My previous labs were 10 and 13 lbs respectively at 8 weeks old. They are around 70 and 75 lbs each. The new fella is eighteen lbs.
We went the snob route with this guy and searched for several breeders until we found one with conformation lines that I liked. I wouldn't trade my two boys for anything in the world, but lemme tell ya, this is going to be a gorgeous damn dog. His facial structure, his build, all of it is just significantly different from my 2 boys (or the foster puppy we had).
He cracks me the hell up. He's still not all that coordinated and he frustrates easily, but I get the idea he's going to be awfully easy to train.
Had to put this old boy down a few weeks back.
Was going 1,000 mph on Sunday - went down on Monday and couldn't get back up. Took him to the vet and they found a mass in his chest that was compressing his lungs and had spread. Even if they could've stabilized him (and that was a long-shot), there were no happy endings to be had.
Damn dog was so good natured that he'd probably been dying for months and it just never occurred to him to be sad about anything. Was as gregarious and playful as ever until the moment his muscles just couldn't get the oxygen they needed.
Damn he was a good dog. Dumb as a hammer but just the most good natured thing. And yeah - ended up just as pretty as we thought he would; a genuine show caliber lookin' dog. That bone structure and body type made him a damn ox. Even when he was older he'd toss the rotty across the room anytime the rot got playing too rough. And good luck to any person (or 4 people) who tried to trip his nails. Never knew a stranger though - just would NOT express any frustration or anger. Never saw him raise his lips and he only growled once in his life that I ever recalled.
Just loved his kids to death. Baby boy was awfully upset -- MacArthur was his first best buddy. And we took everyone in to see him and say goodbye. Palmer did a great job initially but I'll never forget seeing it hit him just as mom was getting ready to take them back home and I was going to stick around for the end. Hit the poor little guy like a truck all at once and he just melted into a sobbing puddle. Life can be tough at 4 - hard to see a life lesson register like that though.
Can't help but feel I got jobbed a bit on this one. The other labs made it to 14 and 15 respectfully and good ol' Mac didn't even make it to 12. But on the flipside, there's couldn't have been a better end for him really. In great shape until he was just...gone.
I don't really have many pictures of him on my phone; certainly none from his younger days. But I found this one on my computer and it really does capture who he was. Just the most comfortable, happy boy.
Originally Posted by DJ's left nut:
Had to put this old boy down a few weeks back.
Was going 1,000 mph on Sunday - went down on Monday and couldn't get back up. Took him to the vet and they found a mass in his chest that was compressing his lungs and had spread. Even if they could've stabilized him (and that was a long-shot), there were no happy endings to be had.
Damn dog was so good natured that he'd probably been dying for months and it just never occurred to him to be sad about anything. Was as gregarious and playful as ever until the moment his muscles just couldn't get the oxygen they needed.
Damn he was a good dog. Dumb as a hammer but just the most good natured thing. And yeah - ended up just as pretty as we thought he would; a genuine show caliber lookin' dog. That bone structure and body type made him a damn ox. Even when he was older he'd toss the rotty across the room anytime the rot got playing too rough. And good luck to any person (or 4 people) who tried to trip his nails. Never knew a stranger though - just would NOT express any frustration or anger. Never saw him raise his lips and he only growled once in his life that I ever recalled.
Just loved his kids to death. Baby boy was awfully upset -- MacArthur was his first best buddy. And we took everyone in to see him and say goodbye. Palmer did a great job initially but I'll never forget seeing it hit him just as mom was getting ready to take them back home and I was going to stick around for the end. Hit the poor little guy like a truck all at once and he just melted into a sobbing puddle. Life can be tough at 4 - hard to see a life lesson register like that though.
Can't help but feel I got jobbed a bit on this one. The other labs made it to 14 and 15 respectfully and good ol' Mac didn't even make it to 12. But on the flipside, there's couldn't have been a better end for him really. In great shape until he was just...gone.
I don't really have many pictures of him on my phone; certainly none from his younger days. But I found this one on my computer and it really does capture who he was. Just the most comfortable, happy boy.
Miss ya black dog.
Damn, not the bump i was expecting. Sorry to hear that, dude. R.I.P MacArthur. [Reply]
Originally Posted by DJ's left nut:
Had to put this old boy down a few weeks back.
Was going 1,000 mph on Sunday - went down on Monday and couldn't get back up. Took him to the vet and they found a mass in his chest that was compressing his lungs and had spread. Even if they could've stabilized him (and that was a long-shot), there were no happy endings to be had.
Damn dog was so good natured that he'd probably been dying for months and it just never occurred to him to be sad about anything. Was as gregarious and playful as ever until the moment his muscles just couldn't get the oxygen they needed.
Damn he was a good dog. Dumb as a hammer but just the most good natured thing. And yeah - ended up just as pretty as we thought he would; a genuine show caliber lookin' dog. That bone structure and body type made him a damn ox. Even when he was older he'd toss the rotty across the room anytime the rot got playing too rough. And good luck to any person (or 4 people) who tried to trip his nails. Never knew a stranger though - just would NOT express any frustration or anger. Never saw him raise his lips and he only growled once in his life that I ever recalled.
Just loved his kids to death. Baby boy was awfully upset -- MacArthur was his first best buddy. And we took everyone in to see him and say goodbye. Palmer did a great job initially but I'll never forget seeing it hit him just as mom was getting ready to take them back home and I was going to stick around for the end. Hit the poor little guy like a truck all at once and he just melted into a sobbing puddle. Life can be tough at 4 - hard to see a life lesson register like that though.
Can't help but feel I got jobbed a bit on this one. The other labs made it to 14 and 15 respectfully and good ol' Mac didn't even make it to 12. But on the flipside, there's couldn't have been a better end for him really. In great shape until he was just...gone.
