Last weekend I was working in the yard and my wife's 6 month old puppy named Dixie was following me around. At one point there was this "Thing" in the back yard making a lot of growling and roaring noises, trees shaking, limbs falling, but the puppy disappeared. I was focusing all my attention on this "Thing" and didn't see where Dixie went.
About an hour later I came out of the house with a snack and Dixie was looking toward the edge of the woods behind the boat shed growling. That's where the "Thing" was earlier. I went with her to investigate and as she rounded the corner of the boat shed, she spotted that "Thing" lying perfectly still near a tree. Dixie snuck up on it still growling under her breath until her nose was about 2 inches from it.
If I had a remote start on that chain saw, she would have jump out of her skin.
James
At least she was brave enough to investigate.
3 of my dogs are well accustomed to motorcycle noise when the garage door "magically" opens. My 4th. dog, the youngest pup, will have absolutely nothing to do with me (or anything else) if the garage door is open. She runs to be on the other side of the house...where she remains until coaxed back inside.
One if my pups, in fact the one in my avatar photo is pushing 15 and is recovering from her second stroke and is having to learn to walk again. She's actually doing remarkably well though she walks like she's six sheets to the wind now and holds her head cocked sideways. Lately she's been launching viscous barking attacks in the middle of the night against imaginary intruders. You would think someone is about to gummed to death. The other two hounds will look at each other and I swear they roll their eyes. I feel like I've seen my future when I get to be over a hundred years old.
Williwaw, post: 411989, member: 7066 wrote: One if my pups, in fact the one in my avatar photo is pushing 15 and is recovering from her second stroke and is having to learn to walk again. She's actually doing remarkably well though she walks like she's six sheets to the wind now and holds her head cocked sideways. Lately she's been launching viscous barking attacks in the middle of the night against imaginary intruders. You would think someone is about to gummed to death. The other two hounds will look at each other and I swear they roll their eyes. I feel like I've seen my future when I get to be over a hundred years old.
I have a deaf girl here that is prone to running off into the other room growling and snapping to "tear the gizzard out" of whatever she thinks is in there. None of the other dogs pay her much mind anymore. For a while I thought she was getting a visual clue from a reflection or something and eventually had to consult the vet. Apparently dogs with auditory troubles can "hear" noises in their head, probably due to sinus or vascular issues. Although there's probably no cure, I wonder if that's what your dog is experiencing.
paden cash, post: 411991, member: 20 wrote: I have a deaf girl here that is prone to running off into the other room growling and snapping to "tear the gizzard out" of whatever she thinks is in there. None of the other dogs pay her much mind anymore. For a while I thought she was getting a visual clue from a reflection or something and eventually had to consult the vet. Apparently dogs with auditory troubles can "hear" noises in their head, probably due to sinus or vascular issues. Although there's probably no cure, I wonder if that's what your dog is experiencing.
Quite likely Paden. While she does appear to be 'all' there most of the time, I do believe she experiences some auditory hallucinations of some sort. Twice her brain has taken some seriously incapacitating trauma where she literally could not stand for over a week. I've lost count of how many times I thought to myself 'this is it, time to take her behind the woodshed' and yet again that darn dog gets back up and just keeps on going. She's been shot, hit by a car, torn to pieces requiring over a dozen drain tubes and she simply refuses to quit.
Williwaw, post: 411998, member: 7066 wrote: Quite likely Paden. While she does appear to be 'all' there most of the time, I do believe she experiences some auditory hallucinations of some sort. Twice her brain has taken some seriously incapacitating trauma where she literally could not stand for over a week. I've lost count of how many times I thought to myself 'this is it, time to take her behind the woodshed' and yet again that darn dog gets back up and just keeps on going. She's been shot, hit by a car, torn to pieces requiring over a dozen drain tubes and she simply refuses to quit.
Bless her heart.
Although the contrary can be shown, I'm a firm believer in leaving a dog's time up to the Big Dog in the sky. I hate being the one that has to take them for their "last long ride".
I've always told my wife "that's between God and the dog...I'm just an innocent bystander".
RADAR, post: 412002, member: 413 wrote:
Still makes me cry 60 years later....
Real Men cry during Old Yeller.
JaRo, post: 411946, member: 292 wrote: Last weekend I was working in the yard and my wife's 6 month old puppy named Dixie was following me around. At one point there was this "Thing" in the back yard making a lot of growling and roaring noises, trees shaking, limbs falling, but the puppy disappeared. I was focusing all my attention on this "Thing" and didn't see where Dixie went.
