Let's See Your Garage Dog

[Zebedeewesty]

Lucy watching the sheep in the field sheltering under the tree.

 

[bigdave_185]

 

[Johnny Generic]

MUTT and JEFF. Father and Son, priceless.

 

[bigdave_185]

MUTT and JEFF. Father and Son, priceless.

Jp Sullivan ( sully ) and Randel Boggs (Boggs) from the movie monsters Inc

 

[Dan in Pasadena]

I can promise the food bill isn’t Ai generated

Pretty surety piles (& piles & piles) of daily poop aren't AI generated either!

 

[Zebedeewesty]

First time Lucy has been clean in weeks.
2 minutes in the garden once back home and she was muddy as hell again.

 

[mrb1]

Boy always patrolling the perimeter. Keeping the mice and other varmints at bay. Have only had two mice in traps inside the house so far. Pretty low number for here. Better than a cat Plus he doesn't **** in the house.

​

 

[Twisted Sid]

My girl Gracie. 5 years old

 

[Dan in Pasadena]

First time Lucy has been clean in weeks.
2 minutes in the garden once back home and she was muddy as hell again.

CORRECTION, "..... and she was HAPPY again".

 

[Mr.zippy]

My son has a new garage pup!

 

[Zebedeewesty]

My son has a new garage pup!

That's just how i feel every morning.

 

[Dan in Pasadena]

My son has a new garage pup!

Don't tell me.....his name is "Dumbo"?

I really like Bassett Hounds - I assume that's what he is? But with dogs that have long ears I've always read they get chronic ear infections that are VERY difficult to eliminate and make them terribly uncomfortable.

 

[Mr.zippy]

Don't tell me.....his name is "Dumbo"?

I really like Bassett Hounds - I assume that's what he is? But with dogs that have long ears I've always read they get chronic ear infections that are VERY difficult to eliminate and make them terribly uncomfortable.

Yes it's a Bassett, and I have preached to them the difficulty of having one. Not to mention they are stubborn as can be. Alas, it all fell on deaf ears as soon as they saw him,

 

[D.F.B]

Back looking after these two lovely ladies, which has been helpful considering the past week I've had.

They are so strong that I'm not sure who's walking who. But it was nice to see them so happy, and how happy they made other people out and about today. They both went for a swim, twice, then a roll on the lush green grass.





You can't see them in the photo, but they are fixated on three pelicans in the water here. Not long after, I nearly lost an arm after Tilly tried to take off after them.

 

[Dan in Pasadena]

Yes it's a Bassett, and I have preached to them the difficulty of having one. Not to mention they are stubborn as can be. Alas, it all fell on deaf ears as soon as they saw him,

Well, he's cute as can be so it is understandable. Especially as a puppy as ALL puppies are.

 

[Dan in Pasadena]

.....They both went for a swim, twice, then a roll on the lush green grass...

^^^ This reminded me of an RV trip we took through the southwest in 2023. It was hotter than blue blazes like over 120* and though there'd been no issue I didn't especially want to keep driving to L.A. through the desert in that. So we stopped for the last night in Blythe at a campground right on the Colorado River.

Normally, Fifi is normally very "phoo phoo" about keeping herself clean. When she's freshly groomed she pristinely white as this picture shows. On that day she was so damn hot she voluntarily went in the river then rolled in the dirt! I'm glad I got a picture because she's never again been anywhere near this dirty. She was truly filthy and loving every minute of it. Fortunately, she dried really fast and 95% of the dirt fell off easily.



And after her swim and mud roll:

 

[Zebedeewesty]

My sous chef today.

 

[captain14]

And the “Official Test taster”

 

[pima67]

Nice looking cooker. Guess you don't like the ones with the 2 round "plates on top?

 

[Zebedeewesty]

And the “Official Teat taster”

She does a great job clearing up spills (and given the chance anything left on the counter tops) too.

Nice looking cooker. Guess you don't like the ones with the 2 round "plates on top?

