tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post877359160257848122..comments2023-04-03T04:49:48.923-05:00Comments on Tales and Tails: I Choose You...houndstoothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02159272473651561647noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-35891110381483829972011-01-26T23:37:58.758-06:002011-01-26T23:37:58.758-06:00I've seen you commenting here and there and wa...I've seen you commenting here and there and wanted to visit your blog, but forgot. Now I'm glad I did.<br><br />This is a beautiful post, thanks for sharing! Since you asked how we met our heart dogs, ours came to us while we were out at a fast food. She was a sweet little pup and we decided to take her in, even if I've never had a dog inside the house before. She's our dear doggie now.Laviniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08077833136741791230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-18562559341897605532011-01-26T20:22:05.410-06:002011-01-26T20:22:05.410-06:00Okay, who is that puppy in the first picture? Is ...Okay, who is that puppy in the first picture? Is that Bunny? So sweet. It was a picture similar to that that "sealed the heart" for me to get Zephyr, well I already wanted him but it was like he was looking into my soul. I actually didn't physically meet Zephyr or Astro before I got them. But, I did have lots of info on their personality and families. The first time I wondered if that was a good idea, I also had three cats. But, I had waited 15 years for a greyhound, had never gotten to raise my own puppy, I knew I would love him (already did) and that I could make it work. And, it did no problem. Same with Astro when he came, perfect. I had Astro named before he was even born. :-) And Zephyr just loved him. I should probably post on my own blog about this. :-) But, it's just amazing how they enter your heart.Hiking Houndshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02364529045292356744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-24796174654524689732011-01-26T15:04:42.663-06:002011-01-26T15:04:42.663-06:00This is such a great post. I too have been thinkin...This is such a great post. I too have been thinking a lot about the bonds that take place between people and pets. Sometimes I think a deep bond is there from the moment we lay eyes on a certain animal, and sometimes it might be strong from the beginning but develop even greater as a result of "who they are" or how they interact with us.Canidae Pet Blog Editorhttp://www.canidaepetfood.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-4882364747668925152011-01-26T07:33:21.094-06:002011-01-26T07:33:21.094-06:00I'm anonymous above -- woof!I'm anonymous above -- woof!Scout the Doghttp://riverdogprints.com/dogblog/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-61732047635472496212011-01-26T07:30:20.993-06:002011-01-26T07:30:20.993-06:00Great post, Carrie. I'm my family's heart...Great post, Carrie. I'm my family's heart dog and we chose each other. Maybe, instead of thinking a part of you went with Treat, your connection is just stretched a long way.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-5677630353406975042011-01-26T00:16:46.805-06:002011-01-26T00:16:46.805-06:00Because of my involvement with greyhound adoption,...Because of my involvement with greyhound adoption, we have brought home a lot of hounds that were hard to adopt. Shy dogs and seniors have always been my favorites and I have loved all of them equally. However, if there were special connections, there are four.<br /><br />Gracie was a blue girl. She was ten years old when she came to us, peeing in the house, the woman that had her asked if we would take her for a little while and see if we could figure out what was going on. Gracie took us by a storm. We fell hard and fast for each other. She stayed with us for the shortest 14 months on record and when I held her in my arms as cancer took her away, a very big part of me was destroyed. man I loved that girl.<br /><br />Flocko was 11 months at the farm, only a month away from going away to training. For that month we played and became one. It was two years before I saw him again. I walked into the kennel during turnout at the track. He knew me the minute I walked out there. He never took his eyes off of me. He was still racing. Three months later, he started having seizures and I flew down to Florida and brought him home. He's by my side all of the time.<br /><br />Minnie was three months old. I knew she was mine. I bought her as a puppy just to make sure that upon retirement, she'd come home to me. She rocks my world.<br /><br />And there is Crystal. I fostered her as an 18 month old puppy. I cried when I handed her leash over to her new adoptive parents. I moved on to a new adoption group. Four years later, she showed up on Craigslist. I stopped at nothing to get her back. She was so happy as were we.