Foo - How faithful is your dog?

Trinity is so faithful that no matter how far or how many times I throw that "ball", she gets it and brings it back. Even if she drops it every five feet. She will hesitate, pick it up, come towards me and drop it again. She will then look at me with her deep brown eyes and continue the routine.

Good doggie. :love:

She's even quicker if I use a tennis ball rather than a lemon. http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o286/Flycrow/adaa4184.png

You joke, but one of our dogs when we were kids loved lemons, for play and eating.

My dog was faithful before she was even my dog.

She originally belonged to my sister, and I'd always see her whenever I'd visit my toddler niece and infant nephew.
I had a good laugh when my father (who resembles me a good deal) told me over drinks that he couldn't figure out why my sister's little dog was always jumping up in his lap and always so happy to see him. I knew, but didn't mention that she was mistaking him for me.

Then one day after visiting Angel (oh yeah, also my sister, niece & nephew), I'd just left their place on my motorcycle and was waiting at a stoplight about two blocks from her home. Just as the light turned green, I vaguely felt something touch my foot and looked down to see the little dog scratching my motorcycle boot. There were cars behind me at this stoplight, and if I hadn't felt her through that thick leather boot, I would have proceeded when the light changed and she would surely have been run over! Instead, I scooped her up on to my motorcycle's gas tank and rode her back home.

Fortunately for me, a few months later, my infant nephew entered his terrible twos and was a little too rough with Angel. She started snapping to defend herself, and I was overjoyed one day when my sister called with my nephew howling in the background and said, "If you don't get this... dog out of here in the next two hours, I'm taking it to the pound!"

My niece & nephew are teenagers now and motorists, and Angel will be turning 13 in a few months. She and I are very happy together and she follows me everywhere without a leash. Even though she's been attacked by maladjusted pitbulls, chows, and one &$%# cat who ambushed her and scratched her eyeball open, she remains a very kind and serene being without a trace of hostility or aggression (or even mistrust) toward any being.

I like to think that I'm faithful to her too. I made her a magnetic bed so she could ride safely on motorcycles with me, and she's ridden more than 70,000 miles with me over the years (but seldom on the freeway.)

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And last year I bought her a bike, so we could commute to work more comfortably together:

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Good to see littul Angel is still with and getting out & about.

I've had three dogs that were truly mine. All are ex-racing greyhounds. Brutus the male instantly bonded with me in the adoption center. He's never far away from me, except when food or something slightly more interesting is in sight. He'll come back eventually. Torie is my neurotic dog that I adopted as a favor to the rescue outfit. She was going to be my wife's dog but my wife couldn't deal with the high strung neurotic little *****. She's mine by default, Worst pet dog I've ever had, but she is very faithful and affectionate in her crazy dog way.

Which brings us to Ginger. Stylin' Ginger was her race name. A real champion racer. She was mine from the time my wife brought her home. Stuck by my side constantly. Her job was to help me take care of the pack and enforce discipline. She was 65 lbs of solid muscle and bone and was the cuddliest lap dog I ever had. Died of chronic whipworm leading to organ failure. Worst day of my life. She died in my arms.

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Inge is faithful to me, unless someone else offers her food.

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to who? my dog is not even faithful to herself.

I don't have a dog, but I have a cat that positions herself between me and any strangers/visitors and glowers at them. She's a protective little cuss.

I would say my current Alpha male dog is as faithful as a dog can be, but his friend and beta male trumped his ace.

A coupld of years ago Joey had a tumor in his spleen. The vet said if the results came back as not cancer he would likely be fine. They came back cancer. Our choice was chemo, that it seems was only apt to prolong suffering and rob him of a few good months or a few good months.

When the end came it came quickly. A side effect of the cancer was clots, one broke loose and he had a stroke. At noon he was fine, in the afternopon he fell in the pool for no reason. When I got home at about 3 (I was not feeling well and left work) he had trouble walking. But he was still game. I took both dogs for a walk up the hill behind the house. Half way up Wheatley (the alpha dog) saw something and chased after it. Joey was right behind him, but anly made a few steps before falling. We made it down the hill and to our master bedroom where Joey rested on his bed.

When dinner time came we 'fed' Joey where he was, but we fed Wheatley in the Garage where the dogs normally ate. I put fed in quotes because Joey did not eat anything. But he decided to go out and be with Wheatley in the Garage. The garage is off the Kitchen , the far end of the house from the bedroom. When Wheatley finished eating The dogs came in, Joey never made it farther than the kitchen. There he lay down and never got up.

He quite literally used the last strength in his body to be with his pack leader and friend.

Good to see littul Angel is still with and getting out & about.

Good to see you're still out & about too Merk! Angel used to glare at the R1's and GSXR1K's we'd get stuck behind at Palomar (and sometimes glare back at me when I missed an opportunity to pass them), but now she glares at the SDBC and team pelotons when we get stuck behind them on the pedal-bike.

Here is a test to see who is more loyal:

Lock your spouse and your dog into your car trunk. In 30 minutes, come back and open the trunk. Who will be happy to see you?

I rest my case.

My dogs are loyal to whoever they can snuggle to on the couch. Or the first person to go to bed (they sleep in our bed).