The house used to be a B&B so it was here when we moved in. Over £3k ($4k) worth of kit. 6 gas hobs on the top, electric broiler, 2 electric ovens, one which is fan assisted and a plate warmer. Best thing the previous owner left in the house.

 

[Dan in Pasadena]

My sous chef today.

What a GREAT looking pooch!
He's the standard for an All American dog prototype. Give him some scratching behind the ears for me.

 

[ChefRex]

My son has a new garage pup!

The ex had a basset when we met, stubborn, slobbery and at times stinky when she found something dead to roll in.

Loved that dog.

 

[Dan in Pasadena]

The ex had a basset when we met, stubborn, slobbery and at times stinky when she found something dead to roll in.

Loved that dog.

My now long gone lifetime best friend, Sooner (my avatar dog) was a huge-for-the-breed blonde Labrador. I brought him home as a tiny puppy and loved him every day of having him 11-1/2 years. Years ago we'd go to my sister-in-law's 10 acres up in Auburn, CA and they had a huge pond with geese and ducks. He'd roll in fresh goose poop. If you've ever been around big geese they leave a big green pile and he'd sorta dive at it to smear it on his sides!

Fortunately, he LOVED swimming in the pond and it would all wash off without me having to do much of anything but towel him dry. Run in Paradise, my boy. I will miss you to my very last day.

 

[Jay__Dub]

Got me thinking of Buck, and Junior I. Long ago. Too many boxes of ashes around here. I guess life's like that.

Where ever I end up, I sure hope the hell they are all there. I probably posted this photo before, but I don't remember. It's one of my favourite canine memories.

 

[NUTTSGT]

Been a while since I posted a picture of Mr Bones out in the garage.... inspecting the fridge for dog treats.

 

[Jayman17]

^^^^ He needs some opposable thumbs so he can open that jar of treats on the fridge door!

 

[D.F.B]

Faychie came back home this afternoon. On the way, he rode next to me in the passenger seat, as he always did. And while I’m still heart broken, there is now a sense of contentment.

I chose blue for his paw print, the colour of his first collar.



I remember the day we first me. After discovering a littler of puppies local to me on a Thursday morning, I procrastinated over the course of the day, then phoned up that night. There was one puppy left by then and I made the commitment. On Friday I could barely contain my excitement, the next day I went and met my little buddy for the first time.

When we arrived, mumma dog met us by jumping up on the back of the couch, then followed us and jumped up on the kitchen table, she wanted pats and affection. My little buddy wanted to do the same thing. I mention this because Faych went on to also have this strong need to be close to his humans, just like mumma. There was no need to make a decision, that had been made two days prior, and cemented the second we met. He made the ride home resting in my arms. And from those first few moments together, I fell completely in love.









The big challenge centred around a name. For a week, every name that was suggested just didn’t sound or feel right. Then, out of the blue, an obvious name surfaced. When I was born, mum and dad had a cocker spaniel called Hafey. As I grew and began to talk, toddler DFB couldn’t say Hafey, instead I called him Fayche. Looking back on photos from that period in the late 1980’s, I can clearly see where my love of dogs comes from, cocker spaniels in particular. I’m so thankful for what my mother did here, giving me the gift of empathy and total, unconditional love for dogs. And that’s where my little buddy got his weird name.



Early on, there were a few odd moments that we didn't fully understand. On one occasion when he was still a puppy, we noticed him crouched down with both paws across his eyes with a look of terror. Naturally that led to a visit to the vet, but nothing was found. A few years later, I discovered him sitting of the couch with this strange slime across his nose and jaw, at the time I had assumed he had gotten into something, wiped him off and thought nothing more of it. Then one day when he was about 3, I got a phone call saying he had just had a seizure and was taken to the vet.

From that moment onward, trips to the Vet were a frequent occurrence. Early on, the meds did absolutely nothing. It got to the point where I could see when the seizures were about to happen, he’d get up and begin to wander aimlessly, then a flash of terror would flash through his eyes in the seconds before he’d go down. And there was nothing you can do other than make sure he doesn't hurt himself, clean him up and let him recover. He would perk back up in a few minutes, but they were getting longer and longer each time. This was extremely hard to watch over and over again.

