My new little dog!

MorganGrayson · 11-23-2005

Thank you, everyone, not only for the congrats but for sharing the pics of your own "babies."

This dog trembles, but only as the "Chihuahuas do that" thing. She's not afraid of anything. She loves cats. The only "child" she's met so far is the neighbors two month old baby, whom she absolutely adored on site, as she did the mother. She keeps dashing over there whenever she goes out in what is no doubt an attempt to induce them to come out and play some more.

Let's see:

Pushpills...that poor animal got an addition to its 15 Minutes as it passed away recently. I kind of yelped and looked away at the pic on the news. That was the first pic I've seen that fully explained how it won the title. What I'd really like to know is...what on earth happened to that poor animal?

Nick...both my parents had a tendency to what I always called "bumper sticker speak." (Pithy sayings delivered at those moments when a child needs to hear them.) One of my dad's favorites was "never trust anybody that kids and dogs don't like."

meatpounder...I've often wondered about the little pig nose. I have no idea what genetic burp caused that.

Dom...Nick may someday slaughter large groups of humans, but he'd never kick a dog...even one named...thusly. He would call him "Bob," though.

Nick...my "grandpuppy," my eldest's daughter's dog, is a huge black German Shepherd. The dog is as big as she is. Unfortunately, being a large purebred, at eight years old the dog is aging and suffering from joint problems. I worry about my daughter. She's a very practical, grounded person...but....

sarettah...yes, I live in San Diego County. I didn't say *I* was cold, I said the dog was, early in the morning. She also loves her sweaters. (She can get out of them on her own should she desire to.) She loves burrowing under the covers in the bed. (The bed that contains two adults and four cats.)

Dingo is currently in Daddy's lap. He's working from home today with a computer hook-up and she's preventing too much work from getting done.

When my daughters et al rescued the dog, she was most unfortunately called "Peanut." Now, it's bad enough being a pocket sized dog...having people rub it in is uncalled for. She was immediately renamed "Dingo," with the thought that a nice Australian wild dog name would give her more dignity. It seems to have done the trick nicely.

Dingo has not had one single "asthma attack" since she's been down here. Apparently, whatever was in the air up north didn't agree with her at all.

11-23-2005	#35
MorganGrayson None $100 for every ImLive sign-up Join Date: Apr 2004 Posts: 4,321	Re: My new little dog! Thank you, everyone, not only for the congrats but for sharing the pics of your own "babies." This dog trembles, but only as the "Chihuahuas do that" thing. She's not afraid of anything. She loves cats. The only "child" she's met so far is the neighbors two month old baby, whom she absolutely adored on site, as she did the mother. She keeps dashing over there whenever she goes out in what is no doubt an attempt to induce them to come out and play some more. Let's see: Pushpills...that poor animal got an addition to its 15 Minutes as it passed away recently. I kind of yelped and looked away at the pic on the news. That was the first pic I've seen that fully explained how it won the title. What I'd really like to know is...what on earth happened to that poor animal? Nick...both my parents had a tendency to what I always called "bumper sticker speak." (Pithy sayings delivered at those moments when a child needs to hear them.) One of my dad's favorites was "never trust anybody that kids and dogs don't like." meatpounder...I've often wondered about the little pig nose. I have no idea what genetic burp caused that. Dom...Nick may someday slaughter large groups of humans, but he'd never kick a dog...even one named...thusly. He would call him "Bob," though. Nick...my "grandpuppy," my eldest's daughter's dog, is a huge black German Shepherd. The dog is as big as she is. Unfortunately, being a large purebred, at eight years old the dog is aging and suffering from joint problems. I worry about my daughter. She's a very practical, grounded person...but.... sarettah...yes, I live in San Diego County. I didn't say I was cold, I said the dog was, early in the morning. She also loves her sweaters. (She can get out of them on her own should she desire to.) She loves burrowing under the covers in the bed. (The bed that contains two adults and four cats.) Dingo is currently in Daddy's lap. He's working from home today with a computer hook-up and she's preventing too much work from getting done. When my daughters et al rescued the dog, she was most unfortunately called "Peanut." Now, it's bad enough being a pocket sized dog...having people rub it in is uncalled for. She was immediately renamed "Dingo," with the thought that a nice Australian wild dog name would give her more dignity. It seems to have done the trick nicely. Dingo has not had one single "asthma attack" since she's been down here. Apparently, whatever was in the air up north didn't agree with her at all.