happy trails Shiloh. wishing you an unlimited supply of tennis balls and pizza bones...you've earned them for the joy you brought Lew and everyone else that was fortunate enough to meet you.

Geeeze, this was supposed to say HE had a fine life, not you! Sorry about that.

This is my dog Bella



She's great

Thank you all. Xander, that is a BIG doggie!

Xander, you should teach Bella how to play sheep. She looks smart.

Here's a picture taken at a weird perspective that makes her look even bigger than she is:



confession:

Hey folks I'm new to the Lounge and I don't feel like reading the whole thread yet. Here's a short story about the cat previously known as Merlin:

Back in 2006 or so, I was living on the south side of Brockton MA just a stone's throw away from Main St. My girlfriend's brother's girlfriend's cat had a semi wild littler of kittens underneath their house a few miles away from where I was living. The man of the house happened to hate cats for some unknown stupid reason. He warned his daughter that he was going to kill them.

The next day, I was introduced to Merlin the kitten and he was welcomed into the house as the newest member of my extended family. He grew quickly and immediately showed a great sense of friendliness and affection for humans.

Then we got kicked out of the house and got a third floor apartment about 1/2 mile away from Brockton High. Merlin came with us in addition to Chloe. Chloe was a gift to my girlfriend a few years prior, but this isn't about Chloe. I digress.

Things went quite smoothly in the new apartment, for about 48 hours! Then it became apparent that the deal struck between my girlfriend and our roommate, which involved his regular cleaning of the litter box and her daily dose of washing all of the dishes, was not being honored. It was a stand off. She refused to do any dishes until he cleaned the litter box, while he refused to clean the litter box until she did the dishes.

During this stand off, we were hanging out in the living room. Merlin was sitting on the roommate's lap and I said, "his name doesn't fit. Let's call him something else." "Like what?" she asked. "I think we should call him Rocky after the great boxer Rocky Marciano." They didn't like that suggestion and apparently Merlin was uninterested as he didn't flinch or respond when I looked at him and said "hey Rocky." Then I thought about it. The logical and correct name popped into my head. The cat formerly known as Merlin was no wizard, but instead he was one of the friendliest cats I had ever met in my life. So I said, "Let's call him Buddy." I looked him in the eyes and asked "do you like that name, Buddy?" He looked directly into my eyes, meowed loudly, and came over and sat on my lap immediately. He has been known as Buddy ever since that day.

A few months later, after I had left the disgusting situation in which I found myself, I was living in the next town over in an apartment by myself. I got the dreaded call from the ex: "I got kicked out and have nowhere to go." So I agreed that she could stay with me for a while. Well to make a very long story short, it didn't work out peacefully. I had to tell her to get lost and that I wanted Buddy, who had grown into a rather large cat by that time. I still joke that his daddy must have been the king of the strays. She agreed, then she left after some more yelling and screaming and fighting and cursing, leaving Buddy with me.

I've had him ever since. Now he's about 11 years old and still friendly as ever.

Hunter is getting his winter coat.
Squirrel!

Winston doesn't give a **** about no squirrel.

I love my two cats : Anno and Spook. Anno because we found her on the opposite house Anno 1921 and Spook because she's a real ghost (hearing her but not seeing her untill the very last moment)...

They once moved with us to Peru. First night we tought Anno escaped the apartment. Just imagine the faces when I was running around asking people if they have seen my "Anno" (use google translate and I'm looking for my Anno...

time to bump this thread....

...this guy



is 10 years old and recovering from his second TPLO surgery. the first on his left knee was in 2015, the second on his right knee was back in February of this year.

the day after surgery



the reason why we do it

this is Buddy. he celebrates his 13th birthday this spring.

Hello Buddy!

NSFW! Too hot for most of you:

my 11 year old whippet/pit mix suddenly has just slowed down a lot. She was always acting like a puppy up until like 2 months ago and now everything is much slower. she was sick the other day and we took her to the vet and everything was ok, but you can just tell she's become an old woman and it feels like overnight. I don't think the end is near or anything, but just a tough thing to see when you definitely notice things aren't as fast anymore. There are moments of energy but they are much more infrequent now. Although I'd take this over what happened with our 9 year old boy - he was 100% fine and got sick and was gone within 4 days.

It might be worth it to get a second opinion at a different vet.

somewhere around the 10 year mark seems to be pretty common for dogs to slow down. are you giving her Glucosamine & Chondroitin supplements? they can help as the joints get older. joint pain and/or the beginning of arthritis may be a cause.

This is a good idea but we REALLY trust this particular vet. They handled our previous dog so well after other vets were all over the place with dumb suggestions.

Thanks for the advice I'll look into this.