April 25th 2010 9:13 am
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My name is Floyd and I am a long haired German Shepherd living in Northern England. I originally lived with my brother Blizzard and family for 3½ years. But my mummy was ill, there was something wrong with her and she began shouting at us for no reason. My daddy was sad and tried his best but it was difficult. We were often left for hours and hours alone, or locked outside so that mommy wouldnt shout at us.
One day, the doctor came and took mommy away and daddy couldnt take care of us any more. He found this nice lady from a rescue centre and she found my brother Blizzard a nice new home with a family to love him, but no one wanted me!
You see, Im a long haired German Shepherd and most people who came wanted someone like my brother, he was all white, but I was black and tan. They tell me that black and tan longhaired Shepherds are not desirable, so I was left alone. They didnt know what to do with me. I was untrained and wouldnt walk on a leash. I liked to bark but I wasnt being aggressive, I was just asking someone to take me home.
Then one day, the lady put me in her car and I thought I was going to that place where the others have gone, those that no one wants, but no. She took me to see this man; he was nice, he took me for a walk and spent the day with me. He didnt care that I wasnt all white, and that I didnt know how to walk on a leash. He took me home and made me part of his family.
He taught me things, I know how to walk on a leash, although sometimes, I get so excited I pull for a little while, but he doesnt shout at me. I now know how to behave in town, I go to the shops and they let me go in because they know Im a good boy. The lady at the bank said I was so handsome and came over to hug me. I like hugs; I never had any when I was a baby.
I lived in the city, but now I live on the edge of the English countryside. Theres lots to see and do. I love my long walks every day and my play time with my toys; I never had any toys as a baby but have lots now. I love air Kongs and have a huge collection. Daddy sometimes works in America so I stay with Granddad which means lots of treats. But when he comes home he always has a bag full of new Kongs.
But best of all, daddy works from home most of the time and if he’s not around I’m with granddad, so now, I’m never left alone or locked outside.
May 24th 2007 3:58 pm
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Here are the rules
I have to name 7 dogfacts about myself and then tag 7 of my friends...
so these are my 7 dogfacts!
1. I was born in North East England and spent the first 3 and a half year of my life with my brother
2. I was named by my first daddy after the band Pink Floyd
3. If daddy has worked late and won’t get out of bed for my daily walk I dive on him and roll around the bed until he gets up
4. I can remove a slice of ham from a sandwich without disturbing the bread.
5. I like to go to bed by 11
6. I like to bark at helicopters and hot air balloons
7. I like my daily huggs
I’m tagging Hoover, Java, Rosie, Vincent, Sam, Odie and Fiji
May 4th 2007 3:52 pm
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There are those amongst us, just some, yet enough, the ignorant minority who treat our faithful friend, our companion with contempt.
When he stands by our side, we shun him. When he protects and guards our table, we stave him, when he lies at our feet, we beat him. And when he cowers in fear, we abandon him. When we stand in glory, we should bow our heads in shame, for we don’t deserve him.
R J Hodgson... 2006
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Recently, whilst I uploaded photos of my German Shepherd Floyd. However, as I sat there cropping and adjusting, I took a moment; well several actually, and thought back to my friends my companions, my dogs, yes they are all still with me. I may not think of them every day, but they are all still there, in my mind and in my heart and the way in which they have impacted my life.
Judy, my first dog. Well not really my dog, she belonged to my parents but she’s still there, in my mind and heart. I was only four or maybe five when she died. I can’t remember why now, but one morning, my mom was crying and she was gone. And Beauts, she was the first to belong to me. I was four, Judy was aging, and Beauts was rejected by her mother. I don’t remember why, but I wanted her, and my mom agreed, but she admitted to me years later, she was afraid that I would be so hurt because there was little chance of her surviving, but she did.
And Lassie; my friend Gordon and I got the last two puppies in the litter. They were mongrels and to be honest, I really don’t know what breads they were but that doesn’t matter. Then came Rem, crazy Rem. He loved the snow; I still remember the first day he ever saw it. He was so unsure of what it was, but soon, dipped his little paws into the white stuff and never looked back. And then came Oscar.
Oscar was my first German Shepherd; I always wanted a German Shepherd; as long as I can remember. I sit here and remember the day I went to see him. It was a bad day. I was in a bad place, yet there he was. This huge bouncing dog at the rescue centre, unwanted and unloved. That was until I spent the day with him, and that as they say was that. Two new friends left that place and began a new life.
But life; yes life, finally ran out for Oscar, and that day came, the day that every loving owner dreads above all else. That day when the vet says, ‘there’s nothing more we can do!’ I remember it well. And then, well that was the day I decided that Oscar would be my last companion on this journey. Yet as the weeks turn into months, this path, this journey we call life was just too quiet; a lonely journey, and that was when I contacted the rescue centre once again. Later that day, they called with Floyd. Crazy Floyd, my little wolfie!
I love the way in which he rushes out to bark at passing jets. The way he howls at the moon then looks over to see if its okay.
Judy, Roy, Beauts, Lassie, Rem, Oscar, and Floyd. I remember the first time we met; each and ever one of you, I remember as if it were yesterday, and my heart smiles. Yet, I remember the day we said goodbye; each and every one, and my heart cries. They were, and are my friends, my companions. Beautiful creature who walk with me on this journey; this journey called life.
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