Best money I ever spent was on a dog

[Fritz The Cat]

Is that the way it's supposed to be?

[CajunRider]

My sister-in-law would say a Cat...

But the Wife and I agree with you.  Definitely a Dog.

[old2soon]

Booze wild woman and song!  RIDE SAFE.

[..]

For the money it's the best return. 

[John Schmidt]

Booze wild woman and song!  RIDE SAFE.

There ya Dennis, living in the past again.  Geez!!!  

If I should end up alone, I'll get me a lazy old dog,  teach it to lay across my feet in winter just to keep them warm while I'm in my recliner in front of the fireplace. Won't let it on the furniture though, no matter how cute it might be. It's an animal, belongs on the floor. You should hear my wife when I say that! 

[FryeVRCCDS0067]

Many of my best friends have been dogs. But, I've never bought a dog. My dogs always just found me or vice versa somehow. My 14 year-old furchild Jade was found as a stay pup by a family members co-worker in a neighboring city.

Tabby, a female lab/shepherd mix was an abused 2 yearold when we got her. It took a few years for her to come into her own but she did and was a fine family member till she died of old age. Before that was my friend "Bear" a male blacklab/shepherd mix who attacked a passing car once when it almost hit me as I pulled into the drive on my motorcycle. He was one of six pups a neighboring farmer had in his barn. When I went to look at them, Bear crawled to me and I took him home. He also lived to be pretty old and went out chasing a younger female in heat. Pretty much the way most of us would like to go out I guess. 

During that time we also kept one of a litter of Tabby's pups. He was my son Andy's dog and was killed by coyotes, he came home torn open and died. Sons Andy and Joe hunted and killed many coyotes in the following month or two.

[Jess from VA]

I'm not certain, but think the best money I ever spent was on a divorce.  

Getting the lunatic out of the house was probably more important than getting a new fuzzy buddy.

All in your perspective I guess.  I do like dogs but like my sanity too.

The downside is the divorce was somewhat more expensive than most dogs.  

[R J]

From the time I was big enough to crawl we always had dogs.   When I was in Korea, Chosen Trap, I  found this dog, actually she was just about a 12 week old bitch, have no idea what make, model or serial #.   She was almost froze to death.   Put her in my shirt against my bare skin and I'll say one thing, she really woke me up with her cold ass.      As soon as she warmed up her head came out and she wanted her head petted.    She went on Patrols with my outfit, in my shirt.   If she whimpered, we stopped and scouted till we found the Korean looking to kill us.  I'd hate to say how many times she saved out butts.

I had her till I went back to the states.     The Gubbermint wouldn't let me take her to the states. so I gave her to a guy in my outfit.     Last I heard of her.

After coming back from the 2nd trip to Korea, I raised a bunch of Doberman's.   At about 11 weeks, I'd sell them off.    When I knew I was going to get my discharge I sold the Bitch and gave our Black mailman the male.     He would go to the gate of the Gubbermint housing we lived in and he would follow the mailman all the way around his route and back to the gate.    The mailman would tell him to go home and her he'd come around the corner full bore.   His back end was doing a little slide out.

Got discharged, hooked up the trailer with what belongings we had and headed for Iowa.    In Joplin, MO., we lost 2nd gear.    Drove it on to Des Moines that way.   Pulled into my mom's and my step dad helped me pull the transmission, I gave him a lesson on how to replace gears and put it back in the car.

6 weeks to the day, that dog walked up on mom's front porch and scratched on the door.   He was beat to death from walking from San Francisco to Des Moines.     I figured he followed Route 66, the way we came home.     Cleaned him up, gave him a deep bath, treated his pads, most of them were split open.   I got the call to get to Sacramento for the Academy.  Mom staid in Des Moines till I was due to get out of the Academy, then she flew out, we bought our place in Grass Valley.

We raised a few dogs there, and finally gave up the puppy raising.     Too much work and I wasn't close to this house on my 1st duty Area.

[BF]

Have a friend, who was single at the time (has since married) tell me once....get your companionship from your dog...get your lovin' with your MasterCard.

[weeder]

From the time I was big enough to crawl we always had dogs.   When I was in Korea, Chosen Trap, I  found this dog, actually she was just about a 12 week old bitch, have no idea what make, model or serial #.   She was almost froze to death.   Put her in my shirt against my bare skin and I'll say one thing, she really woke me up with her cold ass.      As soon as she warmed up her head came out and she wanted her head petted.    She went on Patrols with my outfit, in my shirt.   If she whimpered, we stopped and scouted till we found the Korean looking to kill us.  I'd hate to say how many times she saved out butts.

I had her till I went back to the states.     The Gubbermint wouldn't let me take her to the states. so I gave her to a guy in my outfit.     Last I heard of her.


