Pet Photos thread where too much is never enough.

[brewer]

Smokey leaves foot prints, Heidi none, hmmmmm...........................

Hell hound!

Witch Bitch.

[arewethereyet]

Quinn is so lucky he's so darn cute 'cause he can really be a little shit sometimes.

[The Valkyrie]

Hell hound!

Witch Bitch.

You spelled (heh) "rich" incorrectly.

[Whateverist]

Smokey leaves foot prints, Heidi none, hmmmmm...........................

Hell hound!

You have no idea.

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Quinn is so lucky he's so darn cute 'cause he can really be a little shit sometimes.

Cuteness for the win.  Maybe he's the witch and he cast a spell on you!

[DodosAreDead]

Damn what a scary sweet baby.

[Whateverist]

What this thread is missing is more compulsive, excessive sharing.  So here is an idea: anyone else have a dog they rescued and want to tell the story?  

My hell hound Heidi was a rescue estimated at just over a year old when I picked her up about 7 or 8 years ago.  When I picked her up in the Sierra foothills in a town called Bootjack, California, she'd been living in a large chickenwire enclosure outside.  Dogs had dug large dens in the dirt for shelter.  She'd been abandoned by a young family hit hard by the economy who could no longer afford to keep her.  When I picked her up she was a little stressed and sullen.  On the way home I put Fletcher in the front with me and put her inside the camper shell on the back of my truck, with the back window ajar so they could check each other out.  After an hour of driving I stopped and put him back there with her.  No problems.

This is her right after I got her home, in my kitchen.




The next morning she was a little more hopeful but still a bit stressed.




And this is her a little more than a month later, snuggling with me in the garden bed on cool December day.  Wouldn't it be great if were all as resilient as dogs?

[Silver]

I haven't had a dog since I was a kid. The one I remember most is a white short-haired dog who simply ran toward me and jumped into my arms while I was walking toward the bus stop. I ran back home with her, pleaded to keep her, and my family allowed her to be my companion that I later named Lady.

[Whateverist]

I haven't had a dog since I was a kid.  The one I remember most is a white short-haired dog who simply ran toward me and jumped into my arms while I was walking toward the bus stop.  I ran back home with her, pleaded to keep her, and my family allowed her to be my companion that I later named Lady.

About how old were you at the time?  "Lady"? With a start like that it is a wonder you're not straight.  

Well you did better in the naming department than I did with my first, a pup I picked out of a litter our family dog had.  I named mine "Bunny".  Here I was a boy in high school and I named my dog "Bunny"?!  It's a wonder I didn't end up gay.

[Silver]

I was probably around eight or nine at the time.

[Whateverist]

Hopefully they didn't saddle you with feeding and cleaning responsibilities at that age.