<br /><br />So, I think that I have a pretty tight connection with all of my kids, but there have been a couple that I have a special connection with.greygirl25https://www.blogger.com/profile/01270810538409409280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-81701722450687177502011-01-25T22:47:39.717-06:002011-01-25T22:47:39.717-06:00We have always had a dog in our home. I wasn't...We have always had a dog in our home. I wasn't allowed pets growing up. I always felt that children need pets. My collie, Sarge, lived for fourteen years and although we got him for our grandson that we were raising, he was my dog. I still miss him every day. Of course, you know how Wall-E came to be ours. I don't know that I would have chosen him, but now, I can't imagine life without the little guy. He looks absolutely nothing like Sarge, but he possesses the same gentle spirit. Sarge was the peacemaker in our midst. When Oscar would want to play ball long after we tired of it he would pick the ball up, turn his head to the side and toss it for him. Sarge hated angry voices and would not tolerate anyone raising a hand to a child. Wall-E has done some of the same things, much to our amazement. Sarge hated riding in a vehicle, so does Wall-E. Wall-E, like Sarge needs constant reassurance of my love and thrives on praise. He will bring me offerings of peace if he has done something that requires punishment. And in spite of himself, I love my Oscar beyond measure. Oscar is a tyrant and will either like you intensely or dislike you intensely. He is a very handsome specimen and can be so aloof. He will punish me by withholding his affection. Emmy is a sweetheart, a 6 lb. bundle of pure love. She enchants everyone and will accept anyone's adoration. They are all so different and now we are learning to love yet another big dog. I suppose they all come to us for a reason. I had said that I didn't want another dog so prone to slobber, but ...... did you see that face?Kathy's Klotheslinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17881966393157941515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-85217701623910264082011-01-25T22:45:22.284-06:002011-01-25T22:45:22.284-06:00What a beautiful story about you and Treat and Bun...What a beautiful story about you and Treat and Bunny. I love the term heart dog and glad I am not alone with my heart dog Brut. I agree with OP Pack, I could write a book on the subject. <br /><br />Brut and I chose each other. When the breeder held him up at 4 weeks old, it was as if heaven's light shone on him. Then I brought him home. He was the most difficult puppy I'd ever had and I had no idea how I was going to keep him. I didn't think I was ever going to make it through with him. I wanted to throw in the towel every day. I could never figure out why I was meant to have him. <br /><br />Eventually we began to click, little by little. We were bonded from the beginning, but it wasn't until he was about a year and half old, that we made a turn we couldn't come back from. Our relationship still grips me to this day. I can't even explain it, but it the coolest thing ever. <br /><br />Thank you for sharing such a great story.24 Paws of Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06574070591449171093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-22310428912343156132011-01-25T21:19:14.614-06:002011-01-25T21:19:14.614-06:00I am my mom's first dogther... and as soon as ...I am my mom's first dogther... and as soon as we saw each other... we knew we belonged to each other!<br />I loved your post!<br />Kisses and hugs<br />LorenzaLorenzahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13869787251617068379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-60503915100390998332011-01-25T20:52:06.154-06:002011-01-25T20:52:06.154-06:00The Momster here. I could write volumes on this t...The Momster here. I could write volumes on this topic, but I will keep it to just two dogs. One would be Muffin, a city pound pup who looked so forlorn in her kennel. I had gone with a good friend to look at a pup for her, no intention of bringing home a dog. We had lost a beautiful sheltie a little less than a year earlier and my husband didn't want another dog. The litter my friend's pup came from had three others, two males and one female. The little girl was just so sweet. Of course, I went home and told the hubby about her, and the rest was history. There was just something about the way that she looked at me that melted my heart.<br /><br />The second one would be Phantom. In a way very similar to KB's experience with K, Phantom was the runt of the litter, and the one who hung at the back of the crowd, cowered, looked afraid, all the things they tell you to avoid when choosing a pup. Not me - I sat on the floor and after a while, he slowly came over and sat on my feet. And the rest is history:)<br /><br />Great post.<br /><br />Woos ~ Phantom, Thunder, and Ciara' Momster♥♥ The OP Pack ♥♥https://www.blogger.com/profile/07539957828544908415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-12615262427744918722011-01-25T20:47:51.979-06:002011-01-25T20:47:51.979-06:00Good story!Good story!Never Say Never Greyhoundshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00001070229800933763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-53791808753222065692011-01-25T20:43:23.670-06:002011-01-25T20:43:23.670-06:00I loved this post so much..so many gweat stowies.
