Go for a ride? Mans best copilots!

GO faster dad -- yer puttin me to sleep

 

"Come on, enough pics already! I'm ready to go!"

 

SanDiegoHighwayman thank you for posting the wisdom of the sleeping dog again. I lost 2 of my 3 best friends between 11/14 & 5/15. Knowing they are snoozing in my heart helped a lot and still does.
-Dave

 

sorry fer yer losses -- glad the "sleeping dog dissertation" helped my friend - GOOD ONya! I'm VALUIN EVERY day I have left w my Shela!

 

*I* WANT to SEE this! waiting --------------

https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=1727062424234396

 

"stages" of learnin ---

http://nicerdays.org/man-goes-give-dog-shelter-finds-letter-dogs-former-owner/

 

https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=834675379968456

 

People who know me, KNOW it is ME when they pass by and *I* bark at them WOOF WOOF! [ from my front porch rockin chair ] I don't call out "Hey Joe" or "Hi Rebecca" I just BARK sometimes. for a pretty neighbor gal. I'll HOWL "AROOOO" [ ALways BEEN an "odd puppy" I have ]

https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=1291103590921957

 

. My Boys, Buddy & Peanuts

 

Outstanding post Thomas.Thank you.
Good luck.Have fun.Be safe.
Leo

 

View attachment 3328230 at the "Dusty" [ dog park in OB ] today -- what looks like a shadow under the back of the Merc is actually OIL! that some scumbag, useless POS drained out from his car, ONto the parking lot
[ changed his oil & filter ] and drove off and LEFT it 8 MONTHS ago I shoveled sand over it, and threw the filter in the trash back then, but it's STILL a mess EIGHT MONTHS LATER worthless piece of CRAP! *some* are just SCUM!

Shela thinks so TOO




then shoveled "clean
" sand over the spot


cleaned it up yesterday -- shoveled the oilsoaked sand into one of the poop cans
View attachment 3328230

 

Instructions? I'm a man. I don't need the damned instructions.

Why does my new dog meow?


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That was beautiful Highwayman.
Sadly, I am now going though this. I have no close friends and no grandchildren, my dog was all I had. And your words help.Thanks. She was with me longer than I was married. So it hurts worse.

 

SORRY for yer loss 56don

I've BEEN there, a coupla times, and WILL be agin pretty soon w my Shela

"She" has good days and not so good days

I'm lookin INto a "doggie wheelchair" [ wheels for her heiny ] because, on her not so good days, she falls down and can't git back up I *have* already several different "sling" devices w handles that one can slip UNder a dog's hindquaters to lift & steady em

The words I posted were not mine, but eleoquent and thought provokin enuf that I WISH they were THANK You I'm glad they help.

After a while, you might want to consider *this* for the future --
http://www.rescuepledge.org/a-dogs-last-will-and-testament/

I found my Shela JUST this way -- almost 15 years back -- after my "Cinder" passed

http://snowchains.tripod.com/shotgunshela/

 

In time, I may do that. But pain has to have time to play out.

 

https://markingourterritory.com/2014/12/03/on-losing-a-dog/

 

Got Buddy in March at 8 weeks old. He spent the last 6 months hanging around the shop watching me swap a new mill in the hot rod. Always interested, often running off with something in his mouth. Great company. Today he took his first ride. Looks much happier now that it runs. Me too.

 

BOY! He got BIGGER waiting

 

https://www.facebook.com/1381331098...828.1381331098771219/1789039694667022/?type=3

 

several years back, on her last "out" of the evenin, I wondered what was takin her SO long -- went out the front door to see - and there, was my Shela, standin frozen, lookin at a skunk, bout 8 to 10 feet in front of her -- stand off -- till, I stepped out -- the skunk moved towards *me* and Shela CHARGED! skunk whirled around and FIRED -- straight into Shela's face -- I grabbed a hardbound Louis La'mour book off the front porch table and [ lucky shot ] BEANED the skunk w it - last I saw it was upside down and kickkin - I grabbed up Shela, who couldn't see, from the direct hit to the face, and ran thru the house [ BIG mistake ] w her to the back yard -- where I hosed her for about 15 min till the smell was off her and she could see agin -- went out front to check on the skunk, it had recovered, apparently, and left, likely w a headache now about runnin thru the house w her -- it took days before the smell went away

 

https://www.facebook.com/video.php?v=834675379968456

 

He's making hotrod sounds!!

 

"Yesterday was weird. I couldn't get myself out of bed. The guy I live with lifted me up. I tried to get my legs under me, but they wouldn't cooperate. He said, 'Don't worry, I gotcha buddy,' carried me downstairs, and out the front door. That was so nice of him. I needed to pee so badly, I just had to go right there where he put me down. Normally I wouldn't, but we both decided to make an exception to the rule.

