I'm not a business. I'm a show dog. Really, hoomans...you need me to tell you this?
I haven't been on this page much, but I have been busy. This is my boy! He's going to be a Service Dog.
https://www.facebook.com/ServiceDogKobalt
Hi there! I'm Kobalt - or Koby to my friends. I'm a puppy who is working hard to fill the paws of my
My Hooman posted a video of my children over on TikTok. Dang, I make cute babies...
https://www.tiktok.com//video/7118459194977602862
When I'm not writing I get to play with these cuties.
So my Hooman told me I'm a daddy, again. 8 puppies: 2 boys, 6 girls. 4 tris, 4 blues. Split right down the middle--1 of each for the boys, and 3 blues and 3 tris for the girls.
My Hooman thinks they may all be smooth, too.
Yesterday was hard for my Hooman. Facebook memories can really make her eyes leak.
My Hooman is giving Sabrina a bath. Better Sabrina than me...
My Hooman is a part of this new direction.
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Rest well, brother. We have the watch now. Until Valhalla...
Rest In Peace retired MWD VViking, US Air Force.
EOW January 10, 2022.
đ¸: Senior Airman Borges
"O, what tangled webs we weave when first we practice to deceive."
My Hooman likes to quote some hooman named Shake a spear...
SHE HAS A FOREVER HOME NOW.
My little girl is looking for a forever home. Contact my Hooman...
Some hoomans make me wonder how y'all sleep at night.
This would be my Hooman...
~BM
My Hooman just got back from the grocery store and she kept saying "Let's go, Brandon" as she brought the groceries into the house. Not sure who this Brandon dud is--but I really think my Hooman doesn't like him at all.
My Hooman would say that champions are born, not made...and the apparent making reveals the champion that was always there.
The chestnut foal was born with an ear and eye that were set a full inch higher on the right than they were on the left, resulting in a tendency to tilt his head as though he were in a permanent state of confusion. As a weanling, he was either injured or stricken with a pernicious virus of the spine, leaving him with an unnaturally twisted neck. Either because of the misaligned eyes or because he favoured the neck, Your Host carried himself in an unusual way that was most noticeable when he cantered or galloped. In turn, this oddity earned him a number of unflattering nicknames: âTwister,â âOlâ Sidewinderâ and âThe Freak.
In the San Pasqual Handicap, Your Host went down. The c**t struggled to get up â and kept on struggling until he managed to stand. His exercise rider said: âThere he stood, broken and in horrible pain, but his funny cock-eyed head was up and he whinnied at meâŚ.a faint, desperate sound. It was the first time he had ever asked me for help. I knew he needed me then and I could do nothing but take him by the head and weep. I donât think I ever felt so empty and lost as at that moment.â
The c**t had shattered his shoulder, fracturing the ulna in his upper foreleg in 4 places. The decision was made to do as much as could be done to save Your Host â but this was 1951 and the medical possibilities were very limited.
Veterinarians began the work of trying to save Your Host, while the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA) â reflecting the publicâs concern for the popular c**tâs well-being â monitored each and every intervention. Finally, after trying a range of treatments aimed at getting the bone to fuse on its own, the decision was made to bed down Your Host in sand, immobilizing him in an effort to buy time for the fracture to heal. Even though he was a high-strung individual and in great discomfort, Your Host cooperated in a manner that suggested he seemed to understood that he was in a battle for his very life. He didnât struggle and he didnât complain. He just hung in there, grimly. After several weeks spent in this kind of traction, the fracture showed signs of mending.
Once he was on his feet again, the c**t had to learn to live with a right foreleg that was shorter than the left and lacked full mobility when extended.
Your Host turned out to be a very successful sire. His progeny include the stakes winners Miss Todd (1953), Social Climber (1953), Blen Host(1953) and Windy Sands (1957), who got, in turn, the multiple stakes winning champion, Crystal Water (1973). However, Your Host will best be remembered as the sire of one of the greats.. the mighty Kelso (1957).
Your Host died in 1961, leaving the world a splendid son and several other outstanding offspring. Plagued all his life by ridicule, mishap and misfortune, Your Host met every challenge with both grace and dignity. His is a story that must always be remembered, since it represents the essence of what makes thoroughbreds unique and why they fill us with inspiration and awe.
Story from http://thevaulthorseracing.wordpress.com/2011/03/12/shine-on-the-story-of-your-host/
My Hooman has said more than once she trusts Hubby Veterinarian more than she trusts most doctors.
-Beerus Sama in a Browncoat
Yep...take that off the list of possible preventative measures...
Yâall! đ Nothing can stop us đŻ
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Until Valhalla, Little Sister...
