My new dog Buddy, came to us in December, 5 months old, is experiencing his first burning/cutting/stacking season. He loves to help me. We go to the wood shed every night and he follows me every trip. This weekend, my son was helping me split and stack. Buddy likes to help.
Oh, what a cuttie! Sounds like your situation is so similar to ours. Lost my beloved Oggie in November. In December we found Buddy at the Romeoville Humane Society, 3 hours from us. They tell me he is one of the "designer breeds" He is a mix between a Beagle and a Shih Tzu and called a Bea-Tzu. They vary a lot in the way they look. I really don't care about breeds much, just the dog, and this guy is just everything I like in a dog. He is now 9 months old and still full of puppy mischief, but that is OK, I don't like wimpy dogs, wimpy Buddy is not! He is independent and confident, but yet he can be so loving and loyal. He has won my heart and saved my life since my Oggie died. She was my best friend. LP, what is your new little guy's breed. The short ears looks like he might have some Jack Russel in him. My Oggie was a Jack Russel.
Oh, I have to add. I sometimes call him "my scruffy ole dog" His coat is scruffy and I just love it. My wife wants to take him to a groomer. I am fighting that one. I say he is a dog, and it is winter....he needs his scruffy ole coat of hair. It serves him well too, because he loves the cold and snow. He would stay out all day! He rolls in the snow like a little kid, never gets cold. My wife put a dog sweater on him the day we got home and it took him all of 30 seconds to rip it off and comence chewing on it. I said, honey, I don't think he needs or likes sweaters! She wasn't impressed.
Buddy's a good looking dog Chief and I know what you mean about no whimpy. I like one that you rough house with but they can also be gentle with a young kid. Our new addition is another Australian Shepard like Rudy.
Wow! Really like your dog, and those firewood stacks are almost flawless. Nice job on both. Congrats on finding your new best friend. I can relate....
LP, beautiful dogs, both! As my life has progressed over the years, I have grown to love animals more and more. I can't live without them. They are so unconditional. I hunted for over 35 years and don't begrudge anyone that pleasure. But between the pain and suffering I have witnessed after 35 years in the fire service and as many years of having best friends and losing them, I just can't kill an animal anymore. I see them happy and playful, full of life, like my best friend at home, and I just can't bring myself to end their life for no really good reason. Animals can teach us so much and certainly have me. The animals I have called best friends and encountered during my life, have changed my life more than probably anything else I have experienced.
"At my age, he might be my last." Funny… that sounds a lot like my aunt. She been saying stuff like that for as long as I can remember. She's 96. Buddy looks like a lot of fun.
Buddy is a lot of fun! for sure. He helps keep me young. He doesn't care whether I am tired, sore, or just plain worn out. He is like, Dad, lets play man I love him.
HF. It did me too. I used to have bird dogs, and this little guy reminds me of them. Lots of spunk, stamina, and "go all day" His back yard is his kingdom and the squirrels, rabbits, and opossums have to dodge him if they want to visit my watering hole or gather acorns. He is King. He can smell anything a mile away.
Stinny, I am glad for you. Dogs are as important in our lives as any humans. I will live a lot longer and happier because of the dogs that have stolen my heart. This latest guy is no different. He is such a good companion. We split and stacked wood again today and he helped me stack the uglies since they are just his size.
Sounds like a good time. And you're so right, dogs just know how to say the right thing. Giz likes to tear around clamping 6'-8' sticks in her mouth. And, she always has to show them to Dad. I'll be working and I'll feel a stick hitting me in the back of a leg. Won't stop until I tell her, "wow, that's a good stick!" She'll be trying to break it's neck… what a terror… I call her an evil snow badger…
