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beccabun PE
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That was Frodo. He was a 5 lb. chihuahua and me and my wife's first "baby" lol. We got him right after we met and he passed away in 2017 a few months after our son was born. This photo is from 2012. The one with the fireplace is from 2014.
Frodo was cute but hated anyone he didn't know. He earned nicknames such as "F-", "loose screw", "Fruitloop" and "That evil dog." We loved him to death!
beccabun PE
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I literally gasped when I saw his little face. HIS EARS ARE AS BIG AS HIS FACE.That was Frodo. He was a 5 lb. chihuahua and me and my wife's first "baby" lol. We got him right after we met and he passed away in 2017 a few months after our son was born. This photo is from 2012. The one with the fireplace is from 2014.
Frodo was cute but hated anyone he didn't know. He earned nicknames such as "F-", "loose screw", "Fruitloop" and "That evil dog." We loved him to death!
this photo had to be the inspiration for this emoji:
lil smiley boy
I have a photo at home or on home computer of when we first got him. Remind me if I don't post it later!I literally gasped when I saw his little face. HIS EARS ARE AS BIG AS HIS FACE.
this photo had to be the inspiration for this emoji:
lil smiley boy
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Banjo has settled into his new home and was snoring away. He's created a little toy hoard on his new bed. And they started re-training him while we were and talking (no dogs on the couch unless invited). Their calendars said "Banjo comes home!!" for today so he's def already loved and in the right home.
(For those not in the Maf thread, we re-homed Banjo with my best friend who is more experienced with dogs who have behavior issues, as is her partner. And both have wanted a dog for awhile so he's got a really good chance at being a good dog. The shelter would have euthanized if we returned him due to his history)
(For those not in the Maf thread, we re-homed Banjo with my best friend who is more experienced with dogs who have behavior issues, as is her partner. And both have wanted a dog for awhile so he's got a really good chance at being a good dog. The shelter would have euthanized if we returned him due to his history)
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SUPAH LEGGY BOI.
I've been debating getting a pet at my apartment, going back and forth, and I think...I'm not going to. I do like the freedom of just...leaving to go on vacation. Plus, I'm still paying for my two cats back in NY (parental support), and they get special/expensive food because if it's dry kibble the older cat gulps/throws up the pellets and cheap/filler/crap food results in deadly gas.
I did get a ton of soufflé cat photos.
I've been debating getting a pet at my apartment, going back and forth, and I think...I'm not going to. I do like the freedom of just...leaving to go on vacation. Plus, I'm still paying for my two cats back in NY (parental support), and they get special/expensive food because if it's dry kibble the older cat gulps/throws up the pellets and cheap/filler/crap food results in deadly gas.
I did get a ton of soufflé cat photos.
Just had to bring one of our boys in. He must have clipped his toenail on something this morning. Cracked the nail (splintered outwards), and the toe is very swollen. He has to be sedated for an exam because he's snarling and doesn't want them touching it. They're worried the toe may be broken/fractured, or that the nail may have fractured up into the nail bed. Poor boy, I hope he's OK and has no issues with the sedative 
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Welcome to our world. 3 of the 4 are alright going to the vet. The 4th does not like it at all and the vet's not terribly fond of him either. He's a big dumb oaf who's strong as can be so I think the vet's a little scared of him.
We just happen to be doing our yearly visits for all of them yesterday and today. We saved Claude for last this afternoon. When the vet found out, he gave my wife some pills when she was there earlier today with one of the cats to dope him up before we bring him in. Hopefully this stuff works better because we've tried that before and he still needed two muzzles.
We just happen to be doing our yearly visits for all of them yesterday and today. We saved Claude for last this afternoon. When the vet found out, he gave my wife some pills when she was there earlier today with one of the cats to dope him up before we bring him in. Hopefully this stuff works better because we've tried that before and he still needed two muzzles.
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I took Piper to the Beach yesterday.... seems like she enjoyed it!
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Just a couple cattle dogs and their herding balls ... they could do this all day pretty sure my neighbors prob think I have a dog fight ring going on over here ... 
Here's the little PBR monsters:
Bullet (black & tan farm mix) and Jua (shiba/farm)
Lilly (our inside white princess) & Jack (prefers the outside so he owns the garage) ...we also have 6 chickens
Gosh, reading through the previous posts, I can sympathize with of all the losses, vet trips... etc. and all of the joys of being good pet caregivers. Mrs. PBR and I have loved and lost many furred & feathered friends over the years. But the old adage is true; It's better to have loved and lost...