Eventually, the Vet added an extra medication to the mix................................and he stopped having seizures. The only one he had since that change was in 2020 when Covid supply lines were limited and we had to ration the meds to get through. Not one since though. The meds did have some drawbacks, chiefly liver troubles that would surface on and off. But……………I did everything in my power to give him the best life possible, not everyone would have been able to do that. I honestly believe he was sent to us, that we would give him every opportunity.

In his early years, Faych was not a confident walker. We’d get to the end of the street or block, he’d put on the brakes and insist on going home. No doubt this was separation anxiety, and it would drive me crazy. But slowly but surely, he became more and more confident…………..and more and more excited to go for walkies! As soon as he spotted the harness and lead, the excited grizzling and rapidly wagging tail began. It was the cutest thing in the world and made me so happy to see him so happy. And those little snorts and whimpers he’d do melted my heart every time, so cute.









Over the last year, our midday walks became a new routine, something that helped me massively as I came to terms with what had happened to me at work. In his own way, he knew what was going on, he knew I needed his company. It’s around this time he began to enjoy swimming, to the point where he’d pull on the lead as we headed towards the river or lake. Afterwards, we'd find a nice green patch of grass for him to have a roll. Again, it was so sweet to watch him discover this new pleasure so late in his life. I have videos of this that will live on forever.

While animals can’t read, they somehow know the time of day. Faych would pace up and down the hallway an hour before I came home from work. As soon as he heard the garage door open, he’d be waiting for me at the door, which meant it was time for pats, a little doggie treat followed by a barking session in the backyard. An hour later, he knew it was time for dinner, he’d canter around in excitement. After food, it was time to play with his toys, usually a destruction session.

Speaking of food, Cocker’s inhale it! And it doesn’t matter what it was, if it smelt good, he wanted it! For example, the night I discovered he had plucked a bag of flour off the pantry self, dragged it into the living room and proceeded to cover himself and the living room rug is flour. My little black doggie had turned himself white………….and wasn’t he pleased with himself. If I wasn’t annoyed, I would have taken a photo of it because in hindsight, it was actually quite amusing. Or the time he snuck up and nicked a bag of bread rolls off the bench, then ran out into the garden to get his fill……………..that didn’t go down very well, but I thought it was hilarious!











Where possible, I’d take him to work with me in the garden. He’d roam around while I weeded, trimmed, and watered. Often this would be two golden retrievers, which I thought would be good for him to socialize………………..but just like me, he would have none of it and preferred to his own company. I was once told dogs take on their humans character traits, well I suppose that would explain the anxiety and social awkwardness.











Just like humans, Faych had his funny habits and quirks. Cockers have a daggy nature that, depending on what they’ve done, can be extremely annoying or just too cute for words. When he had his hearing, every time the phone would ring, he’d begin to howl. No idea why, but you’d have to explain the situation to the caller every single time. Or when chewing a squeaky toy, he’d do that repeatedly until he’d thrust his head up in the air and begin to howl. In his early to mid-years, he’d sit and watch the sparrows on the back lawn, they’d tick him off until you let him out to go round them up. Or sitting and guarding the front door, waiting for the neighbour’s cat to strut across the garden, it would drive him nuts! The barking at the fence for no reason at all would drive some insane, but I thought it was quite amusing. He loved a good toilet roll to chew on and was extremely efficient at destroying political paraphernalia come election time. Even in his old man years, Faych still had that playful, puppy temperament.



















But the best thing about Faych was his loving, gentle, and caring nature. He just loved to be with his people, side by side. Be that in the garden, hanging out the washing, going for a drive, walks, sitting on the couch, washing the car, or just being by your side in a time of need. No judgement, no complications, no explanation needed. He needed us, and we needed him. And it wasn’t just us, he loved pretty much everyone. A truly angelic soul that touched many.













