretty good tennis player. We played tennis together from time to time. When serving she would halt in the middle of a serve and swat at imaginary hornets with her hands as if being attacked. Another distraction was to stuff an extra tennis ball under her short tennis dress just before serving. Found these tricks to distract me, rather amusing.
That would irritate the shit out of me, and i don’t have a toddler in my brood to worry about.