The end of your time with them hurts like nothing other, but we tell each other in those hard times that we would gladly feel the pain a thousand times over if it means getting to give them the life they lived. Raise a CAB later, and honor your friends past and present.
Bullet (black & tan farm mix) and Jua (shiba/farm)
Lilly (our inside white princess) & Jack (prefers the outside so he owns the garage) ...we also have 6 chickens
Gosh, reading through the previous posts, I can sympathize with of all the losses, vet trips... etc. and all of the joys of being good pet caregivers. Mrs. PBR and I have loved and lost many furred & feathered friends over the years. But the old adage is true; It's better to have loved and lost...
The end of your time with them hurts like nothing other, but we tell each other in those hard times that we would gladly feel the pain a thousand times over if it means getting to give them the life they lived. Raise a CAB later, and honor your friends past and present.
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Oh yeah I never updated here. CW: Death
On 16 Jan 2021, Banjo crossed the rainbow bridge. The shelter made the decision for us to have him put down. His issues were not behavioral or trainable. They were clinical and he would bite unprovoked so he was a liability. His poor brain wasn't wired right and even on high dose of meds, he couldn't settle. The morning he was put down, he got a double dose of them so 600mg gabapentin and 300mg trazadone and he still could not settle and just exist. We had a vet come to my best friend's house and the four of us surrounded him to say good bye. The vet who came asked for a full history so she could do it with a clear conscience since he was only 1.5 years old. And for a moment, it looked like she was trying to figure out if she could save him and take him home. We all tried so hard to save him and give him a good life but ultimately he couldn't live a quality life.
Almost everyone has understood the decision. And my best friend said she is happy that we had the shared experience of living with him and seeing how difficult it was to exist with him. It was hard. But Leggy Boi was loved and never had to enter the shelter or the vet's office again.
In his memory, Boyfriend and I donated 4 huge bags of food to the pantry at the shelter for pets in need. All of his meds also went to the shelter. Along with his muzzles and the lickmat we had to give him.
In his memory, the vet who put him down donated to the animal shelter near him (45min away from the shelter we got him at).
In his memory, a friend of our named a portion of the trail on their property for him. So there's a Banjo's Bend in northwestern Maine and he can run free thru the woods there.
On 16 Jan 2021, Banjo crossed the rainbow bridge. The shelter made the decision for us to have him put down. His issues were not behavioral or trainable. They were clinical and he would bite unprovoked so he was a liability. His poor brain wasn't wired right and even on high dose of meds, he couldn't settle. The morning he was put down, he got a double dose of them so 600mg gabapentin and 300mg trazadone and he still could not settle and just exist. We had a vet come to my best friend's house and the four of us surrounded him to say good bye. The vet who came asked for a full history so she could do it with a clear conscience since he was only 1.5 years old. And for a moment, it looked like she was trying to figure out if she could save him and take him home. We all tried so hard to save him and give him a good life but ultimately he couldn't live a quality life.
Almost everyone has understood the decision. And my best friend said she is happy that we had the shared experience of living with him and seeing how difficult it was to exist with him. It was hard. But Leggy Boi was loved and never had to enter the shelter or the vet's office again.
In his memory, Boyfriend and I donated 4 huge bags of food to the pantry at the shelter for pets in need. All of his meds also went to the shelter. Along with his muzzles and the lickmat we had to give him.
In his memory, the vet who put him down donated to the animal shelter near him (45min away from the shelter we got him at).
In his memory, a friend of our named a portion of the trail on their property for him. So there's a Banjo's Bend in northwestern Maine and he can run free thru the woods there.
So very sorry to hear, Lycee 
I was too broken up to post this back in August, and still cry every single day. On August 30th, we lost our sweet Annie. Her appetite had declined, and her pre-dental bloodwork revealed an astronomically high white blood cell count. She stayed with us for one more family outing, and then told us she was ready to move on to the rainbow bridge. She passed away from lymphocytic leukemia, surrounded by family and her sister Ursala four days later. I love that dog more than life itself and always will. She now sits directly above my computer screen in a huge 40"x30" frame portrait.
Her poor sister Ursala became very depressed and lethargic after her passing. We knew that she couldn't stay alone for very long, but knew that getting retired greyhounds in North Carolina would be nearly impossible due to the overwhelming number of applicants and shortage of dogs due to the FL track closures.