About an hour later I came out of the house with a snack and Dixie was looking toward the edge of the woods behind the boat shed growling. That's where the "Thing" was earlier. I went with her to investigate and as she rounded the corner of the boat shed, she spotted that "Thing" lying perfectly still near a tree. Dixie snuck up on it still growling under her breath until her nose was about 2 inches from it.
If I had a remote start on that chain saw, she would have jump out of her skin.
James
Mine is not a pup but a 4 year old Boxer. She HATES wheels, weedeaters and leaf blowers. I have to lock her inside when I work in the yard, she has made her nose bleed biting at the weedeater. She chases the trash can, wheelbarrow and anything else that rolls. It's funny to watch her jowls flop when she tries to eat the end of the weedeater. She's a really good pet, just not very smart.
Andy
My last lab would not stay in the house if the Packers were playing on the TV. She would start growling and barking while backing out toward the steps to get upstairs. We tried muting the TV thinking it was the crowd noise. Didn't work. If the Bears were playing Detroit (or anybody else playing anybody else) she was fine. Since dogs are color blind we figured it couldn't be the green and gold. I guess she just wasn't a Packer fan. Tough life when you live 90 miles from Green Bay.
ontarget1, post: 412078, member: 9989 wrote: My last lab would not stay in the house if the Packers were playing on the TV. She would start growling and barking while backing out toward the steps to get upstairs. We tried muting the TV thinking it was the crowd noise. Didn't work. If the Bears were playing Detroit (or anybody else playing anybody else) she was fine. Since dogs are color blind we figured it couldn't be the green and gold. I guess she just wasn't a Packer fan. Tough life when you live 90 miles from Green Bay.
If it wasn't the crowd noise, I can't imagine what else it could be. Packer fans aren't any crazier than any other fans are they? 😉
lmbrls, post: 412054, member: 6823 wrote: Real Men cry during Old Yeller.
And Brian's Song
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paden cash, post: 412000, member: 20 wrote: Although the contrary can be shown, I'm a firm believer in leaving a dog's time up to the Big Dog in the sky. I hate being the one that has to take them for their "last long ride".
Me too. However, with 3 children, and 4 Grandchildren, all of which are pet lovers, I have had to be the coroner for the "last long ride" several times, And I HATE it. 😳
SURVEYORS DON'T CRY! PUSSIES! 🙂
Williwaw, is your dog's name "Lucky"?
My middle son has brought his dog to my house to live.
Dog is mature, obeys what I ask of him and keeps other dogs and critters he don't like out of the yard and is darned tuff enough for the job.
His name is Loki, god of chaos.
A Harris, post: 412199, member: 81 wrote: My middle son has brought his dog to my house to live.
Dog is mature, obeys what I ask of him and keeps other dogs and critters he don't like out of the yard and is darned tuff enough for the job.
His name is Loki, god of chaos.
Years ago I wound up with a wild-assed "yaller" shepherd mix from one of my sons. He just put him in my back yard and left a message on my phone stating his landlord wouldn't let him have the dog. I named him Chip (he had a chunk missing from a top canine tooth). Chip acted like he was deaf when it came to humans unless you turned on the electric can-opener...and he had no sense of keeping his bathroom habits outdoors. Chip almost died of lead poisoning (if you get my drift)...but I kept after it.
I finally house trained him by putting any poop he had 'left' on the floor in his dinner bowl. He also got no food at that meal. It took him about 2 days to figure out he needed to hide his poop from me outside if he wanted to eat. Chip and I finally forged a good relationship, but he had a mean streak with strangers.
One day I could hear him tearing it up in the back yard. Before I could get to the back door the phone rang. It was the telephone repairman...stuck up the pole in the back yard. Chip had 'treed' him fair and square and wanted to taste blood. I reluctantly brought him indoors so the guy could get down from the pole.
Chip was also hell on cats. He had the habit of cheerfully chewing on their carcass in plain sight (he always wagged his tail while enjoying a kill). Needless to say he was not a favorite of some of the neighbor women.
He wound up being a pretty good dog...except Tuesdays when everyone would roll their trash to the curb. Chip understood this to be "buffet day" and would hop the fence like a gazelle to dig into everybody's trash on the block for the goodies. Afterwards he would hop back into the yard and sleep it off.