I started walking down the parking lot toward that place where all the dogs like me go to poop. I felt my paws dragging on the ground. 'How strange,' I thought. Then suddenly, I just had to go, really badly. In the middle of the parking lot. Normally, I wouldn't do that. It's against the rules. My person cleaned up the mess. He's good at that. I felt embarrassed, looked at him, and he said, 'Want to keep walking, buddy?' I did, but it was surprisingly tough. By the time we reached the end of the parking lot, my head was spinning. I tried to climb the little hill, and nearly fell over. I couldn't figure out what was going on.

He reached down again, and ran his hands over me. That felt good. He picked me up, and carried me home. I was still confused, and my head was light, but I was glad not to have to walk all the way back. It suddenly seemed like an impossible distance. I was so glad to lay down on my bed. My person petted me, saying, 'I gotcha covered, buddy. I gotcha.' I love the way that makes me feel. I know he does. He makes everything better. He felt my paws, and pulled up my lip. He said, 'Oh buddy, are you cold?' I was. My face was cold, my paws were cold. He texted a few people, and came back to pet me.

A few minutes later, another person arrived. He's one of my favorites, and his name is Jay. He petted me, and said to my person, 'Do you want to get a blanket?' They put a blanket over me, and wow ... that felt good. I relaxed, and they both petted me, but they both started to choke back tears.

I never want them to cry, it breaks my heart. It's my job to make them feel better, and I was just a little tired, and cold. I drifted in and out of sleep, and they were always there, making sure I was okay, and chatting with each other.

Throughout the day, my person made some phone calls, and spent a lot of time with me. I heard him say, '9 a.m. tomorrow ... OK ... yes ... I'll tell you if anything changes. Thank you Dr. MacDonald.' He called someone else, and said, 'I'm sorry, I have to cancel tonight.' Then as I was drifting off to sleep, I think I heard him cry a little again.

In the evening, more of my favorite people came by. They were all so loving. I licked their tears away when they would get close enough to my face. They whispered sweet things in my ear, and told me I was a good boy. Later in the evening, I felt well enough to stand up and walk to the door to see who was coming in. It was more exhausting than I'd remembered it being, but I loved seeing them all. I heard my person say something like, 'That's the first time he's gotten up under his own power today.' Everyone seemed glad that I was out of bed. I was too, but wow... after the excitement wore off, it was so exhausting to move around.

After the last visitor left, my person took me outside to do what he called, 'my business.' We went back inside and when we reached the bottom of the stairs, they looked twice as steep and ten times as long as I remembered them being. I looked at my person, and he looked at me. He said, 'Don't worry, I gotcha buddy,' and carried me up.

Then it got even better! Instead of sleeping in my bed, he called me up to sleep on *his* bed. Let me repeat: *I got to sleep in the bed with my person!* We normally have our own beds, but last night we snuggled, and it felt so good to be that close to him. I thought, 'This is where I belong. I will never leave his side.' I didn't feel very well though, and it was hard to breathe sometimes.

It seems like it started a few months ago. We were playing fetch and I just blacked out. I don't know what happened, but I think I stopped breathing. I could hear my person calling my name. I couldn't move a muscle. He lifted my head, and looked into my eyes. I could see him right there, but couldn't lick his face.

He said, 'Benny, are you in there?' I couldn't respond. He looked at me, and said, 'Don't worry buddy, I gotcha. I gotcha covered.' I started to spin into darkness, but then my lungs took in a deep breath, and I could see again.

We went to see some doctors, and since then I've heard a lot of words like, 'cardiomyopathy,' 'cancer,' and, 'kidney failure.' All i know is that sometimes I feel okay, and sometimes ... you know ... I just don't. My person gives me pills.

This morning, I heard my person get up and take a shower. He came back in the room, and smelled so nice. He helped me get up, but this time, I could do it on my own. We got to the top of the stairs, and wow ... they looked long and steep again. He said, 'I gotcha buddy,' and carried me down.

I did my business, and we came back inside. He opened a can, a really, really delicious can of wet dog food. Oh man ... I love that stuff!

Jay showed up again. What a nice surprise! He and my person seemed concerned, but everyone was petting me. It seemed a little like a play, where all the actors were sad, but pretending to be happy. Pretty soon after that, another person showed up. She was wearing doctor pants, and I leaned on her.

I heard them talk. Everyone looked at my gums, and felt my paws. I heard the doctor pants lady say, 'It's your decision, but he's definitely in that window. I don't want to push you, but looking at his lack of color, I am honestly shocked he's even standing up. In addition to the paws and jowls, look here ...' she pointed at my face, 'This should be pink. It's almost white, and verging toward yellow.'

My person and Jay went inside to talk about something. When they came back out, I heard my person say, 'I agree. I don't want to wait till he's in absolute agony.' So we went inside. Truth be told, I was feeling pretty badly, even though I was up and walking. It seemed like my whole head was cold, my paws were freezing, and my back legs weren't working right.

The doctor pants lady said, 'I'll just put this into his muscle. It's a sedative. Then I'll come back over here, and you can just love on him till he's asleep.' My person kissed my face, and looked in my eyes. He was trying not to cry.

