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How can you say he's not smart? Which one of you is living in early retirement with servants, cooks, masseuse, and personal trainers. Seems one of us has the other by the short hair.If you look carefully at his left jowl.. it pretty much resembles a smirk.
"One of the vet visits we asked and they suspect he had an in utero stroke or something cause on that side he smirks and he doesn't breathe well out of that nostril and that eye seems either bad or maybe even blind." Many of the mastiff type breeds can have a lazy eye. Sometimes they tighten up as the pup matures into its skin... sometimes not. Have you noticed that eye is dull in any photographs taken with a flash? Again, mastiff type dogs can be prone to PRA (progress retinal atrophy) or other eyes diseases. You can have your buddy's eyes tested by vets with specific training. We have our dogs 'cerf'd' at around a year and again two years later as a way to try keep genetic diseases out of the pedigree.Regardless; nothing better than a big dog who loves to cuddle. Rub his ear flap for me please. :D
Now you have me concerned. His "bad" side eye has always has issues with watering and sometimes, not regularly, having discharge. Vet has given us pink eye medicine and in the transition seasons we give him allergy medicine as advised because of allergies. I wonder if I need to check into one of these vet eye specialists. Our highly scientific test for his eye is to bring the hand from outside his vision to his face and see if he reacts... but as stated he's a little weird. Sometimes he reacts, sometimes not, and usually the same with the good eye. He gets plenty of ear flap rubs, he's kinda spoiled
Here ya go, Gary. Posted it for you here. Great picture.
thanks much! I added some words to the post. I've posted pics before .... don't know what the problem is now. tried inserting photo link between [img] and [img] and also by itself. :-[
don't know why the photo won't load, I've tried every method including what's described in the FAQ's. Anyhow Hemi is 10 years old today. I always said I'd never own another dog but he became mine in 2011 after my brother decided he'd had enough of this life. Hemi came to me with perfect deportment. Obeys like a child right before Christmas, doesn't lick, gets along with other animals (caught him sniffing noses with a possum one night), doesn't jump on you (well except for that time I told the old gentlemen he wouldn't), poops in the weeds not in the yard, won't try to sneak people food, and puts up with grandkids nonsense. His only "flaw" is shedding year round. I can't understand why he isn't bald by now. ;DNice photo: water dog, a boat, and an UglyStick... can't get much better than that. P.S. send me your training tricks: not one of my dogs would qualify.
Here's our boy. He's an 8 year old, Red Merle Australian Shepherd, named Aussie. One of the sweetest, smartest dogs I've owned, but such a chicken, LOL!! ;D
Nice photo: water dog, a boat, and an UglyStick... can't get much better than that. P.S. send me your training tricks: not one of my dogs would qualify.
He's not a chicken... he's conflict adverse. Aussies are bright.
A little over 5 years ago, this little bugger wondered into the library I was then managing. Someone came and told me, "There's a dog in the library." She was incredibly dirty, tagless and collarless, circling the landing inside the entrance all the while growling in the cutest, leave me alone kind of way. I said okay fine and just sat down on the interior steps beside the landing to wait and see what would happen. She continued circling and growling a bit at me before contentedly hopping up to sit on the steps beside me. I knew immediately she would be coming home with me. Took her back, gave her two baths - both where fleas just floated off her - and where she actually changed from a brown to a blonde dog. I posted flyers but nobody claimed her and I secretly harbored the idea that I would not hand her over even if they tried. At the vet they said she was between 5-8 mos. old then. She quickly demonstrated a knack for running in front of you, leaping and sliding on her back with her belly up at you. Flopsy was so named and history followed. My wife has since turned her into some kind of canine queen and they have bonded beyond measure. I try and remind her often that it is me, in fact, not my wife who rescued her from the hard streets of west Louisville; yet, Flops won't have much of it and wifey remains first in her heart. I don't mind. Because it's unknown exactly, wife jokes that her birthday is each year on January 1st, hence the five year hat. Flops only suffers such humiliation and indignities because she's well aware it doesn't get any better than wife's arms. Anyone else got some good dog pics for 2015 so far?
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