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Both my dogs are faithful NON-Fetchers... you throw something, they will run to it, and stand there patiently waiting for you to come get it, too.

Ahh so they have YOU trained! :roflmao2:

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Love me them weinie-dogs: half a dog high, dog-and-a-half long. :love:

The best is when the puppies trip on their own ears while at full-gallop.

My dogs are only faithful to bacon.

Our only dog (the only one we've had as a couple/family) was too fearful to be faithful to anyone, really.

Awwww.... :(

Awwww.... :(

:( is right. It was a rough year and three months. But no amount of love/socialization/bribery/training/$$$ was getting that dog to stop behaving like a street mutt from Taiwan (which she was). And then we realized we'd been had by the rescue agency and she was older and somewhat more mature than we'd been told. And then she snapped at the toddler across the street... when we had a 6-month-old mere weeks from becoming self-mobile ourselves. But this is off topic.

I do remember our first dog when I was a kid (a retired show Golden Retriever), when she got old, she pooped in the middle of the sidewalk because she was trying to make it home and couldn't hold it anymore. My dad trained all his dogs to only poop at home. His most recent dog just went with my parents on its first multi-day trip to Oregon after several years of this... she waited four whole days to do a #2.

Howdy, Siu!

PoBear loves my nephew, for sure. This is as wet as he has ever gotten on purpose, to try to reach my nephew in the pool.195636

My dogs are only faithful to bacon.

Mine have remained faithful even though both the wife and I are on a diet and I have not cooked bacon for Saturday breakfast for a few months.

You reminded me that at one point I had 'trained' Joey to take bacon from my mouth like the dolphins do at Sea World.

PoBear loves my nephew, for sure. This is as wet as he has ever gotten on purpose, to try to reach my nephew in the pool.195636

Wheatley is very afraid of the water. That and some other things convinced us he was abused at some point. For me he will come to the edge of the pool, no further, even for bacon. He has only once gotten into the pool intentionally. Joey had a hot spot and we had him in one of those cones. Joey got in the pool and seemed to be in trouble. Wheatley went in to try to help him.

PoBear is not so much afraid of the water, as he just hates getting wet all over. He will put his front paws on the top step, into several inches of water, to drink from the pool.

Any one of my three dogs would sell me out for a treat.

Trinity is so faithful that no matter how far or how many times I throw that "ball", she gets it and brings it back. Even if she drops it every five feet. She will hesitate, pick it up, come towards me and drop it again. She will then look at me with her deep brown eyes and continue the routine.

Good doggie. :love:


She's even quicker if I use a tennis ball rather than a lemon. http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o286/Flycrow/adaa4184.png

hehe - I have a Ming (not a dog) who will follow and chase a ping pong ball or foil ball and retrieve it and bring it back to where I am and hover over it and meow. In fact it is incorporated to my morning activities (grr). Many times this becomes a lonnngggg night time activity. :D I cannot tell you how many times I've woken up to a few ping pong balls in my bed. :D Nutty cat....

Upon arriving home, my big dog scrambles to find and bring a Nylabone to me. All the while my little one is jumping on him biting his everything trying to take it away and bring it to me. Yup, they're pretty faithful.

But if intruders offered treats then all bets are off. I'd come home to an empty sad house. :o

We got a West Highland Terrier a couple months ago. At 5 months old, he loves everyone and greets strangers like long lost family members. He is a fast learner and if he figures out the barter system, will probably sell everything in the house for cheese, bacon, or turkey mignon.

When I had two terriers in California, there were two ways to measure pack standing. Walks and hunting.

The walks varied from loops around the block to hikes from home at 40 ft altitudes into the mountains at over 2,000 ft. Once, one of the dogs and I even encountered a coyote a few feet away. I expected the dog to yap its fool head off and become coyote meat, but for once, it remained silent. Whew.

Our pack's official game was rats. The rats in the neighborhood would saunter along the powerlines and then come to earth at which ever house they chose. I had technology on my side and managed to dispatch quite a few, but they trumped me in style one time.

We had two huge palm trees in our back yard, fused at the base in a V. One dog nosed after them through some thick undergrowth at the base. The other was on the other side of the notch. The one dog managed to find the rat, and the rat ran through the notch between the trees and leapt in the air to make its getaway. Only to land squarely in the mouth of the other, who promptly dispatched it with a knowing flick of the head.

I believe that there is an old rule for hunting dogs that says you have to pursue the game, it isn't just going to leap into your mouth. My dog proved it wrong.

People who think that their dogs love them are deluding themselves. Dogs are great actors. Caesar Milan is right. Dogs just want to be in the pack.

People who think that their dogs love them are deluding themselves. Dogs are great actors. Caesar Milan is right. Dogs just want to be in the pack.

Of the many phrases & terms he uses, I like "stop humanizing your dog" the best. I see nearly every dog owner do it, and try to minimize how much I get caught up in the moment. I believe it has helped in building and maintaining good control.

Normally our two jack russells are very hyper in the day. I'm not feeling well today so today they are both laying down beside me keeping me company. I'd say that's fairly faithful. However, one interesting sound from my wife in the kitchen and they'd be gone in a flash.