And its that last paragraph that hurts the most, the simple fact that he is no longer by my side. Faych was my shadow, my little brother, my partner in crime, my best friend. But most of all, he taught me how to love. And I couldn’t have asked for more. While my heart is broken and the pain has been unbearable, I know that he wouldn’t want me to feel that way. While his physical presence is no longer around, his memory will forever be with me.

Thought that I was going crazy
Just having one of those days, yeah
Didn't know what to do
Then there was you

And everything went from wrong to right
And the stars came out, filled up the sky
The music you were playing really blew my mind
It was love at first sight

'Cause, baby, when I heard you
For the first time, I knew
We were meant to be as one
Was tired of running out of luck
Thinking 'bout giving up, yeah
Didn't know what to do
Then there was you

And everything went from wrong to right
And the stars came out, filled up the sky
The music you were playing really blew my mind
It was love at first sight

'Cause, baby, when I heard you
For the first time, I knew
We were meant to be as one (Meant to be as one)
'Cause, baby, when I heard you
For the first time, I knew
We were meant to be as one

Everything went from wrong to right
And the stars came out, filled up the sky
The music you were playing really blew my mind
It was love at first sight
Love at first sight, love at first sight
Love, ooh, it was love, it was love at first sight

'Cause, baby, when I heard you
For the first time, I knew
We were meant to be as one (Meant to be as one)
'Cause, baby, when I heard you
For the first time, I knew
We were meant to be as one

It was love, it was love, it was love, it was love
Ooh, it was love, it was love, it was love, it was love
Ooh, it was love, it was love, it was love, it was love

 

[littlebean]

I've liked your post DFB which doesn't seem quite right for the ending but it was wonderful to read, and see, the story of Faychs life and how much he meant to you

 

[NUTTSGT]

^^^^ He needs some opposable thumbs so he can open that jar of treats on the fridge door!

Trust me, he would have no issues opening without thumbs.

 

[Jay__Dub]

Faychie came back home this afternoon. On the way, he rode next to me in the passenger seat, as he always did. And while I’m still heart broken, there is now a sense of contentment.

I chose blue for his paw print, the colour of his first collar.



I remember the day we first me. After discovering a littler of puppies local to me on a Thursday morning, I procrastinated over the course of the day, then phoned up that night. There was one puppy left by then and I made the commitment. On Friday I could barely contain my excitement, the next day I went and met my little buddy for the first time.

When we arrived, mumma dog met us by jumping up on the back of the couch, then followed us and jumped up on the kitchen table, she wanted pats and affection. My little buddy wanted to do the same thing. I mention this because Faych went on to also have this strong need to be close to his humans, just like mumma. There was no need to make a decision, that had been made two days prior, and cemented the second we met. He made the ride home resting in my arms. And from those first few moments together, I fell completely in love.









The big challenge centred around a name. For a week, every name that was suggested just didn’t sound or feel right. Then, out of the blue, an obvious name surfaced. When I was born, mum and dad had a cocker spaniel called Hafey. As I grew and began to talk, toddler DFB couldn’t say Hafey, instead I called him Fayche. Looking back on photos from that period in the late 1980’s, I can clearly see where my love of dogs comes from, cocker spaniels in particular. I’m so thankful for what my mother did here, giving me the gift of empathy and total, unconditional love for dogs. And that’s where my little buddy got his weird name.



Early on, there were a few odd moments that we didn't fully understand. On one occasion when he was still a puppy, we noticed him crouched down with both paws across his eyes with a look of terror. Naturally that led to a visit to the vet, but nothing was found. A few years later, I discovered him sitting of the couch with this strange slime across his nose and jaw, at the time I had assumed he had gotten into something, wiped him off and thought nothing more of it. Then one day when he was about 3, I got a phone call saying he had just had a seizure and was taken to the vet.

