Bex
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My new male German Shepherd puppy.
He's beautiful....I love the fluffy ears.....
My new male German Shepherd puppy.

I'll bet it got that name from the Swedes.Rattus norvegicus...
This is my Ridgeback x Great Dane goes by the name of Stinkerbell.
People are paying big bucks to come down south to train dogs in winter. The trainers get big bucks per dog. They do so on the ranch Iv'e been working. They come from as far as michigan to our local if you have the right settings for the training. And facilities for the trainers. They bring their own big screen tvs,.heh hehBrittany is a wonderful companion. And an excellent bird dog. Some will say they are not good for ducks, but from experience, I have a different opinion. Ours would put to shame, many a Labrador.
Shanghai's Flower Bed
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Old man and his dog.
It's been nearly 3 years since Shanghai died on a cold, drizzling night just before Christmas in 2011. She was old and arthritic, blind and deaf by the time her hour arrived at 13 years of age. I burried her the following morning in the lightly thawed ground above the garden beds, where she used to lay down to watch me work the tobacco.
We had a special bond. She was a 100 pound, fluffy-haired beast of a Sharpei mix that my son had adopted as a puppy from a shelter. Starting out as a fuzzy, giant burrito, she grew rapidly into a mighty animal who enjoyed hauling me up steep backpacking trails. The two of us walked hundreds of miles of the Appalachian Trail, in Georgia, North Carolina, Tennessee and Virginia.
Before she was 12 weeks old, I had trained her (like a field dog) to follow both voice commands and hand signals. When she was about 18 months old, I put a dog pack over her back for the first time, and she gloried in wearing it from that day forward (carrying all of her own food, water and minimal doggie gear, on treks ranging from one to eight days). If she saw me simply lift the dog pack from the closet, she would begin to dance in circles, eager to hit the trail.
She did not like going into water. On one trail--near the Virginia-West Virginia border--that crossed a creek on a single-log bridge, which she could not take advantage of, she refused to wade into the early spring run-off to cross. Unable to carry her, and still navigate the slippery rocks, I (now barefoot) was forced to drag her by her harness through the 15' width of the crossing.
We returned by the same route the following day. I crossed the log bridge, then began to untie my boots, in order to go back and get Shanghai across. She was gone. My immediate thought was that the previous crossing had been so horrid for her, that she had fled at the prospect of repeating it. I turned around to make sure my pack would be safe, while I went off to look for her. And there she sat, beside my pack, dripping wet. Can a dog show an expression of pride? She did.
As the years passed, she became progressively unable to hear my voice commands or see my hand signals. So she seemed to work at anticipating what I expected of her. Her little doggie brain accepted her limitations without sign of fretting or suffering. A life lesson for me.
Until she died, I had no idea of how profound a grief one could experience at the loss of a pet. I do miss that stinky old dog.
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Shanghai and Bob in 2006.
Kids forced me for puppy several years. She is here now. She follows every step of mine. Understands.
She has deep understand in cats. In short...one happy family.
(mix: Boston terrier & Shih tzu(mix))










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