tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739165937859822298.post2638516245340927643..comments2023-12-19T23:37:10.778-08:00Comments on Agrarianista: Two strikes and they are out - my last experience with a "rescue" org.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05409883521642115031noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739165937859822298.post-89599663592113098302012-04-08T09:43:17.136-07:002012-04-08T09:43:17.136-07:00The way I grew up, dogs got love in a very similar...The way I grew up, dogs got love in a very similar way to how you describe, Hippo - except for the chicken bones, as my Mom lost a dog to cooked chicken bones once in her life. <br /><br />Three sounds like my Irma. Those are the best.<br /><br />And thanks for the tips, too. I'll keep them in mind. I'll also look for any local owners of giant snakes.Joshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05409883521642115031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739165937859822298.post-18352924433526966602012-04-08T04:18:06.604-07:002012-04-08T04:18:06.604-07:00Man, you really are taking some shit over this dog...Man, you really are taking some shit over this dog you want. I don't know your part of the world so can offer no advice but I would go to the pound and get one there. I did that when I was living in South Africa and I chose the first dog that looked meek and timid and tried to cling to my arm and whined quietly. Turned out to be a fantastic, stable dog, good with kids and had its confidence back in no time. One thing I did, and still do with all new dogs, was make a bed for the dog out of the clothes I had been wearing that day. That seems to calm them down and irritated the hell out of my wife so it was a double whammy for me!<br /><br />I feel bad for you because I seem to have doogs adopting me. Number Three is really nice. She is loyal as hell, sleeps outside my door and is the only one of my three dogs that is happy to ride in the back of my truck when I go up to the Communa to buy supplies. When I bathe in the river, she is in there as well swimming around me as if she is keeping an eye on me. If I am just driving from the restaurant site to the new shop site, she lopes alongside the truck. Marvellous dog and I have no idea where she came from or why she chose me to hang around with.<br /><br />I would fail every one of these questionnaires. I feed my dogs everything and anything. They get all our table scraps including chicken bones (a No No apparently), fish carcasses (a definite No No apparently) as well as beef,liver, kidney and if I am too lazy, like last night, a tin of Texas canned beef. Their favourite food though, is chicken legs (complete with bones) boiled up in water with a bit of rice to thicken up the resultant gravy. So I would fail on the feeding count. To discipline the dogs, they all need a bit of that when you first get them if they aren't still puppies, I beat the shit out of them when I catch them in the act of doing something wrong, like climbing on the dining table to knick food or taking a shit in the lounge, and I always bite them hard as I can on the ear or the throat but when they behave or do anything good I make one hell of a fuss of them and give them a treat. In no time we have a sort of agreeable status quo. No doubt I would fail that bit of the questionnaire too.<br /><br />Why don't you put out an appeal on your blog? I would repeat it and I am sure many of our other friends in the Blogoosphere would do the same. There must be someone out there who has a dog that needs rehoming or a non pedigree litter they have no chance of finding owners for. How about making yourself known to local vets? There are people who have dogs put down because they can neither take care of them or find them alternative homes so the vet could call you if one turned up. Then, as I look at Dinge, you can think how you saved that dog from the jaws of death.Hippohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09468795398813061897noreply@blogger.com