From that moment onward, trips to the Vet were a frequent occurrence. Early on, the meds did absolutely nothing. It got to the point where I could see when the seizures were about to happen, he’d get up and begin to wander aimlessly, then a flash of terror would flash through his eyes in the seconds before he’d go down. And there was nothing you can do other than make sure he doesn't hurt himself, clean him up and let him recover. He would perk back up in a few minutes, but they were getting longer and longer each time. This was extremely hard to watch over and over again.

Eventually, the Vet added an extra medication to the mix................................and he stopped having seizures. The only one he had since that change was in 2020 when Covid supply lines were limited and we had to ration the meds to get through. Not one since though. The meds did have some drawbacks, chiefly liver troubles that would surface on and off. But……………I did everything in my power to give him the best life possible, not everyone would have been able to do that. I honestly believe he was sent to us, that we would give him every opportunity.

In his early years, Faych was not a confident walker. We’d get to the end of the street or block, he’d put on the brakes and insist on going home. No doubt this was separation anxiety, and it would drive me crazy. But slowly but surely, he became more and more confident…………..and more and more excited to go for walkies! As soon as he spotted the harness and lead, the excited grizzling and rapidly wagging tail began. It was the cutest thing in the world and made me so happy to see him so happy. And those little snorts and whimpers he’d do melted my heart every time, so cute.









Over the last year, our midday walks became a new routine, something that helped me massively as I came to terms with what had happened to me at work. In his own way, he knew what was going on, he knew I needed his company. It’s around this time he began to enjoy swimming, to the point where he’d pull on the lead as we headed towards the river or lake. Afterwards, we'd find a nice green patch of grass for him to have a roll. Again, it was so sweet to watch him discover this new pleasure so late in his life. I have videos of this that will live on forever.

While animals can’t read, they somehow know the time of day. Faych would pace up and down the hallway an hour before I came home from work. As soon as he heard the garage door open, he’d be waiting for me at the door, which meant it was time for pats, a little doggie treat followed by a barking session in the backyard. An hour later, he knew it was time for dinner, he’d canter around in excitement. After food, it was time to play with his toys, usually a destruction session.

Speaking of food, Cocker’s inhale it! And it doesn’t matter what it was, if it smelt good, he wanted it! For example, the night I discovered he had plucked a bag of flour off the pantry self, dragged it into the living room and proceeded to cover himself and the living room rug is flour. My little black doggie had turned himself white………….and wasn’t he pleased with himself. If I wasn’t annoyed, I would have taken a photo of it because in hindsight, it was actually quite amusing. Or the time he snuck up and nicked a bag of bread rolls off the bench, then ran out into the garden to get his fill……………..that didn’t go down very well, but I thought it was hilarious!











Where possible, I’d take him to work with me in the garden. He’d roam around while I weeded, trimmed, and watered. Often this would be two golden retrievers, which I thought would be good for him to socialize………………..but just like me, he would have none of it and preferred to his own company. I was once told dogs take on their humans character traits, well I suppose that would explain the anxiety and social awkwardness.











Just like humans, Faych had his funny habits and quirks. Cockers have a daggy nature that, depending on what they’ve done, can be extremely annoying or just too cute for words. When he had his hearing, every time the phone would ring, he’d begin to howl. No idea why, but you’d have to explain the situation to the caller every single time. Or when chewing a squeaky toy, he’d do that repeatedly until he’d thrust his head up in the air and begin to howl. In his early to mid-years, he’d sit and watch the sparrows on the back lawn, they’d tick him off until you let him out to go round them up. Or sitting and guarding the front door, waiting for the neighbour’s cat to strut across the garden, it would drive him nuts! The barking at the fence for no reason at all would drive some insane, but I thought it was quite amusing. He loved a good toilet roll to chew on and was extremely efficient at destroying political paraphernalia come election time. Even in his old man years, Faych still had that playful, puppy temperament.



















But the best thing about Faych was his loving, gentle, and caring nature. He just loved to be with his people, side by side. Be that in the garden, hanging out the washing, going for a drive, walks, sitting on the couch, washing the car, or just being by your side in a time of need. No judgement, no complications, no explanation needed. He needed us, and we needed him. And it wasn’t just us, he loved pretty much everyone. A truly angelic soul that touched many.