Thankfully, the organizer for Awesome Greyhound Adoptions in Florida reached out to me. She had a pair of sibling boys, both successful racers that were pulled early when Daytona shut down due to COVID, that were too attached to each other to be separated. They are both very big boys, and were returns after the original adopters just couldn't handle greyhounds, especially two of their size. So on Labor Day weekend, we drove all the way down to FL and back over two days. Meet our two newest family members:
The big brother, Dert (just south of 90 lbs of pure muscle)
And his handsome "little" brother, Deker (80 lbs)
After a settling in period, they both get along great with their sister. Unfortunately, there was a very scary zoomie collision in the backyard when Ursala played with them, which resulted in a pretty severe injury for Ursala at the time. She recovered beautifully, and is now happy watching zoomies from the safety of the back deck. A pic of all three below for scale. Ursala is NOT a tiny dog at 65 lbs either, but the boys are just a couple of leggy giants. For reference, Dert's head is above counter height when he's still on all fours. It's a tight squeeze in the house these days.
I was too broken up to post this back in August, and still cry every single day. On August 30th, we lost our sweet Annie. Her appetite had declined, and her pre-dental bloodwork revealed an astronomically high white blood cell count. She stayed with us for one more family outing, and then told us she was ready to move on to the rainbow bridge. She passed away from lymphocytic leukemia, surrounded by family and her sister Ursala four days later. I love that dog more than life itself and always will. She now sits directly above my computer screen in a huge 40"x30" frame portrait.
Her poor sister Ursala became very depressed and lethargic after her passing. We knew that she couldn't stay alone for very long, but knew that getting retired greyhounds in North Carolina would be nearly impossible due to the overwhelming number of applicants and shortage of dogs due to the FL track closures.
Thankfully, the organizer for Awesome Greyhound Adoptions in Florida reached out to me. She had a pair of sibling boys, both successful racers that were pulled early when Daytona shut down due to COVID, that were too attached to each other to be separated. They are both very big boys, and were returns after the original adopters just couldn't handle greyhounds, especially two of their size. So on Labor Day weekend, we drove all the way down to FL and back over two days. Meet our two newest family members:
The big brother, Dert (just south of 90 lbs of pure muscle)
And his handsome "little" brother, Deker (80 lbs)
After a settling in period, they both get along great with their sister. Unfortunately, there was a very scary zoomie collision in the backyard when Ursala played with them, which resulted in a pretty severe injury for Ursala at the time. She recovered beautifully, and is now happy watching zoomies from the safety of the back deck. A pic of all three below for scale. Ursala is NOT a tiny dog at 65 lbs either, but the boys are just a couple of leggy giants. For reference, Dert's head is above counter height when he's still on all fours. It's a tight squeeze in the house these days.
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1) The house is now COVERED in mud.
2) Our couch is WAY too small.
3) Deker tap dances when he gets excited. I have abandoned all hope of saving our hardwood flooring.
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I'm so sorry Lycee! I'm crying for you!
We are muzzle training Timber because he gets super excited and nervous when meeting new people. He has bit a couple times before the muzzle, no blood drawn. They were more nervous nips than aggressive biting.....but still.... This exact scenario is what I want to avoid at all costs. Thankfully, once he is able to meet people and calm down, he is fine with them and I can take the muzzle off. We are working with him daily. I fully understand your position and I only hope that I don't have to endure it. These dogs are our family. But, living a life on drugs to try to keep them calm is no way for them to live. I hope you can find a new family member when you are ready. It's always a tough decision.
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Muzzle training Banjo helped me win the argument that we should muzzle train Moo. I think all dogs should be muzzle trained and the stigma around them removed. A muzzled dog doesn't mean a bad dog.
We didn't want to have to have him muzzled 24/7 either but it was coming down to it when we rehomed him with my best friend. She and her partner had more experience with anxious, abused, and aggressive dogs than we do. But alas, it wasn't meant to be.
In all honesty, it's unlikely we'll get another dog. Boyfriend was very attached to Banjo - Banjo was *his* dog, even when we rehomed him. And we live in a small house (600sqft). And Moo was very stressed with him around. Maybe when she's older and if it's a lot calmer dog. But she stopped playing with toys when he lived here and it wasnt until 2 weeks ago, she started playing with toys again.
My bestie and her partner have already adopted a new dog tho. They were looking at her before they took in Banjo. Her name is Zola (I call her ZoZo) and she's a 6yo epileptic husky mix. They are her 7th home (including the 2 foster homes) and ZoZo will spend the rest of her days with them. ZoZo tends to play with all of the toys that were Banjo's favorites so that's both heartwarming and gutwrenching. She also snores
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