...I loved this post so much..so many gweat stowies.<br />I'm Mommi's fouf doggie. We've all been fox tewwows. she nevew had a doggie gwowing up but had a vewy close bond wif a foxy kid when she was a wefoogee giwl in Switzewland wif hew pawents fwom hungawy.<br />She always longed fow one of hew own and it wasn't till she and Daddi moved to NewYawk that they could make that dweam come twoo. We've all been loved to deaf and so diffewent despite all being foxies. When I met hew and she came to pick me up in nowf Cawolina I went wif hew and nevew even looked back at the house I had been bowned in. I settled into hew lap fow the ten houw wide home and snuggled all the way. It'ws deep conection. Thewe's too little space to tell about my angel sissie and bwuvvews, but each stole hew heawt and Daddi's too<br />smoochie kisses<br />ASTAAstahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07441676450108596063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-30417891985888914052011-01-25T20:23:43.190-06:002011-01-25T20:23:43.190-06:00I'm with you, I think that they do choose you ...I'm with you, I think that they do choose you and we really do have dog 'soulmates'.Two Pitties in the Cityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04694420319336839807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-56701944822825311932011-01-25T18:14:52.002-06:002011-01-25T18:14:52.002-06:00When I met my mother I had no way to choose becaus...When I met my mother I had no way to choose because I was very small barely open my eyes.<br /><br />But you had a lovely meeting!<br /><br />Kisses!Rubihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15850699135915678666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-71215659550058191862011-01-25T17:48:32.942-06:002011-01-25T17:48:32.942-06:00Clive most certainly chose Murray and us all as th...Clive most certainly chose Murray and us all as the family he wanted to work with. He came to our house with the Irish Guide Dogs trainers as part of their assessment of Murray's needs and to see what particular type of dog was going to be suited to work with Murray. Clive was actually the dog they used for 'assessments' - he wasn't meant to actually go out to a famiy as an assistance dog. But once he was in the door and met Murray - it was incredible. Within minutes he was up the stairs and lying on Murray's bed with Murray beside him .... and that was that .....<br /><br />Their amazing bond has only got better and better with each passing year. We have Clive five years this summer and we can't remember a time without him in the house with Murray!<br /><br />take care<br />Murray's MomClivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02977646141133705414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-50518912066968173482011-01-25T16:33:00.123-06:002011-01-25T16:33:00.123-06:00What a lovely question. I honestly don't know....What a lovely question. I honestly don't know. I don't know if Shiva is my "heart" dog either. There are days when I wonder if we have any connection at all. And then days where it blows me away. So it is really hard to say. Shiva is my first, other than my childhood dog, so I will probably have more of an idea as the years go by.<br /><br />Sometimes I think you just know, you just have that feeling. And then others, like Shiva and I, the connection is something that is built over time. We chose her on a whim, because she was cute and fiesty and we were ready for a dog. I think if she hadn't been at the shelter that weekend we could just as easily have chosen a different dog. Who knows?Kristinehttp://rescuedinsanity.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-85164418059064534822011-01-25T16:20:33.638-06:002011-01-25T16:20:33.638-06:00I had my heart cat choose me. I actually was ther...I had my heart cat choose me. I actually was there to get a different cat, Cleo the calico. There was this ratty little gray kitten with crazy hair and a little impish face that was screaming at me and climbing the wire mesh trying so hard to get my attetion! I thought he was so silly and ugly that he was cute. I ended up taking both kittens and the little gray one became my best buddy and grew into the most beautiful gray tuxedo cat. Some things are just meant to be.<br />Ryker is my heart dog. I found him and his brother online. Puppyfind.com<br />Contacted the breeder and she told me about their very different personalities. Ryker was the more subdued pup in the litter, last one to try anything new. (I would never guess that now). I chose him because my 90 year old mother lives with us and I wanted the gentler one. I met him at the Airport when I flew to pick him up and he sat in my lap all the way home. <br />~SandyRykerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424717988638341638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-71365299162329736122011-01-25T16:16:06.517-06:002011-01-25T16:16:06.517-06:00We can't imagine a kennel just ASSIGNING you a...We can't imagine a kennel just ASSIGNING you a dog! Pets and people need to spend some time together first... because we DO choose each other don't we.Trixie, Lily, and Sammy-Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05480768918837568036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-51637901321686972772011-01-25T16:13:48.767-06:002011-01-25T16:13:48.767-06:00What a lovely story.
