I’m a dog lover. I’ve had a few and cried when I lost them. So now, there’s a new dog in town.My little guy HAD to have his own.
He’s adorable.
Oh and here’s the greyhound, our retired racer. Even in retirement he still cannot stay in his own lane!
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By the way, he is 30" tall at the shoulders and can peer over our 7’ tall back fence when up on his hind legs. He’s huge for a greyhound.
Here is my Nebolish Mastiff, 2 years old, his name is Remington, named by my wife, we call him Remy, full of energy which I hope will slow down as he gets older, was 1st in his training
class now he is as stubborn as a dog can be, I have a rut about 20 plus feet on the corner of my house where he catapults to the front yard to get a look at whatever crosses the front, never seen a dog over a hundred pounds move as quick as he does.Nothing there bud, I been waiting:astonished:
Ok that time it uploaded. I’m a softy for dogs as well.
Earlier this year we lost Jake, our 14 year old Kerry Blue Terrier. Tore my heart out.
But, as is the way of things, there was too big a vaccuum and it was too quiet in the house. Sooo, three weeks ago we brought home an Airedale Terrier puppy: Duffy.
LORD, he’s busy! And little puppy bladders mean I’m getting two or three hours sleep at a time all night. Ugh! But he’s showing great promise. If I don’t kill him.
Thank you!
85lbs. of sure-muscle & teeth!
Extremely smart, very obedient & lighting fast. He doesn’t miss a thing that’s going on in the area. My shadow, and obviously NOT a big fan of the snow 
Losing your buddy (aka a furry one) is the hardest thing. When we lost our lemon beagle in 2013 I was a devastated sobbing wreck. They had to pry her from my arms to take her body away. Still gets me almost 5 years later when I think about it.
We need to get horses and donkeys so they can be here for the rest of our lifespan…
The Power of the Dog
Rudyard Kipling 1865 - 1936
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie—
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find—it’s your own affair—
But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!).
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone —wherever it goes—for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long—
So why in—Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
And if that doesn’t get a lump in your throat . . .
DINAH IN HEAVEN
by Rudyard Kipling
She did not know that she was dead
But, when the pang was o’er,
Sat down to wait her Master’s tread
Upon the Golden Floor,
With ears full-cock and anxious eyes,
Impatiently resigned;
But ignorant that Paradise
Did not admit her kind.
There was one step along the Stair
That led to Heaven’s Gate;
And, till she heard it, her affair
Was – she explained – to wait.
And she explained with flattened ear,
Bared lip and milky tooth–
Storming against Ithuriel’s Spear
That only proved her truth!
Sudden – far down the Bridge of Ghosts
That anxious spirits clomb–
She caught that step in all the hosts,
And knew that he had come.
She left them wondering what to do,
But not a doubt had she.
Swifter than her own squeal she flew
Across the Glassy Sea;
Flushing the Cherubs everywhere,
And skidding as she ran,
She refuged under Peter’s Chair
And waited for her man.
There spoke a Spirit out of the press,
'Said: – "Have you any here
That saved a fool from drunkenness,
And a coward from his fear?
“That turned a soul from dark to day
When other help was vain;
That snatched it from wan hope and made
A cur a man again?”
“Enter and look,” said Peter then,
And set the Gate ajar.
“If I know aught of women and men
I trow she is not far.”
"Neither by virtue, speech nor art
Nor hope of grace to win;
But godless innocence of heart
That never heard of sin:
“Neither by beauty nor belief
Nor white example shown.
Something a wanton – more a thief –
But – most of all – mine own.”
“Enter and look,” said Peter then,
“And send you well to speed;
But, for all that I know of women and men
Your riddle is hard to read.”
Then flew Dinah from under the Chair,
Into his arms she flew –
And licked his face from chin to hair
And Peter passed them through!
Now the ultimate . . . I quoted a bit of this as Jake passed in my arms , , , and I’m sobbing again now.
A Dog for Jesus
(Where dogs go when they die)
by Rudyard Kipling
I wish someone had given Jesus a dog.
As loyal and loving as mine.
To sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes
And adore Him for being divine.
As our Lord grew to manhood His faithful dog,
Would have followed Him all through the day.
While He preached to the crowds and made the sick well
And knelt in the garden to pray.
It is sad to remember that Christ went away.
To face death alone and apart.
With no tender dog following close behind,
To comfort its Master’s Heart.
And when Jesus rose on Easter mourn,
How happy He would have been,
As His dog kissed His hand and barked it’s delight,
For The One who died for all men.
Well, the Lord has a dog now, I just sent Him mine.
The old pal so dear to me.
And I smile through my tears on this first day alone,
Knowing they’re in eternity.
Day after day, the whole day through,
Wherever my road inclined,
Four feet said, “Wait, I’m coming with you!”
And trotted along behind,
Dogs are Gods gift to man.
Took this one 6 months to train me.
Here’s our mutt…
He adopted us about 5 years ago. He showed up as a stray. I honestly think the pound dumped him. He had a collar but no tags. In spite of our efforts, his owner was never found. I have lived in this neighborhood for 16 years and i can honestly say theres no such thing as a lost dog here. Just temporarily displaced. I’m not much of a pet person but this little guy is pretty amazing. We didn’t have to teach him much, except for how to high five. He’s pretty good at that now. Lol. Our neighbors had a dog he liked to play with. When they couldn’t be together, he would take all of his toys over to the fence where the other dog was. Last weekend, I noticed, all of his toys were surrounding a wood pile. There is a bird nest in there. Aparently, he is expecting the birds to come out and play 
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