Some of you may have guessed from reading my posts, Boston is my son, four legged and furry, but still my son, it's amazing how many traits he has like myself or my husband. He is sweet, protective, and very neat and clean like my husband, Boss MUST have a bath every week or he gets really nutsy. He is funny, picky and very sensitive, he is crushed if you correct him, like me, so hubby and I are always saying ÿour dog" when he shows the other persons traits.
About 3 weeks ago I was up late, I have insomnia, it was about 3 am, I heard a noise coming from our living room, I thought it was Boss doing his night time rounds, he thinks he is a security guard. I walked into the living room and could not believe my eyes, Boston was standing on the couch with his face in a yougart cup. I could not believe what I was seeing, Boss is not allowed on the furniture, I've only caught him in the couch maybe 3 times in the 4 years we have had him, and obviously he is not allowed yougart. I told him firmly, but quietly to get down, he immediately laid on the floor, looking up at me with those big brown eyes so sad, and yougart on his nose. That was the first time Boss has ever eaten anything he wasn't given, I sat on the floor with him until he realized he was no longer in trouble.
Boston has had a very severe middle ear infection for over a month, the night it all came to a head frightened me to death, his eyes were moving sideways, he was drooling buckets, he was breathing so hard and fast I thought his heart would explode, I really thought he was dying. I took him to the emergency vet, they examined him and told me what was wrong. After many vet visits and hundreds of dollars his ears are better, but the infection was so powerful he got Horner's Syndrome, a nerve condition. in Boston's case it causes his head to tilt tot he side and his left eye doesn't blink or close all the way. He also loses his balance, especially if he turns a corner, we often hear his head hitting the walls, luckily he has his "Dad's" hard head:D
Boston will be 8 years old on 9/26/11, we have had him nearly 4 years and hope for many more, he has definetly been a blessing in our lives and home.

The first time I saw my Pomeranian Lilly, she was cowering in the back of a cage at the local vet clinic, terrified and growling at us. She technically wasn't available for adoption yet, because her owners (who abandoned her there, she'd already been there for about 1 month) had disappeared and she needed to be signed over to the clinic. There were already a few people interested in her, but we put our name on the list anyway. We had to wait another 4 months for her owners to be found, and sign her over to the clinic (and pay her bill,lol). The families that were ahead of us on the list had already "met" with her, because of Lilly's temperament the vet's decided to let Lilly (then called little girl) choose her family. So far the results had not been good, she had been nasty to/afraid of everyone that came to see her. But we decided to go anyway and give her a chance. My sisters and I were told to sit side-by-side on the floor, talk quietly to her, and not try to touch her unless she approached us. She was brought out, and was so scared that she "bellied" her way up to us, sniffed each of us, then very slowly lay down and lifted her leg just a bit, showing her belly. She cowered the whole time but never growled or snapped. It was pretty obvious to everyone that she chose us. This August it'll be 10 years that she's been part of our family, and I honestly don't know where the years have gone. She's my best friend, my baby girl, my "lovey" (my nickname for her).

My mutt Charlie came to me from a family that loved him very much but could no longer keep him. At 2 years old he had basically 0 training, no manners, and almost no social skills whatsoever (with dogs, or people). With a lot of work/training/love he has become a great dog, and a wonderful cuddle buddy :). He is quite possibly one the sweetest dogs I've ever met, and when he wants to be he's a total gentleman. This September it'll be 4 years for him, and except for the first few months, they've been pretty great years.

My dogs are my best friends, they are full fledged members of our family, and I can't even begin to imagine what my life would be like without them.

Just now when I was crying from stress my little dog Frankie laid her head on my hand. I might be projecting but it was like she was saying "sorry you are feeling bad but I'm here for you." Going to go take her on a well deserved walk.

LilyLil, exactly what your dog is doing.. letting you know she is there and hug me if you need too!. My Winnie does that and she's only been in the family since Dec. but she is very perceptive and she loves to cuddle!
Peace, feather

Thanks miss glitter...!
He is a treasure.
right now he is just taking up the chair next to me.
I am glad that we have him.
Love to hear that others like their pets too.
Take Care All!
ttfn AnnieEm

Sadie was our little angel, for 5 1/2 blessed years we were fortunate enough to be her gurdians. She was brought to our home late one evening half starved, we never met the so called breeders but a middle person who we knew only briefly through my wifes youngest (30yrs old) son. The puppy had been the runt in a littler of pups owned my drug users and at the tender age of 6 weeks she with GOOD REASON was already very fearful of children, and she was not doing well. The middle person knew that I love animals especially dogs and I was home all day so she brought the pitiful pup to us. She was full of worms and starved, which we immediately resolved. She and my wife bonded in a deeply and were almost joined at the hip and they were joined at the heart for sure. For over 5 years she brought laughter, joy, joy, joy, happiness, and more joy to our home than I would ever have thought possible. We got her a little playmate another dachshund named jeffy, he was 3 years younger than her and he was her "boy toy" They played joyously & loudly the way that best buddies do, until that fateful day when whe could play no more. It was a typical morning, she was fine at 6:00a.m. but at 8:30a.m. she could not walk, she had no use of her hind legs,an emergency vet trip and a couple of shots and some medications and a 50/50 chance. We made her a soft bed in a laundry basket and kept her where she could see one of us at all times and her condition went down hill rapidly (some ppl here at DS were with me through that difficult time, THANKS SO MUCH IF YOU WERE ONE OF THEM) In less than a week she could not lift her head and we were feeding her broth and water with an eye dropper, back to the vet and it was time for Sadie to cross the rainbo bridge. My wife the strong one is our relationship was sobbing, I told her I would handle this one, so she said her final goodbye to her 'mini me" and went to the car. I held Sadie"s head in my hand, sang her special song to her for the last time, I felt the pain leave her body as she relaxed and took her final breaths, and then she was gone. I held her warm soft body for only a moment, and then left in tears, tears that still show up unexpectedly. This happened the first week in February 2011. We still have Jeffy and just recently adopted a shih tzu we named Chloe, and we are waiting and wondering if this heartache will ever heal. We are eternally greataful for having been blessed to have been her gaurdians for those precious years and still we wait.........hopeful

@dreamsicle, that story has me crying my eyes out! We never ever forget our loving babies that have come and gone in our lives. I love the email that has gone around for a while now about the little boy who says he understands why dogs don't live as long as people because they already know what we know. Love, Trust, Loyalty, Hugs and Kisses. People have to be taught that kind of thing Animals don't. feather

Thanks feather, I truly appreciate your taking the time to read my post, and I agree totally about we humans having to learn what the animals already know. I hope you find this and have a great day. Dreamsicle

I found my dog after kids abandoned her on a buisy street.Her body looked like a starving chuiaua and her head looked like a pit bull.She had a few scars.They were trying to turn her into fighter.Turns out she is the most loving american pitt you ever met.You can see from my pro-file picture how beutiful she turned out to be.

I have a lovely blue persian cat.He means the world to me.I have depression and maybe CHRONIC FATIGUE.tHIS CAT KNOWS WHEN i FEEL ill.He is up on the table,bed whatever near me.He purrs REALLY loudly and even touches my face with his paw.When I come in from wok he waves his paw to say 'Hello' and makes a noise like that :).And has to show me how much he can scratch on his post,he scratches and leans back to look at me and of course I say 'good boy!'.Oh I talk to him like a little baby :)
When me or my partner open the fridge,use the cooker etc,we don't often notice him behind (he creeps in).Then he touches our trousers or whatever with the edge of his claw and frightens us! He wants attention!

My story starts with a Beautiful Red Cocker Spaniel, named Ben. He was given to me by a friend...I still don't know why they decided to give him up!! He did have some accidents, so maybe this could have been the problem. He was seven when I got him, and grew to Love Him very much!! He was very Loving...to the point, where it sounded like he could say I Love You!! He didn't care for young children or Obnoxious Men, He knew if a man was possibly an abuser...he could read people from across a room full of people. One time I had him with me when I had stopped at the Bar where I was on many teams...anyways, one of the semi-regulars, approached me and Ben, I warned him not to get to close cause I could tell that Ben didn't like him...well, he didn't listen, kept saying that dogs liked him, well he leaned over as if to give Ben a kiss,he got a real surprise when Ben opened his mouth, and gently gave him a little nibble on his nose!!! Well, one evening when I was out playing pool my X, had let him out to go potty, and he didn't come back...I looked for him for a week, trying to get a hold of the Pound, when one day I stopped by the Pound. They told me that he had been adopted and left just a half hour befor I got there!! It was Sad, but, at least I knew that he was safe and loved!! He will always Be in my Heart!!!

The Saga continues...After we lost Ben, we decided to get another Dog. In the news paper, there was an add for Springer Spaniel Mix puppies. We went over to the peoples house to look for a new friend, well, we wound up picking 2 sisters, who we wound up naming Thelma & Louise!! with Good Reason!! They were Hell on Wheels!! Every day was something new and somewhat comical. We got them in the beginning of Dec. 1993. They were Loved from the moment we laid eyes on them!! Well, the first week or so was kind of sleepless, because, Thelma would whine and cry for most of the night. Even though they both slept in a box right next to me on my side of the bed!! Well the first trouble happened right after Christmas...one of the two decided that we really didn't need that Brand New Answering Machine we had gotten from a friend!! Who ever it was must have had a shocking experience...as they chewed the wires off the power pack, almost to the point where it couldn't be fixed!! Not to worry, we still Loved them!! the next Calamity came about 2 months later. We were going out, so we would them at the top of the basement stairs which we blocked off with a baby gate. When we got back a couple of hours later...our tenant from upstairs met us at the door saying that she could smell fuel oil. When we opened the door to go and check out the smell, we caught Thelma climbing over the baby gate, while Louise ( became Weezie) was at the bottom of the steps, standing in what appeared to be Thompson's Deck & Fence Paint (Russet Brown), with Pretty Little Paw Prints all around her and up and down steps!!! Needless to say, it wasn't Fuel Oil!! Lucky for them it Wasn't all over the Dirty Laundry that was under the steps! Kinda Funny though, one of them must have knocked it down the Steps!! Well, to end on a rather SAD note...Thelma was hit by a car at 10 months old...Weezie, I had to put down at the age of 13, she was Deaf, nearly Blind, and was having Seizures. I had her Cremated and still have her with me!!! Rest in Peace, My Dear Friends!!!

Boston, my four legged furry son, has had a pretty bad year so far, he had a terrible ear infection that led to Horner's Syndrome and he just hasn't felt good for a while. On one of his vet visits I decided to get him a new toy, we walked up and down the toy aisle at least 3 times and he didn't like anything, I figured he was just tired from the vet visit, so as we were leaving we walked up an aisle and he stopped. I turned to look at him and he was nuzzeling a bottle, literally trying to pick it up, it was a bottle of shampoo, I know the dog is a little strange, but who would choose shampoo over a toy, I bought the bottle because he was almost out of shampoo at home. It is the weirdest thing, everytime I say it's bath time he walks in and gets in the bathtub by himself, he has never refused a bath, but he never volunteered until this shampoo.
The bottle is almost empty so we will be going back to Petsmart so he can pick out another one very soon. I guess he knows what he wants to smell like:D

When we first got Gus (our dog) he was a 10lb ball of fur. Cute as could be and happy as a clam. He had, and still has, this gigantic toung that hangs out most of the time. Like Oddie off of Garfield....lol.
I have a pic of him and my hubby sleeping on the couch curled up together as usual when he was that little. He woke up just as I aproched with the camera and gave me this huge cheesy flappy toung smile.
A few weeks ago they were sleeping in the recliner and I went to take another pic. He is now about 60lb by the way. He did the exact same thing.
I love this dog very much, almost like a child.
We even took him on our honey moon the week after we were married. He loves people, and gets very excited when he gets to meet new people or animals. So mush so that when he was younger he would get so excited he would pee. Sometimes standing on his hind legs. He did this to the UPS man one time. He ran up to play with him, the delivery driver bent down to pet him and Gus jumped up on the guy. He got so excited he pee'd down the guys leg. I apologized, but was secretly laughing histaricaly. And I did laugh after he left. :)

Bossmomaz: it sounds like you have an amazing friend.