Doctor pants lady gave me a shot of something in the leg. I just looked at my person. He is so awesome. I will always be right by his side.

He and Jay petted me, and said the nicest things — what a good dog I am, what a good job I've done, how thankful they are to have me in their lives. After a while, my mind started buzzing. FOCUS! I looked back at my person. I love him so much. I drifted again. FOCUS! I can see my person. I love him so much. I will always be right by his side. He knows that. Am I sleepy? FOCUS! I'll always look at him with my whole heart ...

Doctor pants lady said, 'He must have an incredible will to stay with you. He is really powering through. That's impressive.' My person choked back tears and said, 'I know. This guy lives for me. He is the most devoted soul I've ever met ...' We put our heads together, and closed our eyes. I felt relaxed. I can't really describe it. We looked at each other again. I just felt like riding that buzz, but maybe lying down was better. My person helped me down. Man, that felt gooooooood.

I felt him and Jay petting me, and heard them talking to me. They love me so much. How lucky am I? Then I felt thousands of hands petting me. Everyone I'd ever known and loved was there, petting me, scratching my ears, and that spot under my collar that makes my leg move. Everyone should try this. It's just amazing!

Then I felt the doctor pants lady touch my leg. Did I tell you that my person had to have both of my knees repaired? They're titanium, and have served me well, but you know ... I've been feeling a little creaky lately.

With everyone petting me, the doctor pants lady put another needle in my leg, but this time, as the fluid went in, I couldn't believe ... my knees were perfect! And as I felt it move through my body, the cancer disappeared! And then my kidneys felt better! And finally, even my heart was whole, and healthy! I felt like I had sprung away from all of my sickness. Amazing!

I saw my person, and Jay, and the lady who lives at our house, Shelly. They seemed to be huddling over something. I walked over to look. It seemed like ... I don't know. It kind of looked like me, but the way I looked when I was feeling really sick, or exhausted. The face was blurred out, so I couldn't really tell, but that poor guy looked like he had been suffering.

I could tell my person was both relieved and very, very sad. I love him so much. I looked at that me-shaped shell, and I looked at him ... I think he was sad about that shell. I jumped around the room, like a clown, but it seemed like they wanted to be somber, and focus on whatever that thing was they were petting and kissing.

But my person was definitely sad. I leaned on him, like I've done a million times before, but it wasn't quite the same. It felt like his body was a cloud and I passed right through him. So I walked up next to him, sat like a good boy, and my heart whispered to his, 'Don't worry, buddy. I gotcha covered.'

I will never leave his side.

He knows that."

Benny Pointer

 

" i say "Wanna go for a ride?" and she starts barkin, spinnin in circles heading for the door"
I had an old girlfriend, way back when, who would act this way.

 

Shela was in the back of the cage she was in @ the Sherman St Humane Society location -- when I saw her I said "Shela, would you like to come home with me?" [ they called her "Little Girl" but I had already decided her name was to BE Shela ] "She jumped up and came forward to the cage door and put her muzzle thru the wire and said "Get me OUTTA HERE! PLEASE! [ of course, not in so many words -- but *that's* how I interperted her yips, whines, and beseechments ] I signed FOR her right away, and it was LUCKY I did [ she'd *just* been brought IN and had to go thru all the "procedures" beFORE "She" could be adopted ] -- 2 weeks later, they called to say "Little Dog" was ready -- I jumped into Beulah and headed down to GET her -- there were SIX other folks there who'd signed for her as well -- AFter I had -- ALL hoping!! WHEW! They have a procedure where they have you and yer chosen dog come into a "meeting" yard togeather to see if all goes well. Shela was brought into the yard and the attraction was INSTANT Better STILL, when I opened Beulah's passenger side door for her "She" jumped right IN -- crossed over to the DRIVER'S side -- sat down, and placed her front paws ON the steering wheel, turned and looked at me w a smile on her face that said "oK, I'm ready, git IN and let's GO! --- She wern't exzactly happy when I hadta tell her she wasn't going to get to DRIVE Beulah -- but, she crossed back over to the passenger seat, where my previous dog's safety harness was folded, sat down, and lifted her front paws one by one to be belted in just as if she'd done it a hundred times before -- "She" DOES this EVERY time she gits IN since that day! but *now* I haveta LIFT her IN -- [ She can't make the jump herself anymore @ 15 YO ;( but, that's OK -- "She ain't heavy -- she's my ANGEL! AND COpilot

 

These are my two girls Mattie and Ginger. They loved to ride in anything, but being sisters, they would always compete to see which one would get to stick their head out of the window. Now that wouldn`t cause a problem with smaller dogs, but they each weighed almost 100 pounds each. I finally had to buy a Suburban to haul them around, but they loved to ride and didn`t care what they were riding in. Sadly they are gone but they had a good life.

 

She did Bob....She wakes me up every morning! How are you doing up there?
Murph