I don't really have many pictures of him on my phone; certainly none from his younger days. But I found this one on my computer and it really does capture who he was. Just the most comfortable, happy boy.
Originally Posted by DrunkBassGuitar:
I don't have anything much to add to this thread but I just wanted to say this is a good post and you'll never know or meet me but I'm glad you're working on fixing the fucked up shit in your life. it's hard to be honest with yourself and work though the shitty shit.
also post your dog
Bird Dog and Lola
Lola was born in April. Bird Dog is 12 now.
This picture was taken at McNally's. I asked my friend to watch the dogs while I ordered for us, and told Lola to be good and I was going throught that door (pointed at it) and that I would be right back. I then told Bird Dog to watch Lola and keep her out of trouble.
She texted me that picture while I was inside, Lola watching the door...Bird Dog watching Lola. [Reply]
Originally Posted by DJ's left nut:
Had to put this old boy down a few weeks back.
Was going 1,000 mph on Sunday - went down on Monday and couldn't get back up. Took him to the vet and they found a mass in his chest that was compressing his lungs and had spread. Even if they could've stabilized him (and that was a long-shot), there were no happy endings to be had.
Damn dog was so good natured that he'd probably been dying for months and it just never occurred to him to be sad about anything. Was as gregarious and playful as ever until the moment his muscles just couldn't get the oxygen they needed.
Damn he was a good dog. Dumb as a hammer but just the most good natured thing. And yeah - ended up just as pretty as we thought he would; a genuine show caliber lookin' dog. That bone structure and body type made him a damn ox. Even when he was older he'd toss the rotty across the room anytime the rot got playing too rough. And good luck to any person (or 4 people) who tried to trip his nails. Never knew a stranger though - just would NOT express any frustration or anger. Never saw him raise his lips and he only growled once in his life that I ever recalled.
Just loved his kids to death. Baby boy was awfully upset -- MacArthur was his first best buddy. And we took everyone in to see him and say goodbye. Palmer did a great job initially but I'll never forget seeing it hit him just as mom was getting ready to take them back home and I was going to stick around for the end. Hit the poor little guy like a truck all at once and he just melted into a sobbing puddle. Life can be tough at 4 - hard to see a life lesson register like that though.
Can't help but feel I got jobbed a bit on this one. The other labs made it to 14 and 15 respectfully and good ol' Mac didn't even make it to 12. But on the flipside, there's couldn't have been a better end for him really. In great shape until he was just...gone.
I don't really have many pictures of him on my phone; certainly none from his younger days. But I found this one on my computer and it really does capture who he was. Just the most comfortable, happy boy.
Miss ya black dog.
I'm so sorry, DJ.
Dogs are amazing creatures, man's best friend is truth...but there's something special about a black lab - they're the BEST dogs.
I feel you, so much. Bird Dog is 12 and I HAD to get Lola to learn from her, just in hopes that she's HALF as cool as Bird...because Bird is absolutely the best dog I've ever known.
I love my BBDs (big black dogs), and I am so sorry for your family's loss, brother.
Originally Posted by duncan_idaho:
Gottta share the guy that keeps me sane during the day:
Meet Scott, the one-eyed survivor of the Joplin tornado. He was found after the tornado on the street, at about 8 weeks old. His eye was severely infected, and though they tried to save it, he lost it (the same day they neutered him, in fact).
Pretty much the sweetest guy ever. Cleans himself fastidiously, loves to sleep and cuddle. We call him a cat-dog.
We think he's mostly English Shepherd, though we haven't had him genetically tested yet.
This guy’s 11th adopt-aversary was yesterday.
He’s got arthritis in his left hip pretty bad and is gobbling down medicine (inside Turkey pepperoni) every day for it.
We blinked, and he got old.
Gonna be joining DJ on the feels train soon, I fear. Sucks. [Reply]
Originally Posted by DJ's left nut:
Had to put this old boy down a few weeks back.
Was going 1,000 mph on Sunday - went down on Monday and couldn't get back up. Took him to the vet and they found a mass in his chest that was compressing his lungs and had spread. Even if they could've stabilized him (and that was a long-shot), there were no happy endings to be had.
Damn dog was so good natured that he'd probably been dying for months and it just never occurred to him to be sad about anything. Was as gregarious and playful as ever until the moment his muscles just couldn't get the oxygen they needed.
Damn he was a good dog. Dumb as a hammer but just the most good natured thing. And yeah - ended up just as pretty as we thought he would; a genuine show caliber lookin' dog. That bone structure and body type made him a damn ox. Even when he was older he'd toss the rotty across the room anytime the rot got playing too rough. And good luck to any person (or 4 people) who tried to trip his nails. Never knew a stranger though - just would NOT express any frustration or anger. Never saw him raise his lips and he only growled once in his life that I ever recalled.
Just loved his kids to death. Baby boy was awfully upset -- MacArthur was his first best buddy. And we took everyone in to see him and say goodbye. Palmer did a great job initially but I'll never forget seeing it hit him just as mom was getting ready to take them back home and I was going to stick around for the end. Hit the poor little guy like a truck all at once and he just melted into a sobbing puddle. Life can be tough at 4 - hard to see a life lesson register like that though.
Can't help but feel I got jobbed a bit on this one. The other labs made it to 14 and 15 respectfully and good ol' Mac didn't even make it to 12. But on the flipside, there's couldn't have been a better end for him really. In great shape until he was just...gone.
I don't really have many pictures of him on my phone; certainly none from his younger days. But I found this one on my computer and it really does capture who he was. Just the most comfortable, happy boy.
