(I hasten to add, the toy was not placed on him.)
Awwwwww! Thatās what we need around here. Weāve been without a dog since last summer (had to put my boyfriendās old guy to sleep ), and I donāt know how much longer my boyfriend is going to last. Miss Katyās going to be peeved no matter what (she is very anti-dog), but if we find a small dog that doesnāt try to get in her face all the time she can hopefully deal with it.
On the balance, thatās not going to be a Jack Russellā¦
Yes! Those Ears!!!
Major cutie! Yay for pound puppies.
Weāve been dogless for 2 1/2 years now. We decided this year after we reached the point of straightening and cleaning every room in the house and getting rid of all the junk weād get a dog, which took a while, but we finished cleaning yesterday. Hopefully Sherlockās not really a secret spazz. He was a stray so heās probably a bolterā¦
Our last dog was an Australian Cattle Dog mutt. If he got outside would whine and beg to get back in ASAP since he didnāt want to be away from his humans. But he was a herder so he was always tripping us.
Yeeeeeeaahhhhh noāway too energetic! We need something on the small side that will leave the kitteh alone when she says so (which will be all the time), and that doesnāt need to be walked for miles and miles every day. Old dog was a basset mix, which was perfectānot the smallest dog, but pretty lazy
We dogsat a pair of Pomeranians who were surprisingly low key (I have met some hyper ones); they need a lot of brushing, but man are they cute.
Here they are trying to figure out wtf is a mirror:
My sister has a pom, total spazz, but really fun to visit. Heās hilarious, pretty much the cutest dog ever, and really fun, but tiring, and yeah, lots of brushing.
Might as well throw this one in tooāthe black and white dog is the late Pepe (Pep for short). (PomPoms are still tripping on the mirror)
oh my god what a cutie!!!
You mean the HMV dog, Nipper - HMV stands for His Masterās Voice.
The wiki page on that brand is quite the tale of corporate genealogy; RCA is obviously related, and even JVC.
Nipper was with HMV before RCA, which predates HMV by 20 years. However, RCA Victor bought the rights to Nipper in 1929, which is why Nipper is referred to the RCA dog. So you and @nemomen are both correct!
Did you know JVC stands for Japanese Victor Company? That wiki article is rather interesting. I didnāt look it up just now; I remember some of the details from reading it a year or two ago.
Ages ago when I first learned that, I wanted to write a science fiction using the name. Then I learned that Stanislaw Lem beat me to it, of course.
Iām also of the opinion that Nipper was the inspiration for the album art on Rushās 2003 compilation album The Spirit of Radioā¦
Cute little beast Jack russell and chihuahua?
I didnāt really grasp exactly what having a herding breed would be like before we got one ~3 years ago. I have now learned two things:
- They donāt play alone.
- There is no such thing as too much activity.
Two or more long walks and a couple of short ones per day, constant low-level training (sit at intersections, heel when walking, sit and wait for permission to eat, work for around 1/3 of all of your food a few kibbles at a time, new tricks and games as I can invent themā¦), play breaks for indoor fetch or hide-and-seek during the workday, and she still finds time to lay around with an expression that very clearly says Iām boredā¦is this all weāre going to do today?
(ETA: and a degree of hip dysplasia means that lots of running canāt be an every day activity.)
Sheāll also arbitrarily include people we donāt know into the herd. If we, for example, share an elevator with a couple of people who then go their own way, sheāll sometimes want to go and round them upā¦
It seems to help to share with people who know what it feels like to have to say goodbye, so here goes. This is Sagan. He was funny and incredibly sweet, a sixty-pound lapdog, and, like Carl whom he was named after, smart, but in an odd, eccentric way.
And gone too soon.
My Welsh grandmother wound up with an old retired sheepdog from the family farm. She took the dog down to the local park, let it off the leash, and off it went like a shot over the nearest hill.
When she got to the top of the hill she could see a small collection of ladies at the other side shaking their umbrellas at the dog as it circled around its new flock: three terrified white poodles.
Another friendās sheepdog here couldnāt be in the room when (American) football was on. Sheād sit contentedly watching while the teams organized themselves at the line of scrimmage, but when they all started running in different directions sheād go nuts.
My wife has a wonderful way of putting it: āGive them something to do or theyāll find something to do.ā
Iām now thinking heās a Parson Russel/Chihuahua mix, though there are domestic debates over whether heās perhaps a Rat Terrier or some other terrier, and whether heās mixed with a Chihuahua or some other dog. Since he was picked up, thereās no definitive answer, which makes it more fun to argue over.
Cowboy had incredible energy. There were paths worn in the grass from his constant running. If we left him alone in the back for a few minutes heād dig under the fence (and nothing could stop him digging) then come to the front door to scratch at it to ask to be let back in.
His favorite activity, though, was waiting until I stood up, then herding me by charging in front of my shins then stopping longwise to persuade me to rejoin the rest of the herd.