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Dogs of The SMB.


My first dog, a white and brindle whippet, was a bit of an escape artist. I was seven when we got him and he’d regularly scarper if the gate was open, usually to be found at my school gate waiting for me to come out. He died when I was at uni, still feel a bit like I let him down not being around when it happened. The current hound is a lot like him but on steroids!

Don’t beat yourself up Mate. We lived along from the school and my first Lab, Sally would hang over the wall waiting for the kids to feed her cake. Wrong I know but She was a Lab thus liked food and used her charm to get fed 🤣
 
Don’t beat yourself up Mate. We lived along from the school and my first Lab, Sally would hang over the wall waiting for the kids to feed her cake. Wrong I know but She was a Lab thus liked food and used her charm to get fed 🤣
They are food driven beyond belief like, my family dog is a black lab called Ben and he’s getting owa the hill now he’s a complete biscuit barrel.
 
I'm hoping the Rainbow Bridge is real. If it could be, it would be mayhem if my 3 were waiting for me. What dreams are made of.

It's comforting thinking my Dad is somewhere surrounded by all the dogs we've lost.

He talked about my dogs that much that some people at the funeral asked me what was going to happen to his dogs and I had to explain they were my dogs!
I know Mate.
Posted before but reckon the bridge is on the other side and our Labs are looking down. Your Ben will be with mine ❤️




I don’t know how I will get by when I lose Ted.
Dread the moment, day and time.
The Black Lab Joe in my photo died in my Brothers Arms from a stroke. Vet came out to ensure no suffering. My Brother said worst experience of his life 😢

Jack and a young Charlie with a rainbow

 
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I know Mate.
Posted before but reckon the bridge is on the other side and our Labs are looking down. Your Ben will be with mine ❤️

What I find quite strange is that I don't think I believe in an afterlife for me, or relatives.
But everything I do with any of my dogs, I think Shep (my first dog, the GSD that tought me all about dogs) will be looking down to make sure I'm doing it right, and treating them properly.

I really hope I'm wrong about the afterlife, because I would really love to meet him again, hug him, and thank him for what he showed me.

Still think about him every day. ❤
 
They are food driven beyond belief like, my family dog is a black lab called Ben and he’s getting owa the hill now he’s a complete biscuit barrel.
we had a chocolate lab when I was growing up and he was the greediest thing I've ever seen. was the runt and think that played it's part too as well as being a lab.

he once somehow managed to grab an unopened family pack of crisps from the back of the bench overnight. he'd always try and nab things he could reach so this was right at the back and considered safe, and he was getting on so I imagine he spent ours trying to get it.

absolute carnage the next morning as he'd eaten about 30 packets of crisps overnight, drank every drop of his water and as a result pissed and threw up all over the kitchen.

same lad once managed to get hold of my sister's handbag which had an apple in it left from earlier the day, got that when him that as well as a sleeve of paracetamol. Had to have his stomach pumped as every homemade vomiting up remedy the vets suggested he'd lap up and beg for more.

somehow made it to 15.
 
we had a chocolate lab when I was growing up and he was the greediest thing I've ever seen. was the runt and think that played it's part too as well as being a lab.

he once somehow managed to grab an unopened family pack of crisps from the back of the bench overnight. he'd always try and nab things he could reach so this was right at the back and considered safe, and he was getting on so I imagine he spent ours trying to get it.

absolute carnage the next morning as he'd eaten about 30 packets of crisps overnight, drank every drop of his water and as a result pissed and threw up all over the kitchen.

same lad once managed to get hold of my sister's handbag which had an apple in it left from earlier the day, got that when him that as well as a sleeve of paracetamol. Had to have his stomach pumped as every homemade vomiting up remedy the vets suggested he'd lap up and beg for more.

somehow made it to 15.
Said many times, Labs just have dustbins where their stomach should be.

They will eat absolutely anything.🤣
 
Said many times, Labs just have dustbins where their stomach should be.

They will eat absolutely anything.🤣
Cassie was only a pup and one night we had gammon for tea. I put the bacofoil from the grill into the kitchen bin. The following morning I went downstairs and she had tipped the bin and eaten the bacofoil.
Her poos included the bacofoil which shone in the dark.
Lesson learned, and bin is now in a cupboard.
 
Cassie was only a pup and one night we had gammon for tea. I put the bacofoil from the grill into the kitchen bin. The following morning I went downstairs and she had tipped the bin and eaten the bacofoil.
Her poos included the bacofoil which shone in the dark.
Lesson learned, and bin is now in a cupboard.

Sam used to eat foil and he also had a fetish for eating crayons. I'm sure I could have won a Turner Art prize with some of his multi coloured sparkly poos 😂

Facebook memories today. Tears from the bairn aged 4 as she'd been shooting Jack with a spud gun, so he took the potato off her and ate it 😂
 
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It's comforting thinking my Dad is somewhere surrounded by all the dogs we've lost.

He talked about my dogs that much that some people at the funeral asked me what was going to happen to his dogs and I had to explain they were my dogs!


Jack and a young Charlie with a rainbow

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Beautiful ❤️
Such intelligent dogs.
Sam used to eat foil and he also had a fetish for eating crayons. I'm sure I could have won a Turner Art prize with some of his multi coloured sparkly poos 😂

Facebook memories today. Tears from the bairn aged 4 as she'd been shooting Jack with a spud gun, so he took the potato off her and ate it 😂

My second Lab Ben was the dirtiest of the lot. He would find decomposed animals and carry them around. Dead Rabbits appeared to be his favourite.
He would growl wagging his tail and running off if you got close. I used to spend many walks literally throwing up 🤣
Always had to flea him as well.

The final straw when my Dad was about to have his tea one night and he sat next to him. A gurgle and a decomposed Starling was at my Dads feet.
His tea went back in the oven 🤣🤣

Not known anything like it. Was his own character and would vault huge gates to walk across fields to a farm where they had females Labs. In season a nightmare however we knew where he was.
He was the best worker mind. As you would say a right gadgee. If a human would live in a hoodie.🤣
 
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They are food driven beyond belief like,
That's the survival instinct, they never know when the next food will be available so need to fill up when they can. Sometimes to the point of bursting. :lol:
My second Lab Ben was the dirtiest of the lot. He would find decomposed animals and carry them around. Dead Rabbits appeared to be his favourite.
He would growl wagging his tail and running off if you got close.
Such things are a gift for their owner, cats are the same with mice. Dog thinks; this is lovely so would be a great present for my owner
 
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Beautiful ❤️
Such intelligent dogs.


My second Lab Ben was the dirtiest of the lot. He would find decomposed animals and carry them around. Dead Rabbits appeared to be his favourite.
He would growl wagging his tail and running off if you got close. I used to spend many walks literally throwing up 🤣
Always had to flea him as well.

The final straw when my Dad was about to have his tea one night and he sat next to him. A gurgle and a decomposed Starling was at my Dads feet.
His tea went back in the oven 🤣🤣

Not known anything like it. Was his own character and would vault huge gates to walk across fields to a farm where they had females Labs. In season a nightmare however we knew where he was.
He was the best worker mind. As you would say a right gadgee. If a human would live in a hoodie.🤣
My nearest neighbour has a golden lab. Jack.
Real character. Often comes across the river into our garden to see and play with Bobs.
My neighbour told me he caught him with a rancid decomposing heron a couple of weeks ago, and chased him all around the field to get it off him. 🤣
 
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