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:1:Hopefully you need it very seldom. Hate is a a powerful and ugly word.
Some painful things get easier the more they happen. hit your finger with a hammer, lose your favorite fishing lure, a dent in your truck.But losing your best buddy, one you have seen go from nutball, to a trusted friend, one who could read your feelings and comfort you with just a look, only gets harder.If only we could all go with our best friends, no one would have to suffer with the sorrow. rescue a homeless companion. one who may have been neglected, mistreated, not appreciated.believe me, they will show you their thanks every day.
I've had to dig 5 graves over the last 15 years , sometimes waiting until dark , or when it was raining so no one else could witness the tears . Yes to the rescue thing , lately my philosophy about the man/dog relationship has coalesced into this , maybe the relationship should be viewed thru the concept that what really matters is the overall relationship , not simply the bond you share with one dog , but the friendship we have with all dogs . What they provide us with can never truly be repaid , the balance of the friendship is always tilted in our favor . Dusty
I've been volunteering at rescues, shelters and animal control since I was a kid.You can't help smiling when they recognize you coming. Showing them people can be kind to them, exercising them, foster if you can, even just sitting in their kennels can make a huge difference and make the transition to a forever family easier.
That is a rough one alright . The final act of kindness is very hard
It IS hard, but necessary. Unlike people, dogs don't understand the concept of accepting present suffering for some sort of future benefit. Too many people try to keep their old friend around for their OWN sake, not the animal's.As I realized how men and dogs first got together (the dog accepted food and fire from the man, and in return helped him hunt and protect his family and tribe), I've started to honor that relationship in a new way. Our Jack has always had his one well-balanced meal a day, and the occasional treat for doing something well.But in memory of the ancient campfire relationship, any time now that I eat anything away from the dinner table (grabbing a quick lunch, buying road food, cooking something outdoors), I make a point to always share a bit of whatever I'm eating (meat or cheese, he won't touch anything else) with Jack. He doesn't "beg", but I know he appreciates it, and his instincts tell him it's an ancient compact ... !Lannis
well said, Lannis. its a relationship I appreciate and am careful not to break faith. I don't understand people that can abandon a dog with no thought to that bond.
If there was any "great plan" to existence, it would be proven by dogs and their owners having the same lifespan.I would have happily given up 50% of my remaining years, so my old girl could have had them.
You know what I hate ?I hate it when you're so enamoured with the fuel consumption figures your bike has been returning, that 430 k's BEFORE the light comes on, is getting to be the "new normal".So you decide you're gunna' try for 500 k's to a tank so you can show off and splash it all over the forum.You are 430 k's into a 498 k trip and the light hasn't come on...Just as you pass the last exit before your destination @432 k, on comes the light and you're now committed to do the 500 k's 'cos there's no servo between you and your destination.Thinking if the bragging rights are gunna' seem worthwhile if you run outta' fuel.(ps....I didn't)You know what else I hate ?I hate it when you've left your bike and come back to find it's now pouring rain, so you put on ALL your wet weather gear and jump on the bike to head off.Go to start up and realise you've still got the key in your pocket under 5 layers.Peel away the layers and reach into your shirt with wet hands to get the key and drop it into your waterproofs feeling it rattle down towards the wedding tackle, necessitating removal of said waterproofs.Meanwhile some young lady trots out to her Fiat Panda in a mini skirt with umbrella and drives away in total comfort...Someone remind me,"Why am I doing this again...?"
young ladies in miniskirts, and Fiats are NOT on my hate list.
Tch, tch, tch.SO much negativity these days!! We're going to need a counterbalancing "You know what I love?" thread, I suspect.Lannis
Awwww Lannis............a ren't we the little ray of friggin' sunshine????
Well, the "What pisses you off?" thread started spreading dreary-wearies all over the place, so it was balanced out with a "What makes you smile?" thread, including puppies.I figured this one might need the same thing. But maybe not.Lannis
My grandpa used to say, a dog a decade; and in that way he'd smile and say what was great about each decade of his life (at least until he hit 80 when his latest wife demanded he switch to cats....he then grumbled a lot).
....little baby ducks, old pickup trucks Slow-movin' trains and rain I love little country streams,....
Tom T Hall..?
What I hate is-- - cold coffee-----wet toilet paper----+some sorry ass sombitch that
I hate it when I'm sitting on the throne, and suddenly discover that paper roll is bare.I lose more socks that way......
Yep, my last dog, a newfie, would always place herself between her humans and the door; wether it was to protect us or to be the first one out in times of trouble she never explained to me, so I chose to believe the first.