Broke my heart too, @"Bally002". I teared up a bit reading the story, 'cause I love my dogs, and I hate the thought of one of them being hurt. I've owned as many as 17 at one time, and every one was an individual of his or her own.
I've not had one in several years now, since 2015. The last one I had was a 90 pound "mountain cur". Sharp as a tack, and twice as flat-headed. Sonofabitch saved my life once, literally. I was living up in the woods in a trailer by myself in 2003, and one night around 3 am got to choking. Couldn't catch a breath at all, obstructed airway. Couldn't even gasp. Just NO air getting in. I stumbled outside and collapsed in the yard, figuring that was the end of me, and someone might find my body in a week or two. That dumbassed mutt must have thought it was playtime or something, came bounding along and pounced all 90 pounds right into the middle of my upper back, and lo and behold, cleared the obstruction.
He ate steak for a solid week after that.
He came limping back in to home one morning in late 2014, tore all to hell. I reckon he had tangled with a bear, cause he was hard-headed as hell and didn't have no reverse gear to back off from stuff. Deep cut in his shoulder, and the skin hanging open like he'd grown a shirt pocket there. He was crawling and limping something awful. Took him to the vet, got him patched up, and in a few weeks he was good as new. He hated that cone on his head to keep him from licking the wounds, but the vet said he needed it, so on it stayed until there wasn't anything left to lick.
About a year later, he just vanished. POOF! Gone. Never saw him again. I looked all over, high and low, and never found so much as a hair. I have no idea what happened to him. Maybe he went back for a rematch with the bear. I'll never know. I ain't had a dog since. Well, I take that back - I had a young high-energy furball for about a week, but Grace couldn't keep up with her antics, so we gave her back.
Don't beat yourself up. Dogs have a mind of their own, and are going to do what they're going to do. Sometimes, that involves a miscalculation, zigging when they ought to be zagging. It ain't your fault when they do that. It just is.
Here's hoping that girlie pulls through and gives you many more years of the love and loyalty only a dog can give.
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I've not had one in several years now, since 2015. The last one I had was a 90 pound "mountain cur". Sharp as a tack, and twice as flat-headed. Sonofabitch saved my life once, literally. I was living up in the woods in a trailer by myself in 2003, and one night around 3 am got to choking. Couldn't catch a breath at all, obstructed airway. Couldn't even gasp. Just NO air getting in. I stumbled outside and collapsed in the yard, figuring that was the end of me, and someone might find my body in a week or two. That dumbassed mutt must have thought it was playtime or something, came bounding along and pounced all 90 pounds right into the middle of my upper back, and lo and behold, cleared the obstruction.
He ate steak for a solid week after that.
He came limping back in to home one morning in late 2014, tore all to hell. I reckon he had tangled with a bear, cause he was hard-headed as hell and didn't have no reverse gear to back off from stuff. Deep cut in his shoulder, and the skin hanging open like he'd grown a shirt pocket there. He was crawling and limping something awful. Took him to the vet, got him patched up, and in a few weeks he was good as new. He hated that cone on his head to keep him from licking the wounds, but the vet said he needed it, so on it stayed until there wasn't anything left to lick.
About a year later, he just vanished. POOF! Gone. Never saw him again. I looked all over, high and low, and never found so much as a hair. I have no idea what happened to him. Maybe he went back for a rematch with the bear. I'll never know. I ain't had a dog since. Well, I take that back - I had a young high-energy furball for about a week, but Grace couldn't keep up with her antics, so we gave her back.
Don't beat yourself up. Dogs have a mind of their own, and are going to do what they're going to do. Sometimes, that involves a miscalculation, zigging when they ought to be zagging. It ain't your fault when they do that. It just is.
Here's hoping that girlie pulls through and gives you many more years of the love and loyalty only a dog can give.
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Diogenes was eating bread and lentils for supper. He was seen by the philosopher Aristippus, who lived comfortably by flattering the king.
Said Aristippus, ‘If you would learn to be subservient to the king you would not have to live on lentils.’ Said Diogenes, ‘Learn to live on lentils and you will not have to be subservient to the king.’
Said Aristippus, ‘If you would learn to be subservient to the king you would not have to live on lentils.’ Said Diogenes, ‘Learn to live on lentils and you will not have to be subservient to the king.’