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I don’t know how they are wired like they are

Years back we lost a sheltie which was my oldest's soul mate... brilliant animal... he was devastated.. promising the dying pup he'd never have another dog
We kinda knew we were getting close to the end with that pup so the wife had gotten a collie pup a month or two earlier
The new pup was normal crazy puppy paying attention to nothing in particular..
Immediately after losing the sheltie, the new pup sensed what my oldest was feeling... it was bad...and would not leave him alone... licking his face and tears with every opportunity
burrowing his head under my sons arms.. forcing his affection on him
Huge lesson for me as well... I did not want the new pup...
but that new pup knew.. he was better than a shrink to fix that severe depression...
I thanked that pup many times...
"don’t know how they are wired like they are, but man’s best friend? Indeed"
 
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Had hernia surgery yesterday. Ended up being a 2 for 1 deal as they did both sides as the left was starting to go.

Dog refused to leave our room at bed time last night. I don’t know how they are wired like they are, but man’s best friend? Indeed.

Here's my double hernia back in 1984 story: The doctor wouldn't release me from the hospital until I urinated so I spent the night there. Early the next morning a couple of nice looking nurse's aids came in and gave me a urinal bottle. They came back a little later and asked if I had urinated yet. I said no and that I don't think I can laying here in bed. They suggested that I stand up and try, and I said I didn't think I was able to get up on my own. They helped me up, one girl holding each arm, I'm standing by the bed, one girl hands me the bottle and says now try. There's no way can I go with those two girls watching. I suggested that maybe I could go if I went in the bathroom. They said they would have to go in with me as they couldn't leave me unattended. All of a sudden I felt dizzy and said put me back on the bed. Well, they proved me wrong about not being able to go with them (i.e. the girls) watching. The doctor was contacted and authorized catherization. They come back later with the equipment. I'm not sure how much they got but their 32 oz. jar overflowed. I did end up getting to go home later that (early) evening.

Hopefully the surgical techniques have improved so recovery it isn't as painful as it was 37 years ago. Anyway, wishing you a speedy recovery.
 
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Here's my double hernia back in 1984 story: The doctor wouldn't release me from the hospital until I urinated so I spent the night there. Early the next morning a couple of nice looking nurse's aids came in and gave me a urinal bottle. They came back a little later and asked if I had urinated yet. I said no and that I don't think I can laying here in bed. They suggested that I stand up and try, and I said I didn't think I was able to get up on my own. They helped me up, one girl holding each arm, I'm standing by the bed, one girl hands me the bottle and says now try. There's no way can I go with those two girls watching. I suggested that maybe I could go if I went in the bathroom. They said they would have to go in with me as they couldn't leave me unattended. All of a sudden I felt dizzy and said put me back on the bed. Well, they proved me wrong about not being able to go with them (i.e. the girls) watching. The doctor was contacted and authorized catherization. They come back later with the equipment. I'm not sure how much they got but their 32 oz. jar overflowed. I did end up getting to go home later that (early) evening.

Hopefully the surgical techniques have improved so recovery it isn't as painful as it was 37 years ago. Anyway, wishing you a speedy recovery.


Wow, yeah... no catheter required for me. It was 100% out patient. Home the same day. At the desk working the following morning. Doc wrote a script for Hydrocodone... I took one the evening I came home. No more after. Was on some naproxen for a couple of days.

Surgery was on Tuesday. I power raked the back yard (~150 x 100 ft), mowed and bagged on Saturday. Fertilized the full yard, over seeded and spread peat moss on Sunday. Went in for post-op check up with the surgeon this morning at 10:00, home by 10:20 signed off for non-contact sports (can go helmet and gloves when coaching in June)... and hit the elliptical tonight for half an hour to get the cardio going again.

The difference in recovery for laparoscopic vs being cut open is unreal. They just made two small incision, navigate over to the hernia(s), push everything back to the right side of the muscle and patch it up with mesh. Even the stitches don’t require removal, they just melt away and ge absorbed into the body. Candidly, the worst part of recovery is everything below my belly button itches because I’m as bald as a new born down there. May keep it that way if it does anything for Mrs Sparcbox. :pimp:
 
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After 17 years with a dog, I've been four without one until yesterday. I was thinking about another Bernese, but I ended up going the rescue route vis PAWS Chicago. She's a one year old Hurricane rescue from Louisiana. She has apparently never lived in a home before. She was relatively calm last night, but I never thought to think that she'd never seen a television before, and she kind of freaked when I launched the 75" last night, seemed to calm down after a bit and it's not even phasing her this morning.

Her PAWS name was Lexa, which is a little too close to a not fondly remembered girlfriend, so I'm thinking of naming her Deety in honor of our dearly departed.

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Sadly both of the Huskies passed on - Princess after a stroke and Duchess due to cancer. After a year of not having a dog after Princess passed, we picked up a Black Mouthed Cur named Sophie. She was "too energetic' for her previous owners but she's been an awesome dog for us - yes she has a ton of energy but she's never seemingly in a bad mood and when I was essentially bed-ridden with COVID she did not leave my side. She's 5 years old now and is the most loyal and loving dog we've had - even beyond the Siberians we had.
 
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After 17 years with a dog, I've been four without one until yesterday. I was thinking about another Bernese, but I ended up going the rescue route vis PAWS Chicago. She's a one year old Hurricane rescue from Louisiana. She has apparently never lived in a home before. She was relatively calm last night, but I never thought to think that she'd never seen a television before, and she kind of freaked when I launched the 75" last night, seemed to calm down after a bit and it's not even phasing her this morning.

Her PAWS name was Lexa, which is a little too close to a not fondly remembered girlfriend, so I'm thinking of naming her Deety in honor of our dearly departed.

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Great job on the rescue. I second the name.
 
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I went with Annie. Fits the form that dog trainers say is best: two syllables with a hard E on the end. Plus, I am seriously thinking about adding a male Bernese and will name him Jonny. So, I'd have John and Annie, and if you don't get that, you'll need to fuck all the way off.

So far, with the adoption fee, the extra donation that I added on and three trips to petco, She's already passed one pair of Crockett & Jones and well worth it.

Plus, I think it would be more fitting for someone to name a new cat after Deety.
 
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I went with Annie. Fits the form that dog trainers say is best: two syllables with a hard E on the end. Plus, I am seriously thinking about adding a male Bernese and will name him Jonny. So, I'd have John and Annie, and if you don't get that, you'll need to fuck all the way off.

So far, with the adoption fee, the extra donation that I added on and three trips to petco, She's already passed one pair of Crockett & Jones and well worth it.

Plus, I think it would be more fitting for someone to name a new cat after Deety.
Are you launching them into space Commie?
 
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My son's rescue is now 13 wks old... German Shepherd .. lives in Houston... fenced in yard.. and with all the rain they've had is so gleeful grabbing poisonous frogs (who knew they were so many kinds in Houston)... driving my son nuts
She is typical wild GS pup but making huge strides from her original environment... had not see the inside of a house or shelter.. grossly underweight, fleas, etc.. She has no idea she just fell into heaven. Son is a doting owner

She's 95% black which sadly means no one will approach her... People avoid all black dogs regardless of size or breed... fear factor. We have a 19 lb black female sheltie that no one approaches. Sweetest dog but no one pets her. Always go to other 2.
 
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