Jessie. She's 7 now.
Introduce your dog(s)
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gotta love goldens...
My dog Chiquita, we think she is a Eurasier (Wolf Spitz and Chow-Chow)
Hiding in my Mom's closet during a storm
On her couch haha
She'll be 10 in January. Good dog.
Hiding in my Mom's closet during a storm
On her couch haha
She'll be 10 in January. Good dog.
that is one cool looking chow, i had a black one for a while. loved him dearly but had to put him down due to a violent temper with others. with me, he was gentle, extremely gentle, but with the wife ... well ... maybe he knew something i didn't. got rid of her shortly after she forced me to get rid of the Chow.
in hindsight, should have done it the other way around. the Chow was way more loyal.
in hindsight, should have done it the other way around. the Chow was way more loyal.
Sorry to hear about that crushers, chows are funny. Chiquita will only follow my mom around, and will only go outside if my mom opens the door and tells her to. She is nice to everyone, it takes a few visits for her to get close to you but no bites or excessive growling.
Got any pictures of the black one?
Got any pictures of the black one?
So she didn't want the dog, but she took the pictures. Women....
Nice dogs by the way!
Koda 5 yr old female. Cold blooded killer.
Winston was a Yorkshire Terrier that my aunt and uncle didn't want anymore because he seemed a little bit retarded after coming back from anesthesia when the vet cut off his nuts. My mother had a soft spot for defective things, so she let Winston live with us. She also had a very smart Yorkshire Terrier named Sheree, and Sheree wasn't too bothered by Winston being around. When I was in high school, Winston used to sleep on my bed until I fell asleep, however late it was, and then he'd leave to sleep by the house's front door, on the cool floor. Sleeping on my bed was interesting because one of the four things Winston knew was that he wasn't supposed to get on the furniture. When a human would enter a room while Winston was on the furniture, he would look the other way so as not to be noticed. One of the other three things he knew was how to retrieve golf balls. They are the perfect size for a Yorkshire Terrier's mouth. I do not remember how we discovered this talent, but Winston and I used to go out the back gate onto the 14th fairway and play our game. I would hit a sand wedge, and Winston would track it down and bring it back. He would place the ball at my feet in such a way that I did not even have to alter my stance for the next shot. I told him that if the placement was off I would beat him, but he was so good at it that I never had to beat him. Winston and I would play this game for 45 minutes or so, or until he started wheezing with asthma and fatigue. Sometimes that happened before making it 45 minutes. My friends loved Winston too. It was crazy retard-strength love. One day when I was at my parents after graduating from college, Winston came out of nowhere with a golfball. We went out back and hit the wedge for a while. He was out of practice and so was I. One time I didn't hit the ball soon enough for Winston's liking, so I guess he thought he hadn't placed it right and didn't want to be beaten so he grabbed it in his mouth to reposition it just as my wedge made contact. He ran in tiny circles really fast making a scary howling sound. I dropped my club and picked Winston up and held him tightly. He was shaking really badly and wouldn't stop. After a while I got tired so I sat down on the fairway with Winston on my lap. His little mouth bled on my shorts. I refused to get that stain out, ever. Eventually he calmed down and stopped shaking. He got better pretty quickly and went back to being a very dumb Yorkshire Terrier. One time I got a job that really sucked and it helped to talk to Winston about it. On day my mother called me to say that Winston was going to be put down. I went over to my parents' house and spent some quality time with Winston. He smelled bad, but I'm glad I got to say goodbye to him.
Winston was a bad-ass retarded Yorkie, and I miss him.
Winston was a bad-ass retarded Yorkie, and I miss him.
My 2 year old trail buddy Kes in the back of the Hundy.
She also shows up in may scenes in this video. She's not a great spotter but stays out of the way.
She also shows up in may scenes in this video. She's not a great spotter but stays out of the way.
YouTube - Hunter Canyon 4x4, Grand Junction, Colorado
Berkeley likes to pretend she is driving, here she is in the 60 from our snow day fun earlier this week:
