I was downvoted the other day 100% by a newbie on my comment putting my art in the thread for the competition. Still don't get it.
Anyway cute dogs. Look like they've got a lot of energy! I'd say their breed is a Heinz 57. Which ultimately makes for a robust and healthier animal in my opinion. Pedigrees are over rated.
My family got a dog when I was younger. A miniature dachshund. This dog want even a foot long. Fine pedigree of grandfather interbred with granddaughter dating back good knows how many generations. And she was a real bitch. Jealous, destructive, bitey (once biting my son's legs in his bouncer when he was a baby-like I said jealous). She later until she was 21, damn thing. Rick and i rehomed Jenny dog a half poodle /terrier dog. Best dog ever, sweet, kind, playful, loyal, and no shedding. Unfortunately she came with medical issues, she had been run over in her youth, and whilst she pulled through with surgery, her insides never worked quite right ever again. Girl laid down to sleep in the sun and never woke up. That was about 5 years ago. Now we have caramelle. Again a mix, this time the vet thinks part chien de France compte mixed with maybe a little beagle. Shes another dog with a beautiful personality, a very different kind to old jenny. But she's patient and gentle with children.
I read this comment twice, I don't usually do that. Such a nice read. Thank you.
As a kid I had German Shepherds. Haven't had one since 2013. When I put down The Rook I said I won't do that again until I park. She traveled coast to coast in the US with me for a good 8 years. Putting her down was one of the toughest days of my life and I've had worse days than most.
About that downvote you got the other day. Since the account was new as you said, I would just chalk it up to user error. They probably meant to give you 100 up and clicked the wrong button.
Your welcome, I had to reread it twice too. Didn't notice so many mistakes at 7am this morning in the dark. Note to self proof read.
Speaking from personal experience, those things take time. I'm weird about it. I'll never admit how much time or days I spend editing one opening sentence. Titles are the worst! What really, really, really makes me crazy is when I have to edit after it's posted and then the blockchain shows "edited." I've come to terms with myself now that unless it's drastic, I wont touch it, I'll leave it onchain as is rather than "edited."
But that's just original content, comments don't count. They're just comments. Oh, that reminds me.
You'll hit anniversary two, three, etc etc and the only difference you'll notice is now you spend an equal amount of time
rewordingeditingrearranging comments!And dammit watch what buttons you press Lisa!
Rook looks like a beautiful soul I understand how difficult it is to make that decision for an animal, and it still weighs on me. I had to put my cat down several years ago. His loss still weighs on me and I think of him often. I did begin to write his story, but stopped when it became too long. I think I am going to turn it into a post instead.
I can tell you're not enjoying yourself here at all.
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Yes, I often wonder how long The Rook would've lived had I not treated her like my mother and pulled the plug. But she was pooping on herself, Rook that is, couldn't get up anymore and would poop where she laid. Poor thing. I hated that day.
I don't think she appreciated my selfishness. She fell down a lot in her later years and cried in pain when it happened. Couldn't even stand up to pee or poop. Her hips bothered her so much and I'm such a sissy look what you've done to me!
I can't even begin to imagine. My deciding moment with William was when I was trying to give him some medicine and finally got him to open his mouth. Half his tongue had disappeared, it was just a huge infected mess. He had tried to slink off several times to die peacefully, but I'd caught him and taken him back to his bed to care for him. I know now that was selfish of me. It was that day I made the decision.
Absolutely. I think Rooks last 6 months was purely due to my selfishness. I beat myself up for it regularly both ways—I shouldn't have done that and I should've done it longer.