From handler Gabe Garcia:
Friends and family, It is with great sadness I am posting to announce the passing of MWD Davy, N532. (21-Sep-07 - 21-Sep-21)
31- May-13 I arrived to Schofield Barracks, Hawaii. At the time, I was just a 19 year old kid. Everyday we were driving down to Hickam AFB to take care of the dogs of ours they let us house there. You were one of them. I remember hearing about you. The sergeants would talk about how one of the dogs (because you were so small) kept escaping and they didnât know how. Well, come to find out, you found a way to climb out of the enclosure. My first encounter with you was finding you, outside that enclosure, little did I know the journey weâd go on.
A month later in July of 2013 I was assigned to you. The funny part is the kennel master at the time, he joked, but he assigned me to you because I was the smallest person there, and you the smallest dog. Little did I know just what I was in for.
Davy, you were my first working dog. At first I was frustrated because I had no idea what I was doing and everything seemed so rushed. You taught me very quickly though. You were what we in the business would call âpush buttonâ. You taught me how to be a handler. You taught me so much more than I ever taught you. I learned so much from being your handler. You were so awesome at the vet clinic and let me learn how to stick a catheter on a dog. You were one of the best dogs at the clinic in general. More than that you were such an amazing detection dog. Both times I certified you, you went flawless. You even found explosives that six other dogs never found.
You started my military career as a 31K. You taught me so much. Iâll never forget how you used to hop around when Iâd fake throw your toy. Or how youâd âsit prettyâ. How awesome you were at bite work or obedience in general. God, you were such an amazing dog.
MWD Davy got me to Iraq and back. Brought back countless people from her 3 tours to afghanistan and her 1 to Iraq. I always loved dogs, but you were so much more than that. Me and you went through so much together.
It was the privilege of a lifetime to be by your side and to learn from you. You were one hell of a soldier.
MWD Davy, N532, till Valhalla. đđ¤
EOW 17 August 2021
We have the watch now, Thor, my brother. Until Valhalla...
It is with great sadness that we have to announce that K9 Thor passed away yesterday due to medical complications. He served the Albany County Sheriff's Office from 2013-2021. He will be greatly missed.
My Hooman had more than a few choice words for this...thing...starting with suggesting locking her in a hot car out in the Arizona desert.
A 58-year-old Ohio woman is accused of punishing her dog by locking the animal in a hot car, where it died.
Whellll...if I qualify for the Garden (lol), my Hooman has said someplace now needs to freeze before She'll even think about going again. She started by saying "NYC sucks..." I am not allowed to repeat what my Hooman said about the person in charge of the city...
https://nypost.com/2021/08/03/nycs-new-vaccine-policy-erases-kids-from-public-life/
Hey, remember the children? We used to say things about them like, âTheyâre the future,â or âThey should be exposed to culture,â or even âThey should definitely go to school.â But the last 17 âŚ
No, Hooman...we are NOT going to learn how to do this stuff.
My Hooman howled when she saw this ad.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iHTi7PBJLnk
Meet a truck guy whose best friend isnât a dog â itâs a cat. Onlookers are amazed by this cat who acts just like a dog, but this Silverado owner thinks that ...
"We herd sheep, we drive cattle, we lead people. Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way." ~ George S. Patton
My Hooman adds a few expletives to this...
If I gotta say it EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. I will. A service dog must be trained to perform a specific task (or tasks) to assist his/her hooman live as normal a life as possible. An Emotional Support Animal is NOT (repeating it for the hard of hearing in the back NOT) a Service Dog.
EOW July 25, 2021...Rest easy, my brother. We have the watch now. Until Valhalla...
It's MY Hooman when we were at the really big dog show in her favorite place in the whole wide world...after I went with her up to play in the snow among the really big rocks, I think I know why it's her favorite place. (Thank you, Lenise Jakubowicz Adams for letting my Hooman use this picture.)
Who did it? What hooman went to page for The Dog Who Walked On Water and liked a comment he made? My Hooman scrolled that page and now she's crying like a baby. Stop making my Hooman cry!
Thanks to my Hooman's friend, Cinthia, this will be MY song when I make the Top Ten.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3ucSSVJTL4
The Score â âGloryâ (Official Audio)Taken from the Pressure EPStream/Download our new album âCarry Onâ Now: https://TheScore.lnk.to/CarryOnSubscribe for more...
'Tis the season...dodging my Hooman with the spray bottle loaded with stinky stuff, even if it does keep the flies off my ears.
Seriously, any hooman who thinks purebred dogs are in meat markets or reproducing in the streets in cities in Turkey is freaking nuts.
https://tyrannyandliberty.blogspot.com/2021/07/retail-rescue-stunned-by-billion-dollar.html?m=1
Recently, shocking everyone, the CDC finally acted to slow down some of the multi-million dollar tax-free profit being made in trafficking s...
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