Do you have a cool,funny,or sad dog story?

Question

I will give you 10 points for the best!

Please no sad stories any more.

Answer 1

I have a sad story....

When my husband and I first bought our house, we both knew we wanted to a get a German Shepherd Puppy as soon as we were settled. Our son was almost three and we knew it would be great for him and the dog to grow up with one another.

So we searched local breeders and found just the right puppy.... he was all East German and had great parents... we met them they were so handsome and sweet.... we knew he'd be a great dog.

We named him Igor (we had to pick a name starting with "I") and he was only ten weeks old, but he was so smart and so well behaved he didn't seem that young.

We immediately stated training him and he learned sooo fast. He also loved my son to death and played in the yard with him every day, never leaving his side despite the distractions of other dogs walking by the house or cats running through the yard. Igor even slept in front of my son's door while he napped.

I was so thrilled that we had found such a great little dog, never chewed things he wasn't supposed to, always sat for petting and learned to do his business outside in a matter to three days!!!

Well, wanting to protect our little darling doggie, we made sure he was vaccinated and we got him a flea/tick collar so he wouldn't get bitten.

The morning after we put the flea collar on him, I noticed he looked a bit funny.... his ears were pulled back and together and his face appeared tight. When I touched him, his legs were stiff. Something was very wrong. I knew it must have been a reaction to the collar so I removed it, put it in a plastic bag and took the 14 week old pup to the vet.

The vet couldn't tell what was going on with Igor. The symptoms they saw could either be insecticide poisoning from the flea collar or it could be Tetanus. They searched the dog's body for cuts or scrapes where he may have contracted Tetanus, but there was not a mark on him. They were pretty sure it was the reaction to the collar that did it, but they couldn't treat him at their little hospital so they sent us to Tufts Animal Hospital.

The vets at Tufts tried for three days to help our pups recover from the poisoning, but sadly, his muscles kept tightening and his suffering was only increasing, so we made the decision to let him go. My poor baby was so sweet and so brave as I held his tiny head in my lap. He looked up at me with such loving and understanding eyes, as my tears fell onto his shiny black fur.

I lost my gentle little puppy and my son's best friend, Igor, that day and it still saddens me to think that such a simple move as getting him a flea/tick collar ended his short life.

I actually tried to press charges against the Hartz company for his death and they said there was no proof it was their product which killed him.... even with letters from my vet, since I had no autopsy, I had no case.

I have read many articles from people who have gone through the same thing as well and I can only hope to let more people know about this and hopefully save some other puppies'' lives. Please don't use flea/tick collars on your dogs or cats. It's not worth the risk to avoid a few bug bites.

Answer 2

It was a sad story.

I have a yellow lab mix. Her name is Cheyanne. She lived in New Orleans and she had an owner that made her a hunting dog. So she is very obedient. But the owner shot her in the waist and didn't care. We know that because the bullet is grown into her hip (x-rays). We also seen that one of her back legs is shorter then the other. The owner put her in a back of a pick up and she fell off and thats what made her leg like that. It is 4 inches shorter then the other one. This is permanent. So no matter how big she will grow her leg will stay the same length. Also she was in Hurricane Katrina. When this happened her owner abandoned her when she was PREGNANT! She was also in Hurricane Rita. She was found on the highway carrying her puppies at the time. Then when they put her in a kennel, her owner found her and didn't want her anylonger. So we have her now and she is as sweet as can be and very appriciative. We got her from the Lab Rescue and she was being fostered at the time. She will never leave my mothers side. She is perfect! I would never regret having her as my dog.

This is a True Story.

Answer 3

I work with a rescue group fostering dogs, and so far have found permanent homes for all of them (seven) Anyway I got this old yellow Lab called Quincy to foster, he was nine years old with sores all over as he had been kept outside all the time, incidentally to adopt a dog from our group he has to become an inside dog, I just loved Quincy and never thought he would ever be adopted, but that was OK with me.Then one day I got a call from a lady in Wisconsin I live in Minnesota, who said she would like to meet Quincy, she drove all the way and just fell in love with him sores and all, she told me her own dog an old Lab had just passed away and she wanted another old dog, Quincy fit the bill perfectly. Although I was sad to see him go, it was great to know he had a permanent home.

Answer 4

I have a sad story.
We have a weiner dog, Watson. I haven't been home for a while and when I finally did I looked down at Watson and began to cry. He has become so overweight that his little legs couldn't even hold him up while he was trying to walk - he would fall over to one side. I just started to cry! Then my mom told me that on top of being overweight, he has a bad back ;( he is taking medication now and is doing much better, but it was a sad day to see him unable to keep himself up. I just love that little weiner Watson.

Answer 5

Well every year our city has a hot air balloon race and they got really close to our house so my dog ran away to get away from them. We couldn't find her for like a week then someone brought her to our house saying she was just hit by a slow moving train. Now her nerves are messed up and she can't really walk. No one really knows how soon her death will be but we hope it's not soon.