And its that last paragraph that hurts the most, the simple fact that he is no longer by my side. Faych was my shadow, my little brother, my partner in crime, my best friend. But most of all, he taught me how to love. And I couldn’t have asked for more. While my heart is broken and the pain has been unbearable, I know that he wouldn’t want me to feel that way. While his physical presence is no longer around, his memory will forever be with me.

Thought that I was going crazy
Just having one of those days, yeah
Didn't know what to do
Then there was you

And everything went from wrong to right
And the stars came out, filled up the sky
The music you were playing really blew my mind
It was love at first sight

'Cause, baby, when I heard you
For the first time, I knew
We were meant to be as one
Was tired of running out of luck
Thinking 'bout giving up, yeah
Didn't know what to do
Then there was you

And everything went from wrong to right
And the stars came out, filled up the sky
The music you were playing really blew my mind
It was love at first sight

'Cause, baby, when I heard you
For the first time, I knew
We were meant to be as one (Meant to be as one)
'Cause, baby, when I heard you
For the first time, I knew
We were meant to be as one

Everything went from wrong to right
And the stars came out, filled up the sky
The music you were playing really blew my mind
It was love at first sight
Love at first sight, love at first sight
Love, ooh, it was love, it was love at first sight

'Cause, baby, when I heard you
For the first time, I knew
We were meant to be as one (Meant to be as one)
'Cause, baby, when I heard you
For the first time, I knew
We were meant to be as one

It was love, it was love, it was love, it was love
Ooh, it was love, it was love, it was love, it was love
Ooh, it was love, it was love, it was love, it was love

Very sorry for your loss. It is the worst, most devastating day. Far more than the human days, I have found, because they love us, even on days we are unlovable. True loving friends.

I wish you peace. RIP.

 

[D.F.B]

Very sorry for your loss. It is the worst, most devastating day. Far more than the human days, I have found, because they love us, even on days we are unlovable. True loving friends.

I wish you peace. RIP.

I've been hesitant to say that, but yes, the grief has been the most intense I've ever experienced, over and above some significant people I've lost over the years. I think the language barrier has a lot to do with it, we simply can't communicate with them, which makes "the decision" so hard to make.

 

[CHRIII]

I've been hesitant to say that, but yes, the grief has been the most intense I've ever experienced, over and above some significant people I've lost over the years. I think the language barrier has a lot to do with it, we simply can't communicate with them, which makes "the decision" so hard to make.

Yes, it's a hard decision to make and the grief is very bad, but I try to look at it as the last act of love we can give to them.

 

[Zebedeewesty]

 

[Dan in Pasadena]

The pups are JUST home from the groomer. Looking fluffy and nearly white.....It won't last. Max above and Fifi below I’m a slob when it comes to my fur balls.

 

[Dan in Pasadena]

PS: Dropping them off this morning I saw THE biggest doodle dog I’ve ever seen. The fluffiest too. Had to take a picture of the lady brushing him to show his size!

 

[Jgaz]

With the great weather we’ve been having Charlie stays out in the garage with me for hours.

 

[FTWingRiders]

they each have their own heated dog pad in the shop, but Scooby still has to snuggle Cooper… They brothers that were rescues from down south, and I swear he just hates the New England winters.


Even in the kitchen they insist on staying in the rugs..



All good until one of them farts..

 

[Roger M]

Roxi, after a rough morning of chasing bunnies, and morning for handouts.

 

[Dan in Pasadena]

Looks more like Roxi is passing out due to foot odor! Ha ha.

She's a pretty girl. Belly rubs from me please

 

[Outlawmws]

they each have their own heated dog pad in the shop

Build a 2X2 frames, and top it with ply, and get some Styrofoam under it for those heating pad setups.

That cold concrete will simply **** the heat right out of those pads and the dogs won't see much....