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  1. Major's story is similar, but has a slightly different twist. The twist is that the vet himself wanted to do the convenience euthanasia but thanks to his staff, who got on the phone and started making phone calls, they found a place for Maj and got him out on a Friday. Euth day was on the following Monday. Major was a GSD from a well-known kennel on the west coast. He was bought as a pup by a woman who subsequently got divorced and moved back to Ohio. Her adult son and GF moved in with her. The son sounds like he was a couple of fries short of a happy meal, because entertainment for him after a few drinks was to torment Maj, who was still a pup. The owner thought that the best thing to do under the circumstances was to place the dog so she talked to her vet. I'm not clear on the story behind Maj's papers, but the vet said he'd take the dog and once he got the papers, the dog would be a lot more valuable for whatever intention the vet had for him -- show dog, stud, I don't know. I do know after months of trying, he couldn't get Maj's papers. In the meantime, Maj, during these formative, critical months of mental and physical development, lived in a cage in the vet's office. It was the staff who provided the interaction and whatever exercise they could give him. When it became clear to the vet that he might never be able to get Maj's papers, his solution was the pink juice. A dog without papers isn't worth anything, right? Some of the staff were pretty horrified and they got Maj out of there, of course with the vet's permission. I guess you have to give him that much, but how's that for a convenience euthanasia story? A couple of months after being saved from the juice, Maj went to live with my daughter in Manhattan. When she went on to NYU, she couldn't afford to keep him and the Maj came to me. Although he was a bit neurotic throughout his entire life, he still had the soul, the devotion of a GSD and when he was about 8 yrs. old, he developed a brain tumor. I held him as he died at the vet's office, this time for a legitimate reason. Papers wouldn't have made him a better dog. Maj was a good dog on his own merit. Here's Major's link on Dogster: http://www.dogster.com/dogs/26879 (haven't been on there in ages) ETA - Maj's Dogster page is correct. I got some of the minor details wrong, but generally, it spells the same story.
  2. Re: the top dog thing. The girls don't and never did have an issue with Tam being first ranked male. They knew then, they know now "never underestimate the power of a female", so they never cared and felt secure in their own places in the household. It's the males that Tam can no longer, if the situation called for, fight off or remind them of their place. His nephew, Joe is very much in the top dog slot now, but Tam still thinks he still holds the title, and maybe in a way he still does. Joe wouldn't think, probably doesn't feel the need to bring down an old dog. Joe has sense. In his prime, I nicknamed Tam, the Irish brawler. His daddy was from Ireland and if Tam would be a person, he'd have been the guy who would go to the corner bar for a pint, minding his own business, but if trouble came to him, he could clean some clocks and clear out the bar. One tough dog was my Tam, very serious. Although he's had the opportunity to play, I've only seen him break down twice in his life and act silly and maybe play with something. Thing is, he still thinks he's tough, but I worry when he lapses and I see his rear quarters sway, but I do still see shades of that old barroom brawler. He's always been to me a very blue collar, working class type of dog. If he were human, he wouldn't have clean and manicured hands. Tam would have hands like my dad, hands that have known a lifetime of hard work, been exposed to the elements and showing every bit of it, never quite getting all of the dirt out from under the fingernails --- good, honest working hands. And if Tam is anything, he is good and honest.
  3. Here ya go. I wondered myself about the outcome: http://forums.officer.com/forums/archive/i...p/t-124736.html
  4. Don't worry. He can get a couple more dogs when he comes back. About a year ago there was a case down in Columbus of either a cop or a firefighter who was getting ready to go on a cruise with his girlfriend, and so he wouldn't have to worry about his two dogs, he took them in the basement and shot them. But don't worry. He probably has a couple more dogs as we speak.
