My neighbors let thier unspayed bitch run loose and now she is heat. So naturally every single loose male in the five mile radius shows un in my neighbors and my front yard. The list thus far is 4 large mutts, 1 australian shepherd, and 1 basset hound. Really? Ugh I should takea pic of all these dogs becaue it is just crazy. Thye keep saying they are going to ge the dog spayed(shes just a pet mutt, no reason to keep her intact) but I know they wont. They didnt spay the mother of the bitch and now they wont spay the bitch. *sigh* Also a family member is having a sudden crisis come up and can no longer keep her puppy, Jax. So my family being the dog dumping ground of the clan is having to take care of Jax from now on. Its us or the shelter and I think they little guy has a better chance with us the at the shelter. Hes a black lab/chow mix so not much chance for adoption down here. I should post some pics of Jax and Ham.

I hate making forum topics so this is going in my blog.

I woke up this morning to my mom telling me Charlie and Cici got into a fight over food. I always knew Charlie is food agressive with other dogs and I guess afte my mom fed him brakfast he must have snuck behind her back and tried to steal Cici's food. Cici is about one hundred pounds and 26 inches at the withers. Charlie is 55 lbs and 22 inches at the withers, so naturally hes the one who got the worst of it. Ive checked him over and so far he only has some puncture wounds on his hind legs. No bleeding but they dont look good. Tomarrow is his vet visit. Hes limping alittle but his gums are nice and pink so I suppose he should be alright till tomarrow.

After we got Charlie seperated from the other dogs I notice our neighbors dogs stalking something in my front yard. It was a pig! A big black pot bellied pig. He ran off becasue of the dogs before I could try and get a leash on him but geesh. This is realling turning out to be an odd day.

Well Joe's owners finnaly found time to take him back. This whole time am and my mom had been baby siting him at our farms for months because his owners felt as if they didint have time for him. Well aparently something changed and they wanted him back. Poor Joe, he must be so stressed becasue of all this, I didnt get a say in it so there was nothing I could do.

Now we have a new dog. A 26 inch Lab mix VERY over weight female named CiCi, who is an absolute doll. I really like hert she is probably going to only be staying for a while. So as of right now my dogs are Frankie, the drop off terrier mix, Charlie the husky mix, and Hammer Head the labrador/ possible pitty mix. And Cici the guest pupper. Geeze When all this is over I will be glad to have only two dogs again! lol

So I was walking down my street one day and I see thsi dog, right? Hes obvioiusly purebred Labrador Retreiver, his black coat shows every one of his ribs. He is a walking skeleton, forgotten by the world and living off its trash.

I hate seeing purebred stray dogs wandering the streets. Its sad becasue you know at one point thier breeder had something great in mind when they bred the dogs parents together. Maybe he was meant to be a show dog or perhaps working they had a plan in mind. But some how, for some odd reason this dog became lost and homeless, his destiny screwed and shattered so that this pedigreed animal is forced to live as a nameless street dog.

He looked to me with sorrowful brown eyes and it was almost as if I knew his entire history; pain, hope, and the struggle to survive. He was like an exiled king, holding a calm dignity about hisself despite being wanted nowhere by noone. We shared a gaze together and his big otter tail slowly wags.

I saw him on my street for many weeks later. One day I purposly went walking, hoping to find that exiled king, when I finnally did find him he had bite wounds on his head and legs. He had lost a fight between the mixed breed who lives down in the woods. The Lab looked at me and that was it. Winter was coming with a vengence and everything in the woods seemed dead, I knew the dog couldnt survive a brutal winter and attacks from the mixed breed rogue that lived in the forrest.

When we got home he raided the cats food dish and inhaled all their water before I could get him anything to eat. After dinner he stayed beside me as I typed on the computer and put his big head on my lap as if saying "Thank you."

I named him Hammerhead for the dent in his skull as if beat with a hammer. Now strips of muscle are slowly forming between his ribs and skin and I am beginning to see his old glory returning to him. Soon he will be nutured and be officially put up for adoption, his add on a website amoung countless others. It isnt easy but carefully he is turning in to the king he was born to be.

