She's very pretty. I love her color.Her name is Nyx and she is a GSD. She is polite and knows "excuse me" means to move and "sshhh" if she is squeaking a toy and I need her to be quiet. We are falling behind grooming with the quarantine. Just wanted to share.
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This is Jose Cuervo (we call him JC) and he saved my life The goodest of good boys. They're ALL good boys View attachment 296378
@EllieMay how is he doing health wise? I can't remember what it was, his hips?
It's a sad story. He gave me a reason to live when I was trying desperately to die. Quite simply, I would have killed myself if it weren't for him. He's also the reason I learned how to walk again. I was in a wheel chair, every doctor I saw said I would never be able to walk again and I just needed to accept that, along with a lot of other awful things, like just taking so many pain meds that I couldn't have a coherent conversation. But then my mom convinced me that I needed a dog. And my dog needed to go for walks. So I started taking him out in my chair, then eventually I started taking a few steps. Then a few more. It took a long time to relearn something that I felt should have been easy, because it definitely wasn't easy. A LOT of physical and occupational therapy. But he was there the whole time.Well now we need to hear that story!
I totally get this! When I was around 20 I was depressed and didn't really see a future. Then I got my first dog, a beagle from the shelter named Abby, and she gave me reason to live. It might sound weird but I wanted to live for her, do everything right for her because she'd had such a nasty life before. In the end that totally healed me and she lived until I was 33. I was heartbroken when she died, but have great memories!It's a sad story. He gave me a reason to live when I was trying desperately to die. Quite simply, I would have killed myself if it weren't for him. He's also the reason I learned how to walk again. I was in a wheel chair, every doctor I saw said I would never be able to walk again and I just needed to accept that, along with a lot of other awful things, like just taking so many pain meds that I couldn't have a coherent conversation. But then my mom convinced me that I needed a dog. And my dog needed to go for walks. So I started taking him out in my chair, then eventually I started taking a few steps. Then a few more. It took a long time to relearn something that I felt should have been easy, because it definitely wasn't easy. A LOT of physical and occupational therapy. But he was there the whole time.
On a lighter note....One day, when I was still pretty fresh on my legs (hell, I just fell down last week, so my legs still don't work right), I was taking him around the block and a big pit bull got out of his yard. The dog came straight at JC and JC hid his little 8lb body behind momma. Well momma went down the moment that dog bumped her. JC switched from scared baby to viscous defender in an instant. That poor pit bull...He just wanted to play! As soon as he saw JC snarling like that, he tucked tail and ran. My little life saver.
He showed me how to love again. I would never have the life I have now if my mom hadn't insisted that we get a dog.
She is actually doing great.. it took several vets but I’m glad I didn't listen to the first thing I was told ( or even the second) .. What it ultimately boiled down to was the huge amount of growth in such a short period of time. The change in her growth plates was huge and the ligaments and joints had to strengthen and catch up...@EllieMay how is he doing health wise? I can't remember what it was, his hips?