Update on My Dawg

My kids' cat got eaten by coyotes last month, waah waah
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I drove my mom's cat to the death camp when we had to put her in the home

Not the same
 
We put down my Springer Spaniel when I was in middle school. I was absolutely grief stricken.

Seriously Yella, I’m so sorry for you and your family.
 
My kids' cat got eaten by coyotes last month, waah waah
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Whatever, pussy. We lost 5 cats to coyotes growing up in TUFF Southern California.
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First six are consensual
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In Southern California, basically yes. Kittie lives don't matter to the Messican coyotes down there. You have to be prepared to lose some Kitties.
 
Well Yella this sucks

@chuck your comment best describes our? football team "Huskies are horrible creatures...stubborn, too smart and independent of thought, and impossible not to love[/i]."
 
I had a couple dogs growing up and both of them were killed with 20 feet of each other because they got out of the yard when I was in high school.

Fast forward 10 years, I'm in the Army and married and we get a dog. Looked like Benji. Anyway, I get transferred to Korea and you don't want to take a dog there for obvious reasons. The ex-wife was moving back in with her parents and her mom was highly allergic so we had to give the dog away. The fucker who we found to take the dog shows up to our house early and leaves with the dog before I get home from work. That fucking killed me and I swore off having another dog until I was out of the military.

Fast forward another 10+ years. I'm retired from the Army, divorced and remarried. We decide to get a dog and I convince Mrs. Nacho to get a Doberman. Like most dogs, this fucker was amazing. At about 2 1/2 year old, we discover he has a rare, nasty cancer. Get his leg amputated and we're told his chances of making it another 12 months were almost zero.

He made it another 9 months and we had to make the call. We took to the beach before going to the vet and I had a ziploc bag of dog treats in my jacket pocket. When we ran out of treats, it was time to go to the vet. The vet came in, made sure we were ready and then left the room, I started bawling like a baby. I called in sick to work for an entire week.

We spread his ashes in the backyard and in the dunes at the ocean and keep the rest at home. About a year later, I'm wearing the jacket from that day and put my hand in the pocket and feel a Ziploc bag. At first, I had no idea why it was in there but when I pulled it out, I realized the connection. I probably got teary eyed at that.

It's been 2 1/2 years since we put him down and just a week ago, I was crying over it.

Fucking dogs man.
 
Mrs Throbber v1.0 got rid of the dog when j was on a business trip.

Closest I’ve ever come to murder.

Mrs Throbber v2.0 loves dogs and has brought home five for me over the years.

I love dem bitches.
 
Mrs Throbber v1.0 got rid of the dog when j was on a business trip[/b].

Closest I’ve ever come to murder.

Mrs Throbber v2.0 loves dogs and has brought home five for me over the years.

I love dem bitches.
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J?
 
T's & P's for the dog and your family.

My wife wants a dog. She had 4 birds when I met her, and now we have 5 thanks to her parents off-loading an old budgie that's probably on its way out. The remaining 4 will all be around for another 15 years, at least.

Anyways, what kind of dog can I get her that will for sure eat the birds? I am not a dog person at all, but if I find one that ingratiates itself in to my wife's life and then manages to take out at least 2 of those birds I might just turn the corner and become a dog person.
 
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T's & P's for the dog and your family.

My wife wants a dog. She had 4 birds when I met her, and now we have 5 thanks to her parents off-loading an old budgie that's probably on its way out. The remaining 4 will all be around for another 15 years, at least.

Anyways, what kind of dog can I get her that will for sure eat the birds? I am not a dog person at all, but if I find one that ingratiates itself in to my wife's life and then manages to take out at least 2 of those birds I might just turn the corner and become a dog person.
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Mrs Throbber v1.0 got rid of the dog when j was on a business trip.

Closest I’ve ever come to murder.

Mrs Throbber v2.0 loves dogs and has brought home five for me over the years.

I love dem bitches.
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Any self respecting dog will kill those birds out of general principle. Fucking birds.

I've only ever seen one pet bird that I didn't want to grab by the head and shake violently. It was a big, grey parrot at a small store. It was super friendly and talked in a low, soft voice (bird talk bot people talk). It was the owner's pet bird and not for sale or I'd probably have it to this day.
 
Sorry to hear that man. It really does suck. I had to do that 4 years ago. Right before the middle one headed back east to you know where. Right after our grad party for the kid, I found her lying by the Rainbow playset I haven't had the heart to take down. She wouldn't get up and it was "oh oh" obvious that there was something wrong because that dog would walk through fire to come when called. Took her in to the pet ER in Kirkland, and by the next day it was clear we had to put her down. Tumor was pushing against her adrenal gland making her breathing pretty fast and all that shit.

Kids tried to stay in the room and couldn't. I stayed behind and was with her until the end. Crushing.

As you know, I'm not one for mysticism and all that "meaning" shit. But I believe until this day she knew somehow that her girl was leaving and held on long enough to see her through ... childhood or whatever. When you have multiple kids, one of them is always closest to the dog. She was always more the middle kid's dog than anybody else. It was fitting she was around and had fun at her HS grad party before checking out.

Haven't had the stones to spread her ashes yet. They're in my home office.

My heart goes out to you Yella.
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I cried like a baby and went through a box of tissue. I don't like playing god with man's best fren.
 
Sorry to hear that man. It really does suck. I had to do that 4 years ago. Right before the middle one headed back east to you know where. Right after our grad party for the kid, I found her lying by the Rainbow playset I haven't had the heart to take down. She wouldn't get up and it was "oh oh" obvious that there was something wrong because that dog would walk through fire to come when called. Took her in to the pet ER in Kirkland, and by the next day it was clear we had to put her down. Tumor was pushing against her adrenal gland making her breathing pretty fast and all that shit.

Kids tried to stay in the room and couldn't. I stayed behind and was with her until the end. Crushing.

As you know, I'm not one for mysticism and all that "meaning" shit. But I believe until this day she knew somehow that her girl was leaving and held on long enough to see her through ... childhood or whatever. When you have multiple kids, one of them is always closest to the dog. She was always more the middle kid's dog than anybody else. It was fitting she was around and had fun at her HS grad party before checking out.

Haven't had the stones to spread her ashes yet. They're in my home office.

My heart goes out to you Yella.
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I cried like a baby and went through a box of tissue. I don't like playing god with man's best fren.
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Only time can make this feel better. Stay strong man
 
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