  5. I'd been wanting to post a topic about old dogs, specifically about Tam. Tam is 13 yrs. old and to see him age is distressing for me. Tam is a smooth tri color. In his prime, he was breathtaking -- masculine and well-muscled, glossy black coat, he exuded confidence and there was no doubt who the top dog was in the house. Watching him work, i.e., move sheep, I have to admit, I was drawn to watching his fluid movement as he slithered around the sheep, more so than how he was working. Scaling a 6 foot enclosure for Tam was like jumping a 2 ft. baby gates for others. While he still is in great shape for an old dog, a thickness has set in, although I still consider Tam a very dignified handsome, there have been some changes in behavior. He's never been a food thief. He's not now. He will ask to go out but if I am not standing by the door while he tends to business, he will bark, a very loud bark, continually, until I'm back at the door. He can't guage the sound anymore. Tam is almost entirely deaf. Recalls are reduced to me being in his line of vision and motioning to him. Sometimes he'll sort of blank out and gets weak in the rear. It sways. But that's only sometimes. And his eyes are cloudy. What's really distressing is that Tam, who garnered the respect of every dog in the house at one time, has recently been jumped on by Billy, an old rescue dog who has been with me for years. I call Billy the village idiot. Billy is nuts, absolutely the lowest dog in the pack order, but when Tam was younger, he would quickly put Billy in his place or out of control behavior and Billy would respond with a "yessir. anything you say sir". Billy has lost that respect for Tam now. That hurts to see. Maybe the worst of all is coming home, a chorus of dogs barking to greet me, but Tam is in such a deep, old dog sleep, he doesn't hear me come home and sometimes, when I walk in, I turn on the light and I pause to see if he is still breathing. A light touch wakens him and he jumps up, "OK. I'm up! Let's go". I still let him know that in my heart, he is still top dog around here and I think he's happy with that. I don't mean to steal this thread. I didn't want to start another one, but when there is any change in behavior in an old dog, it can be something. It might be nothing. In either case, when an old dog ages, it's not always easy to watch or accept, but it's good to bring up some of these issues and get feedback on them. Sorry for veering off the main question.
  6. I don't know quite how to phrase this so it would make sense. It's not so much a matter of Mick's eye, although I know all too well your points. These people are not dog savvy enough to read canine behavior. They noticed Mick's "eye" and his border collie body language when she first moved in there with Mick and her other dog. His owner would "break" the eye and refocus Mick or bring him inside. This was before the two dogs in question were even acquired by these neighbors. It was only since the AB and the aggressive mixed breed came to live next door, that Mick's owner would not allow her dogs out when the neighbor's dogs were out and bring them in when the neighbor dogs were let out. In fact, she, Mick's owner, suggested that some sort of mutual signal should be used by both of them to give an all clear signal/dogs out signal so problems could be avoided. They laughed it off, implying their dogs weren't a problem. The only reason they even mentioned Mick's staring was because they were grasping at straws to save their kiesters. They were caught in lies and realized it when a couple of witnesses could be produced that Mick was snoozing in the sun on a long line when he was attacked and that it was both dogs who each had a hold of Mick. Never once did they say "sorry" or ask how Mick was. They did, OTOH, begin to believe what they were telling everyone -- that Mick was the instigator, that only one dog, the mixed breed, attacked, and it's not because of their own ignorance/negligence that they were now being harassed by the AC, but all this came about because of Mick's owner, the spiteful, sh-tstirrer that she is. Fact is, Mick's owner was much too nice. I had to badger her to even take step one. Once she did take that first step to call AC, the rest came easier and she became a little more proactive. They reluctantly paid for Mick's vet bill. They couldn't afford the entire thing at once and asked if she's accept payments. She agreed to payments, but for each payment she'd have to go to them and ask. This, in their pea-sized brains, constituted spite and maliciouness. It got to the point that whenever she took one of her dogs out, she'd have a ballbat with her in case of another dog attack, but as she said, it was more to send them a message than anything else, although she was to the point that if either dog attacked her or one of her dogs, she'd use it. She couldn't see living like this, especially when the weather breaks and everyone comes out -- that and she was afraid that one of the "kids" (14, 19 & 20) might try to poison her own dogs. But giving these people credit for reading dog behavior is giving them credit for too much sense. I almost wish a human had been bitten. Now the legal repercussions of that might have done more than rattle their cage a little. Hopefully, this will have been a rudimentary course for these idiots in controlling their dogs. There are a lot of kids and dogs in the neighborhood outside during the nice weather.
  7. Here is the original thread: http://www.bordercollie.org/boards/index.p...740&hl=mick Mick is now at my house -- I've posted two other threads on why. The dog warden was called in on it right from the beginning and she took the situation seriously. She got both sides of the story but it wasn't long before it became apparent that the other dogs' owners were lying, trying to blame Mick. According to them, Mick was to blame because he stares and occasionally wuffs at them, aggressive behaviors, according to these people who in my opinion, should not have any dog to begin with. The dogs in this attack were an American Bulldog and a mixed breed. According to the AC person, the mixed breed is of more concern than the AB. Since Lakewood, OH within the last year or so passed a breed specific ordinance banning pitbulls and "canary dogs", these owners of the attacking dogs were ordered to pay for DNA testing on the AB. We weren't sure whether these people were going to go through with paying for the test. Afterall they don't take their dogs to the vet, and had allowed one of their dogs to die, a slow and lingering death without veterinary intervention. Vets cost money and that might cut into their vodka budget. But pay for it they did. It had gotten to the point that all of this trouble came about because Mick's owner had some sort of agenda against them. She had to keep asking for reimbursement of the vet bills for Mick. The results of the DNA testing was 50% AB and 50% "undetermined". The owners felt vindicated by the test results. However, the AC person was pushing for the "undetermined" to be translated as possibly pitbull and on that basis, remove the AB from the city of Lakewood. According to these people, my friend, Mick's owner was behind all of these efforts to rid them of their dogs. They appealed to the person above the AC officer who ruled in their favor. And so they are allowed to keep both dogs, no fines, nothing, NADA. The AC officer was saddened to learn that my friend was moving because she had hoped that my friend would be there to keep an eye on these idiots, who by now, are probably celebrating a victory from their vodka and beer budget. There are neighbors who are also not happy about the decision of the city. I'm going to get some names and get a letter together to the city of Lakewood and call them on their decision that maybe, had they enforced the laws on the city's books to begin with, there would have been no need to pass some sort of useless breed-specific legislation -- operative word here is useless, because apparently, if the incident with Mick is an example, dog attacks will continue in Lakewood, but as long as the aggressive dog isn't a pitbull, then owners of offending dogs can pretty much be assured of skipping away with a slap on the wrist, if that. An example of breed specific legislation at work. ETA - sorry if it reads kind of rough. I will never again try to write something before I feed the dogs.