After coming back from the 2nd trip to Korea, I raised a bunch of Doberman's.   At about 11 weeks, I'd sell them off.    When I knew I was going to get my discharge I sold the Bitch and gave our Black mailman the male.     He would go to the gate of the Gubbermint housing we lived in and he would follow the mailman all the way around his route and back to the gate.    The mailman would tell him to go home and her he'd come around the corner full bore.   His back end was doing a little slide out.

Got discharged, hooked up the trailer with what belongings we had and headed for Iowa.    In Joplin, MO., we lost 2nd gear.    Drove it on to Des Moines that way.   Pulled into my mom's and my step dad helped me pull the transmission, I gave him a lesson on how to replace gears and put it back in the car.

6 weeks to the day, that dog walked up on mom's front porch and scratched on the door.   He was beat to death from walking from San Francisco to Des Moines.     I figured he followed Route 66, the way we came home.     Cleaned him up, gave him a deep bath, treated his pads, most of them were split open.   I got the call to get to Sacramento for the Academy.  Mom staid in Des Moines till I was due to get out of the Academy, then she flew out, we bought our place in Grass Valley.

We raised a few dogs there, and finally gave up the puppy raising.     Too much work and I wasn't close to this house on my 1st duty Area.


Hell of a story RJ .    I used to live in Auburn ,  boy that  is some beautiful country always was and always will be to me.  To bad its over-run now .

You were a Cal CHP ?    Boy that's some tough duty  from my civilian vantage point-   glad ya made it thru.

Hey whats up with the cops nowadays ?  they all seem paranoid   on edge ready to do  a smackdown  or is it my imagination?   

[R J]

Never looked at it that way, but there is a lot of young term CHP's on the road, right now.

The Chief pounds into the Captains what schooling the troops need.

They have been over educated on different things that most of them don't know how to put it in service.

When I retired, it was like 30% of the Force took off.   When I got on in 1954, the Legislature  had created around 200 to 250 new positions and they hired a lot of  us MP's who were stationed in California and due to be discharged.   Was a good life and I was glad I came home to the wife and kids everynight without a bullet hole in me.

[Hooter]

My working dogs were all great dogs. All trained in track, attack, and building search. We trained in Indiana with Rudy Drexler. Great guy and knew his stuff.  He trained LE working dogs and could weed a bad one out in 2 days. Rocky weighed 98 lbs and saved my ass more than once. His real name was Felsig Vom Harvey, I called him Rocky, not hard to figure out his nationality. All commands were in German. Spent more time in a cruiser (8 years) with him than I did at home with my wife. After having Rocky put down with HD problems I ended up with a dog called Satin. Man what a dedicated partner he was and nasty when he needed to be. His name fit! Shepherds are usually a one person or family dog.
  My best dog was a stray that showed up hurt at my house Thanksgiving 15 years ago. Some way, some how, I ended up keeping him. (Pete) He was the BEST ever. Met me at the door every day I came home and was happy to see me. When I got home a for crap day just got better. Had to put him down last year and completely broke my heart.      He owned it! Some people don't understand this statement but I will take a dog over most people.

[R J]

Was never lucky enough to get on the K9 assignment, but I'd sure of loved to.  I would have had to give up my motor, so I never pursued it too much.  Loved the motor division.

I saw those dogs do get things in the protection and search.

Also saw them be very good family dogs at home.    I don't think they were supposed to, but being as how i never was able to get in the K9 unit and know their rules, I can't say if the family thing was a good deal.

[BobB]

Kicking back with the pup, granddaughter and TV remote.  Life is good.

[R J]

Good lookin family ya got there.

Would I be wrong if I said those 2 rule the roost at Grandpa's house?

[BobB]

Good lookin family ya got there.

Yup, Cece must have got her looks from the other 75%.

Would I be wrong if I said those 2 rule the roost at Grandpa's house?

Don't believe I can argue with that statement.

[Jess Tolbirt]

Kicking back with the pup, granddaughter and TV remote.  Life is good.

thats a pup? you realize that dog is gonna grow up someday right? that dog is gonna need a size 15 shoe before its all over..

[BobB]

thats a pup? you realize that dog is gonna grow up someday right? that dog is gonna need a size 15 shoe before its all over..

Lucy is 10 months old and I do not believe she will grow any larger.  She is a Miniature Goldendoodle and has been at 19.5 pounds for two months.  We downsized in our canine choice this year after living with three Standard Poodles and an English Bulldog over the last 40 years.  Those dogs ranged from 55 to 80 pounds.

[paul246]

Kicking back with the pup, granddaughter and TV remote.  Life is good.

Love it. 

[Patrick]

How can one not like a dog. They are loyal friends, listen [usually], don't talk back [usually], and don't ask for much. They're smarter than some folks I know and even smell better.  
Plus, they are chick magnets.  I can walk through the neighborhood and the gals stick their noses in the air. When the dog is with me the gals become my best friends, well, the dogs best friend. I guess thats pretty telling,so, I'm glad the dog doesn't let go alone.