that's a keeper photo!
I agree.that's a keeper photo!
Yours too, huh?Zuzu is a sweet dog, but also, don't let this BS picture fool you, she is, as properly stated above, also a mini terrorist!
Then he needs more play and attention. One of the joys of being retired, is that I get to spend more time with my dogs.
We’re away from home on a trip and I MISS my little furballs more than I can say. My sister in law flew in 400 miles to be with them. She will dote on them like I would but they’ll be badly missed. I make up for it by talking to and petting every dog I see! They know “dog people” and love me scratching my the base of their tails, behind their ears, etc. They say, “Thank you” with their eyes and “smiles” The only part of traveling that’s bad.Then he needs more play and attention. One of the joys of being retired, is that I get to spend more time with my dogs.
Beautiful pup.
Thanks to one and all.Beautiful pup.
I can relate to that.We’re away from home on a trip and I MISS my little furballs more than I can say. My sister in law flew in 400 miles to be with them. She will dote on them like I would but they’ll be badly missed. I make up for it by talking to and petting every dog I see! They know “dog people” and love me scratching my the base of their tails, behind their ears, etc. They say, “Thank you” with their eyes and “smiles” The only part of traveling that’s bad.




DFB I can imagine the panic you felt as you took your pup in your arms. The same panic as your pup felt as he was fighting to get home. Bless the person who helped you find him.I can relate to that.
Cocker Spaniel's can be very clingy and anxious when left alone, which can be tricky at times. Having said that, he has someone around him 95% of the time. He greets me at the door every time I come home from work, I'm told he spent all afternoon today at the door waiting for me. I take him to work sometimes as well.
As you say, they know who "dog people" are. My sister and her partner are not dog people at all, he sort of knows to keep his distance when they are here. I guess that's the same as humans, we know who we should avoid.
I nearly lost him back in 2020 as Covid was starting to take hold. I remember that morning altering our usual routine, we would go for a walk before I popped into town before work. This particular Friday, swapped that around, doing the town run first. While I was out, a family member left the door to the garage open briefly, enough time for him to slip out without being noticed. When I came home to go on that walk, he was nowhere to be seen.
Despite driving around looking, he was nowhere to be seen. I notified the local ranger, which later in the day contacted me to say that he had been seen, a good samariten took the effort to call the ranger. I raced to where he had been seen, but still noting. After hours of looking, I arrived home, jumped in the shower and fell apart. I had held it together all day, but at that moment it all hit me, that I would never see him again. The hardest, most painful feeling was of him being distressed and afraid, I feel emotional typing that.
After getting dressed, a few seconds later the phone rang to say that he had been spotted, another good samarentin this time following him until he crawled into the bushes in someone's front garden. When they called and said the street name and number, it was almost as if someone was watching down on me because it was MY residence. After a day on the run, he had finally found his way home........................only after being hit by a car. The good samaritan had seen him be hit and then followed him home, only to then see me running out the front door in tears, sobbing as I picked him up from behind the hedge. It wouldn't have been nice to watch, let alone being on the other end. I'm not religious, but I fully believe someone was watching over us that day.
He had clearly been swimming in the irrigation channels and had broken one of his hind legs after being hit by a car. By this stage, it was 7pm, I wrapped his leg in a towel to limit the bleeding, then ran to meet the on-call vet. I then played nurse, helping our vet access, x-ray and administer pain relief. Then having to leave him at the vet was excruciating and a relief, he was at least safe now.
He then had to have surgery to pin the break, followed by weeks and weeks of rehabilitation.
To this day, I believe he went missing in an attempt to find me for his walkies. I say all this to urge those with pets to cherish every second you have with them, it can easily slip away.
Even from afar it sounds like he was looking for you. Probably became anxious and maybe started running.I can relate to that.
Cocker Spaniel's can be very clingy and anxious when left alone, which can be tricky at times. Having said that, he has someone around him 95% of the time. He greets me at the door every time I come home from work, I'm told he spent all afternoon today at the door waiting for me. I take him to work sometimes as well.
As you say, they know who "dog people" are. My sister and her partner are not dog people at all, he sort of knows to keep his distance when they are here. I guess that's the same as humans, we know who we should avoid.
I nearly lost him back in 2020 as Covid was starting to take hold. I remember that morning altering our usual routine, we would go for a walk before I popped into town before work. This particular Friday, swapped that around, doing the town run first. While I was out, a family member left the door to the garage open briefly, enough time for him to slip out without being noticed. When I came home to go on that walk, he was nowhere to be seen.
Despite driving around looking, he was nowhere to be seen. I notified the local ranger, which later in the day contacted me to say that he had been seen, a good samariten took the effort to call the ranger. I raced to where he had been seen, but still noting. After hours of looking, I arrived home, jumped in the shower and fell apart. I had held it together all day, but at that moment it all hit me, that I would never see him again. The hardest, most painful feeling was of him being distressed and afraid, I feel emotional typing that.
After getting dressed, a few seconds later the phone rang to say that he had been spotted, another good samarentin this time following him until he crawled into the bushes in someone's front garden. When they called and said the street name and number, it was almost as if someone was watching down on me because it was MY residence. After a day on the run, he had finally found his way home........................only after being hit by a car. The good samaritan had seen him be hit and then followed him home, only to then see me running out the front door in tears, sobbing as I picked him up from behind the hedge. It wouldn't have been nice to watch, let alone being on the other end. I'm not religious, but I fully believe someone was watching over us that day.
He had clearly been swimming in the irrigation channels and had broken one of his hind legs after being hit by a car. By this stage, it was 7pm, I wrapped his leg in a towel to limit the bleeding, then ran to meet the on-call vet. I then played nurse, helping our vet access, x-ray and administer pain relief. Then having to leave him at the vet was excruciating and a relief, he was at least safe now.
He then had to have surgery to pin the break, followed by weeks and weeks of rehabilitation.
To this day, I believe he went missing in an attempt to find me for his walkies. I say all this to urge those with pets to cherish every second you have with them, it can easily slip away.


The things we do for our pups.My dog has decided he does not like using the outside stairs to "HIS" yard so I got a ramp that even though it has a sandpaper type non slip he must not have liked the way it felt on his feet so I remedied it by gluing down some commercial grade indoor/outdoor carpet tiles. Took some treats to get him used to it. Now it as if he has always been using it.![]()
She looks like our Winnie! We lost her in July 2019; she was 14 years and 2 months+ old. We adopted her when she was about 1.5 years old. Our first lab, and she was a great companion. She was also stubborn as a mule and hard headed as a box of hammers.

Hang in there, think of the welcome you will get when you return.It's getting bad folks. Missing my pups so badly on this trip that today I spent five minutes talking to and scratching the head, neck and ears of a donkey. He LOVED it. I doubt he ever gets personal attention. When I had to walk away he "Eyorred" me pretty loudly to come back. Poor guy.
Thanks!Hang in there, think of the welcome you will get when you return.
I had a Basset hound, if she got out she was heading to the park and almost Guaranteed to find something dead to roll in, so gross.
