It's A Rough Life!
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He's a fugitive from the dryer lint trap. ?
I have no idea. We got him from the shelter. How such a gentle and sweet animal ended up there I'll never know.
Believe it or not that's him after getting his fur cut a week ago. Normally he look like a brillo pad with legs.
Good on you for rescuing the little guy!! I’ve been without a dog for a few years now…… looking for a smaller dog- yours looks like he might be spoiled rotten!!
Here he is before the fur cut:
It was 110 here today so he's pretty happy with shorter fur right now. He'll look like this again in probably a month.
It was 110 here today so he's pretty happy with shorter fur right now. He'll look like this again in probably a month.
About the pooch in the original post, he's got that hybrid vigor. I see some terrier there, and with those short legs, maybe a grandparent was a dachshund. I'm glad he's got a good career holding down that pillow/doggie bed. His coat looks like my hair when I get up in the morning. Maybe we're related.
I think that dog is my dog counterpart. At least in the hair department. You did say he's a sweet boy, so I guess the next question does he play bass? Is he mildly funny?
that dog looks too thoughtful. He could be the next meme of the week. A cartoon thought bubble floating over his head to insert text or images. Yeah that works.
Smoking salty dogs in a Donegal rocky 80s…oh sorry wrong thread
I'm not sure if he plays bass. I have no idea what he does when I'm at work. He is mildly funny though.
I just have to remember to change his batteries every now and then...
How is that NOT your avatar.
Best.Pipe.Photo.Ever
This is Rocket, a puggle, a very old, old, old puggle. He had surgery a week ago to have a fatty lymphoma removed that hindered his walking. I had to carry him outside to poop and stuff. But, he is 100% better, but he has this weird punk rock haircut, like he got into a fight with an electric razor.
This is Alfie, my daughter’s dog, but he demands to hang with me. I’ve been half assex training him to be my flusher when bird hunting. He also follows me on my bike rides. He is fast as hell and keeps me motivated to keep up my pace. Great pooch.
Alfie is also depicted on my chairside pipe rack…
This is Alfie, my daughter’s dog, but he demands to hang with me. I’ve been half assex training him to be my flusher when bird hunting. He also follows me on my bike rides. He is fast as hell and keeps me motivated to keep up my pace. Great pooch.
Alfie is also depicted on my chairside pipe rack…
May I tell you all a dog story?
When I first started sating Mrs Cosmic, I invited her to join me camping out at a state park. She shows up with luggage and this new puggle puppy, Rocket, super cute. But, she had put a sweater on him all covered in sparkles and fuzzies. He was a brand new pup and she had to hold him. So, she has to drag a piece pf luggage to the bathhouse to wash her face, and she left me holding this supper cute effeminately dressed mongrel pup.
She is gone for EVER. And, as I’m setting around the fire waitin, holding this pup, a group of 20somethings, drunk, red necked, and rowled up, out stealing firewood from my fellow campers. This sorta shit gets my blood riled up, so I stand up and call these men out. “Leave that firewood now, yon redneck. Tend your site better next time, and stop your thieving.”
They were all riled, and ready to make a fight out of it. But, when I stand up, holding this fluffy glittery thing of girliness in my hand, pointing dirrectly at them menacingly, for some strange reason, they decided to just give up. They put the wood back, and apologized as they walked back heads hanging low. All the fight drained out the them. I have no idea why. But, I like to tell that story, and when future Mrs Cosmic got back to the canpsite, I said, “take this shit off that goddamn dog, or I’m going to throw him at the next person I have to fend off from stealing firewood.” It took her 9 years of dating to marry me, and I blame Rocket for that.
When I first started sating Mrs Cosmic, I invited her to join me camping out at a state park. She shows up with luggage and this new puggle puppy, Rocket, super cute. But, she had put a sweater on him all covered in sparkles and fuzzies. He was a brand new pup and she had to hold him. So, she has to drag a piece pf luggage to the bathhouse to wash her face, and she left me holding this supper cute effeminately dressed mongrel pup.
She is gone for EVER. And, as I’m setting around the fire waitin, holding this pup, a group of 20somethings, drunk, red necked, and rowled up, out stealing firewood from my fellow campers. This sorta shit gets my blood riled up, so I stand up and call these men out. “Leave that firewood now, yon redneck. Tend your site better next time, and stop your thieving.”
They were all riled, and ready to make a fight out of it. But, when I stand up, holding this fluffy glittery thing of girliness in my hand, pointing dirrectly at them menacingly, for some strange reason, they decided to just give up. They put the wood back, and apologized as they walked back heads hanging low. All the fight drained out the them. I have no idea why. But, I like to tell that story, and when future Mrs Cosmic got back to the canpsite, I said, “take this shit off that goddamn dog, or I’m going to throw him at the next person I have to fend off from stealing firewood.” It took her 9 years of dating to marry me, and I blame Rocket for that.