  8. Just saw this. Any word? Hope your next post is a happy ending. Thinking of you & Kenzie.
  9. He is very good at that "woe is me" look. His owner felt even guiltier after I sent her these pics. LOL. Thing is, all that needs to come out of your mouth is "you want .....", and Mick comes flying off that chair ready to hear the rest, up on his toes and his plume of a tail waving in anticipation (his tail was about the only part that wasn't shaved for surgery). Believe me. He's having the time of his life playing Brokeback Mountain with a couple of the other old geezer border collies here. LOLOL
  10. I think that he has made the transition so well means that he is a well-adjusted dog --- unlike his owner who is beating herself up with guilt -- but then she's Catholic. It's her MO
  11. sea4th

    Sande

    My friend Sande died this past Monday. She lived a long life, worthy enough to be written down and read. I'd known Sande for years. She was everyone's Auntie Mame. In her younger days she was an actress on stage in NYC, and modeled. Her red hair and model-worthy legs were a source of pride and, well, vanity for her. After she became widowed, she adopted a senior border collie girl from me - -- Hannah. Hannah was rescued from the armpit of Cleveland -- loaded with ticks, broken teeth and unbeknownst to me when I got her, pregnant with one pup that she delivered dead. When she gained her strength back she was spayed. Hannah was terrified - blind panic type of terror - of people. Eventually I placed her with Sande, and the two could be seen running errands in their van around the small town where they lived. Sande, the elegant red-haired lady and Hannah, split-faced and always with a toothless grin -- the world was now wonderful for her. During the Christmas holidays, Hannah and Sande would both be decked out to the nines in the glitter worthy of the holiday season. Hannah lived a few years, good years, with Sande and then went quickly downhill. Soon after Hannah died, Sande's health took a turn for the worse. To the end, Sande maintained her trademark red hair. It was only after one of her legs were amputated that something inside her died. I will miss you my friend and I will never forget you. They broke the mold when they made you. No more pain, but no time for rest, not for you. Your life was the biggest casting call of all. And now that the curtains closed for the last time, it's to a standing ovation. You did well my friend, and I am so proud to have known you. See you down the road sometime. ETA - I use Sande & Hannah's story as proof that not only you can indeed adopt a senior dog successfully, but it can be a match made in heaven.
  12. This connection between you and Tess is nothing short of amazing. Still it shouldn't be surprising to people who have had even a fraction of the same. Amazing yes, but not surprising. I think what you and Tess have, your unspoken communication, that certain electricity that happens with only a few -- if you're lucky -- dogs in your lifetime, is a gift, but I think you know it and I know you treasure it, the way you write about Tess. BTW, my old Tam dog -- he's now 13, was the same as Tess in that he would sulk. He knew or thought he knew how things were done, and if you set him up for an outrun YOUR way, he would do an outwalk, ears back listening, but not looking at you or what you might be yelling at him. When he was a youngster, we were at a Bruce Fogt clinic and Tam did the same, only he was listening to Bruce coming up behind him, slapping his hat against his leg to get him going. I love that dog! LOL
  13. He's at my house now, for a while. Mick, the 12 yr. old border collie was injured when he was attacked by a neighbor's dogs. And when his owner signed a lease on another house to move away because of this incident only to find out there is a 2 dog limit where she's moving to? She has 3 dogs and we figured Mick would be the best candidate to temporarily (meaning until her old(er) dog dies), stay at my house. She adopted Mick from me as a rescue 11 yrs ago and he has occasionally stayed with me over the years, so when I brought him home a couple of weeks ago, Mick walked in as though he belonged here and no one gave him a second look. He fits into this house like a puzzle piece. He sleeps on the bed with me (just invited himself) and he's quite the talker, and as you can see, he's made himself quite at home: Hope to have more Mick stories.