Day after yesterday my mom came running in the house from feeding the farm animals saying "Brown killed Priss." Ofcourse my heart stop beating. Priss is my year and ahlaf old Pygora goat and Brown is a dumped stray who is halkf siberian husky/half labrador. His owners tried to get me to take him but for some reason my neighbors siad they wanted to adopt him. We have warned our neighbors to keep their dog penned up but they never listen. Its our fualt really, we should have put hot wire on teh fence or kept a donkey or LSD dog or something out there since we knew the dog often jumped fences. Any ways, My neighbors told us they never owned Brown so he is tied to a tree in my back yard right now. Cruel but I didnt want to just shoot him. Me and my mom have been calling local dog rescues to see if they will take him. My aunt is now saying, however, that she will adopt him but today she is bring over one of her dogs to live wih us because the dog barks to much. 0.o ....It doenst make sense to me either. I toldm y mom that Brown will bark as much as the dog my aunt is bring over but she doent listen to me. 17 years old and you think they would understand I am an adult, now. *sigh* So today my aunt is bring over her 65lb wirehaired mixedbreed named Joe to live with us. Charlie doenst have any issues with other dogs, except for food agresssion that is only displayed towards other dogs. He doesnt have any agression towards humans at all, I can take a bone from his mouth withou worring over being bitten. Anywho, Im still pretty nervouse about a dog fight breaking out. Both dogs are malesand are both fixed. I dont know much about this dog except he seesm to get along with my aunts flat coated retreiver cross. So I lost a goat, got a dog. Im not really writing this for feedback but rather because I felt the need to ell someone other then my own crazy family. I also wanted to post this to say NEVER trust a dog with goats.

Why are so many sighthounds so skinny? I can understand that the lean body helps them run and all but sometimes its crazy how skinny I see some dogs. I was looking in a breed book and came across a Polish Greyhound that you could see all ribs and its hip bones clearly visible. In another breed book I saw there is a whippit that is lean but has alot of muscle, to me I think thsi looks better then the very skinny look seen on some sighthounds. Maybe Im just weird for noticing this ..

Yesterdy I came home from spending a night in hell, er I mean my friends house...., and I was so tired I fell in bed as soon as a got home, around 2:00 pm.
We had stayed up all night talking about boys, dogs, and other things so around 2 at noght we went to sleep and 8 in teh morning wee woken up by her spoiled litle brother turning on her TV as loud as it could go. When we told him to turn it off he started crying, hes 4 years old, and he mom told us to let him watch the TV. Things like this went on the whole time I was there so naturally i was glad to leave. It kinda makes me think why I ever went back there, I guess it would have been pretty bad to tell my friend no cuz I think her family is crazier then my own.
Anyways, I got up around five and got something to eat. Charlie was outside sleeping in his dog house AKA the tool shed attached to the house, he came inside when I called him. I just ran my fingures through his fur and looked into his eyes feeling as if I have been seperated from him for years, he acted teh same only mor excited. Jumping up bon me and trying to lick my face even tho he knows he is not supposd to do that. We watch the Dog Whisperer for a while with him lieing down beside me as I watch naughty dogs get helped. Its during this time that i notice he hasnt had a bath in weeks and his once white parts of him are a pale brown. Its dark outside by now so a waterhose bath is out of the question and my mom doesnt allow me to give him a bath inside in our bath tub. But mom wouldnt be home for hours.
I called Charlie into the bath room with me, turned on my radio in the next room to a hear-able degree, then locked the door behind Charlie. I lift him up, hes a 50 lb dog so for me that is a work out, then lower him into an inch of warm water aalready in the tub. I dont put any more water in it orelse it would just be a waste. Shutting the faucet off I pick up a nearby plastic cup in one hand and hold the dog's collar in teh other and begin rining him off. Next i take my Brown Sugar scented shampoo and soap him up, I notice the mell of it starts to calm him down and relax him. Or maybe its jsut that he thinks he is being petted while I lather his fur up. I rinse him off again till I feel nomore soap in his fur then shut both shower doors and set out towls on the floor, holding on large towel in my hands. Nex ti open one of the glass shower doors and Charlie jumps out onto the towel covered floor.
I waste no time wrapping him in a towel seconds before he starts slinging water madly from his fur. By now despite my efforts the bathroom iswet and I am dirtier then Charlie before his bath. I dry him off then open the bathroom door to let him out. He prances out, proudly displaying his now sugar scented body to the cats who act lik the dont even care. I begin cleaning the bathroom, picking up wet towels off the floor, soaking up water from the walls, cabnets and the mirror. Without warning I hear the front door open. Its my mom.
I scurry in the bathroom at a break neck pace so that it actually almost looks just like the way I found it. I hear Charlie walk up to her and dance around happy to be clean or to see her I dont know which. I hear her talk to him then say "Hello?" like she thinks noone is home. I come from out of the hall and grin innocently at her. She looks from the damp form of Charlie then at how dirty and wet I am and like the calm before a storm I expect the worst. She must have had a hard working time, working at the ranch cuz all she says is that she told me not to give him a bath in out bathroom. I sigh in releif as she walks to her room.
For the next few hourse Charlie follows me around the house in a prance, grinning and wagging his tail everytime I look at him. Later I take a shower and let him outside where he donesnt ask to come back in but instead spends the night underthe stars with our neighbors dog and him curled up together. This morning I went to let him in and he comes up to me with dirty paws. It was still worth it.