Love and licks WinnieWhat a lovely story.<br /><br />Love and licks WinnieElaine Pritchardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14080539206900278289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-17502960775378670322011-01-25T15:47:36.190-06:002011-01-25T15:47:36.190-06:00What a great postie!
Nubbin wiggles,
OskarWhat a great postie!<br /><br />Nubbin wiggles,<br />OskarOskarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04232739145599522254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-59227507616544989782011-01-25T15:31:53.029-06:002011-01-25T15:31:53.029-06:00Oooops, I also wanted to say dat I knows da connec...Oooops, I also wanted to say dat I knows da connection and bond you had withs Treat and I know there ain't a day dat goes dat you don't thinks of Treat...so I wanna gives you a big cyber hug.<br /><br />Puddles3 doxieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13717992332050041160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-41237998730199522382011-01-25T15:30:28.430-06:002011-01-25T15:30:28.430-06:00Of course we has more wisdom than you hoomans...du...Of course we has more wisdom than you hoomans...duh.<br />Well, when mum was growin' up her daddy would only let her has doxies so dat a given but hers did has a say so in pickin' most of 'em out.<br />Then when hers got married and couldn't imagine bringin' Abigail into da world with outs a dog...her went and got one. It was Albert and mum says he picked her. And yes, it's true...he is her heart dog. But her loves us too...just differently because we all three have such different qualities and personalities. We is loved no less though.<br />But, yu can be sures when da day Albert goes to da bridge, part of mum will go withs him too.<br /><br />Puddles3 doxieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13717992332050041160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-47698154819413249352011-01-25T15:01:39.602-06:002011-01-25T15:01:39.602-06:00Charlie is my heart dog. He chose my mom when she ...Charlie is my heart dog. He chose my mom when she went to go see his litter when he was just a wee pup. Before my mom came, he would always hide under the furniture when new people came out and the owners of the mom thought they'd have to keep him since he was so scared. But when my mom came he came over to her and sat in her lap. When the mom's owner told her that, my mom understood that her choice was made for her. Funny that he's never been shy with people as an adult dog, and he's not timid either. <br /><br />He came into my life when everything was upside down for me and he was there for me during some really hard times and we understand each other unlike anything I've ever experienced. I don't think I will ever have this kind of connection with another dog.<br /><br />Emma chose me. When I went to go see her I thought she was ugly and small and scarred and skinny. But she just oozed love. And Charlie didn't mind her at all. And every dog I saw after her I compared to her. Then I knew that she was mine. When they brought her out the day I adopted her, she dragged the volunteer over to me once she caught sight of me and was a wriggling ball of happiness. <br /><br />They do pick us.Sightlesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03538720022211433419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-78597406192196655702011-01-25T13:24:34.100-06:002011-01-25T13:24:34.100-06:00Man, these stories are wonderful. I love the pic o...Man, these stories are wonderful. I love the pic of you and Treat sleeping!<br /><br />I have to say of all the dogs I've had, Buddy the Dalmatian was the one who took my heart when he left me. I still tear up thinking about him. He was a rescue, and technically, I chose him, but he had my heart from the first day. When he died in 2004, I felt like I lost my best friend.<br /><br />While I love Trixie and Minnie, they just aren't my "buddies" like Buddy was. <br /><br />Damn, my eyes are leaking.Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12197340334699196246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3581194809685521989.post-40511874719193340712011-01-25T13:19:52.178-06:002011-01-25T13:19:52.178-06:00Great post!
We have very special bonds with mom, t...Great post!<br />We have very special bonds with mom, they are all different but all very strong.<br /><br />Farrusquinho stole mom's heart. He was in a kennel where mom was leaving food and blankets. He whined a lot and she could not leave him there.<br /><br />Kaiser was the dog that mom always wanted. She loves Dobermans! Then one day Dad took mom for a walk, and they went to a breeder for her to choose one puppy. It was a big surprise!<br /><br />Me, Jack, I was saved by mom! I had been offered to a child at Christmas who treated me like a toy. The mother could not stand to see me being treated this way, and was asking for that family to let her take me home...<br /><br />Mom says we're the most beautiful black dogs in the world! =))Terrorzinhoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03928019442523380460noreply@blogger.com