May 30, 2014
"All labs love the water," he said. "It's not cold," he said.
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It looks like the Prez just came up for a breather.
Posted by: Howard Nelson at May 30, 2014 3:45 PM
Howard: why you want to insult a good dog like that? Now, if he was standing on the poofter's shoulders that would be Jake with me.
Posted by: chasmatic at May 30, 2014 4:41 PM
Fred: They do the same in Wisconsin. Unconditional loyalty.
Posted by: chasmatic at May 30, 2014 10:15 PM
My now ten year old black lab doesn't launch himself into the water anymore. He's still enthusiastic when I ask him if he wants to go to the river.
We do his warm weather bathing there now because he enjoys it so much more. Plus, he gets the added thrill of riding in the back of the truck.
There's really nothing quite like a lab.
Posted by: AubreyD at May 31, 2014 4:03 AM
I'll go further to say there is nothing like having a dog around. My lab/shepherd mix was good company for my mother before she passed and when I was near death in the hospital our bichon frise kept my wife from despair. Dogs give unconditional love and expect so little in return. It is humbling and brings out love from us in return.
Man’s Best Friend
"Gentlemen of the jury, a man's dog stands by him in prosperity and poverty, in health and sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow, and the snow drives fiercely, if only he can be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens." - George Graham Vest
Posted by: chasmatic at May 31, 2014 5:47 AM
That's a golden, not a lab.
My small version of a golden died 2 months ago and I'm going through severe withdrawals. First time I've been dogless in more than 30 years. We did, however, in the last month, add a girl cat that ended up having 5 babies 2 weeks ago, to the rolls. Now we have 10 cats. jayzissss.....
Posted by: ghostsniper at May 31, 2014 6:52 AM
Heaven and Dog
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump."
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."
Posted by: chasmatic at May 31, 2014 2:07 PM
I don't know if there are pets in Heaven. But if we get there one day and see our pets again, wouldn't it be just like a loving God.
Joni Eareckson Tada
Posted by: Scott M at May 31, 2014 3:24 PM
When a dog dies that has been especially close to someone here, that dog goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the dogs that had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your dog, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together . . . .
Posted by: chasmatic at June 1, 2014 12:11 PM
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Posted by: chasmatic at June 1, 2014 10:29 PM
Chas, you have outdone yourself in your homage to dogs. I accept your chas-tisement for my earlier comment, and salute you.
Posted by: Howard Nelson at June 3, 2014 7:26 AM