  14. Ditto. I have just one question. How do you know Jack's hands were warm --- the entire time?
  15. Yes, yes and yes. This woman sounds like she's got a couple of screws loose. What I would do is to write down each incident, as honestly and as best as you can remember them -- dates, times, what happened, what was said. And begin to keep a journal of future incidences. If possible, take pictures. The other thing is to never let your dog out where he'd be by himself. You are his witness. If you see this dingbat coming in your direction, bring your dog in. The key here is prevention and while prevention might not be convenient, it is critical in your case. When I respond to the authorities, I would at first do it with a sense of indignation -- "what's this all about?". "how dare this woman who obviously has some sort of agenda, set you and your dog up like this". I'd want to see HER credibility questioned in the eyes of the authorities. If you want to save your dog, or keeping your dog, you need to become proactive now. Later might be too late.
  16. I don't think there is anything unhealthy about your "American sensibilities". Is the well being of the street/village dog reflective of the city or village where they live? What I'm trying to say is if the human residents are relatively well fed and healthy, I would think the condition of the street dogs would reflect that and it's in these sort of environments that people can afford to be if not kind, then somewhat tolerant of the village/street dogs, even affording the luxury of a spay and neuter efforts. I'm also wondering if, depending on the area (culture), if anyone ever intervenes on behalf of one of these dogs if it's is being abused or mistreated. I understand not every culture is necessary kind to dogs, but I don't understand intentional cruelty. Re: the Albanian story -- the people in that town apparently had every right to be afraid of dogs and took what action they had to. I'm wondering when and why these packs would sweep through the town. Was it during periods of extreme hunger? I feel that there's got to be a lot more to this scenario.
  17. I think in this country we've grown away from the "real world", for lack of a better term. We have everything sanitized, orderly and our excesses, while normal for us, might not be for the rest of the world and if something upsets this precarious balance of our lives, we want to sue or put a bounty on it, as DR said. If you're able to take a giant step back and look with an untainted eye, this symbiotic relationship between street dogs and humans, to me appears the more natural one. No it's not perfect and the efforts to spay and neuter is to be commended, IMO, but that there exists the mentality that these dogs are a natural part of life and don't need to be exterminated, restores some of my faith in mankind.
  18. I really enjoyed reading this article. And Anda, I loved your photos, as usual, and your perspective as well. Thank you. Although I grew up in a Russian family, my experience of Russians and their dogs was still limited -- to the family and friends of. And I got a wide range of Russian perspectives on dogs over the years, from those who liked dogs to those who did not, and in no way could I say I met anyone who was a dog person. I would be the first - and it was always a source of concern. LOL. It must be an aberrant set of genes. These Russians I knew were post-WWII people. They lived through a war where food was scarce, sometimes non-existant for days at a time. Scarce food means doing all you can do to feed your family and so to say dogs at the time were a luxury, is an understatement. Prior to that, the Soviet Union days where it one worked hard to feed a family and keep a roof over their heads. Still, my family lived a distance from a large city, and did have a pet, a dog or two. Prior to that, my grandfather would tell me of his boyhood prior to the Revolution in 1917, and his childhood was filled with dogs. (I don't know what it is with Russians and knives, but he told of one of his dogs being stabbed to death by a neighbor). Then, my next exposure was when I got Lena in 1991, my first Caucasian Ovcharka, one of the first in this country and it was because of her that I learned of a passion that some Russians have for their dogs, which I found interesting -- because these were people more like me than my family. Of course, these weren't street dogs, but still, because of the article it was good to know that there are others like me in Russia and that there is a sense of benevolence toward these animals on the part of the Russians. So to read that dogs are not only part of the street scene in a large city like Moscow, but even considered by some a necessary part of city life, according to people interviewed in this article, did me a lot of good to read. In a century of tumultuous change, it would be interesting to know how these dogs and the attitudes toward them evolved in Russia. ETA - Sorry for the rambling, but it's kind of nice to see that there is a soft spot in the Russian heart for these dogs, how remarkable these street dogs are - not only in Russia, but anywhere there are humans -- how inextricably linked they are with us.
  19. Going with everyone else here --- human error --- not canine error and I see no reason why Annie should be crated if they're over unless it's for her own security. If she's never gone after your son before, I don't see a need to confine her. What does your son think about the entire situation?
  20. Not much, I'm sure. It's all about marketing. You present what you offer in the best possible light and just sweep the dirty little secrets under the carpet. On the chance that someone might peek under that carpet, your public relations department will have come up with some pat answers and make sure your "people" know them ahead of time. In the meantime, why ruin a perfectly good, warm and fuzzy website.
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