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Dogs of The SMB.


Got me thinking yesterday regarding the intelligence of dogs and their unique personalities. Sure we know they can’t communicate vocally with us but they are an incredible creature of habit and understand time, smell, hearing and sight.
For those that post on this thread being dog lovers it’s why we devout our love to them.
How can we really tell if they are in pain? We search for the answer by talking to them and we get the look and maybe a cry which we have to interpret.

We make that wonderful connection with them and why we basically love them with our hearts. We know the more we give the more they give back.
When I see cruelty to dogs I therefore can understand that they must be feeling that real sadness inside and it’s heartbreaking. Or do they not know any different?

I sat with Ted yesterday gazing across a large reservoir and on my own, just him and me. I got a real sad bolt in my stomach looking at him and seeing an older dog. A dog that has given me everything and more. A kind, gentle, soft, loyal and intelligent dog.
I had to pull myself away from the dark thoughts of thinking the last day when we part. At that point the wind picked up and I had a slight dusting of grit in my eyes.

I carried on walking and then a smile. “Car” and a gentle hand gesture and he gazed at the oncoming car, gave me a quick look and moved right to the side of the track to let the car pass. The 2 passengers in the car smiling as they drive past looking at him just sitting there.

Just Friday ramblings and a moment to give our wonderful dogs a cuddle and some reassuring love. ❤️
 
Got me thinking yesterday regarding the intelligence of dogs and their unique personalities. Sure we know they can’t communicate vocally with us but they are an incredible creature of habit and understand time, smell, hearing and sight.
For those that post on this thread being dog lovers it’s why we devout our love to them.
How can we really tell if they are in pain? We search for the answer by talking to them and we get the look and maybe a cry which we have to interpret.

We make that wonderful connection with them and why we basically love them with our hearts. We know the more we give the more they give back.
When I see cruelty to dogs I therefore can understand that they must be feeling that real sadness inside and it’s heartbreaking. Or do they not know any different?

I sat with Ted yesterday gazing across a large reservoir and on my own, just him and me. I got a real sad bolt in my stomach looking at him and seeing an older dog. A dog that has given me everything and more. A kind, gentle, soft, loyal and intelligent dog.
I had to pull myself away from the dark thoughts of thinking the last day when we part. At that point the wind picked up and I had a slight dusting of grit in my eyes.

I carried on walking and then a smile. “Car” and a gentle hand gesture and he gazed at the oncoming car, gave me a quick look and moved right to the side of the track to let the car pass. The 2 passengers in the car smiling as they drive past looking at him just sitting there.

Just Friday ramblings and a moment to give our wonderful dogs a cuddle and some reassuring love. ❤️
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Yep, dog of mischief although he’s mostly well behaved these days.
Be careful though, Lokis are also very cunning so will doubtlessly have a plan building up :D
Got me thinking yesterday regarding the intelligence of dogs and their unique personalities. Sure we know they can’t communicate vocally with us but they are an incredible creature of habit and understand time, smell, hearing and sight.
For those that post on this thread being dog lovers it’s why we devout our love to them.
How can we really tell if they are in pain? We search for the answer by talking to them and we get the look and maybe a cry which we have to interpret.

We make that wonderful connection with them and why we basically love them with our hearts. We know the more we give the more they give back.
When I see cruelty to dogs I therefore can understand that they must be feeling that real sadness inside and it’s heartbreaking. Or do they not know any different?

I sat with Ted yesterday gazing across a large reservoir and on my own, just him and me. I got a real sad bolt in my stomach looking at him and seeing an older dog. A dog that has given me everything and more. A kind, gentle, soft, loyal and intelligent dog.
I had to pull myself away from the dark thoughts of thinking the last day when we part. At that point the wind picked up and I had a slight dusting of grit in my eyes.

I carried on walking and then a smile. “Car” and a gentle hand gesture and he gazed at the oncoming car, gave me a quick look and moved right to the side of the track to let the car pass. The 2 passengers in the car smiling as they drive past looking at him just sitting there.

Just Friday ramblings and a moment to give our wonderful dogs a cuddle and some reassuring love. ❤️
Dogs know more than humans will ever understand, their brains are always on the go.
 
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Got me thinking yesterday regarding the intelligence of dogs and their unique personalities. Sure we know they can’t communicate vocally with us but they are an incredible creature of habit and understand time, smell, hearing and sight.
For those that post on this thread being dog lovers it’s why we devout our love to them.
How can we really tell if they are in pain? We search for the answer by talking to them and we get the look and maybe a cry which we have to interpret.

We make that wonderful connection with them and why we basically love them with our hearts. We know the more we give the more they give back.
When I see cruelty to dogs I therefore can understand that they must be feeling that real sadness inside and it’s heartbreaking. Or do they not know any different?

I sat with Ted yesterday gazing across a large reservoir and on my own, just him and me. I got a real sad bolt in my stomach looking at him and seeing an older dog. A dog that has given me everything and more. A kind, gentle, soft, loyal and intelligent dog.
I had to pull myself away from the dark thoughts of thinking the last day when we part. At that point the wind picked up and I had a slight dusting of grit in my eyes.

I carried on walking and then a smile. “Car” and a gentle hand gesture and he gazed at the oncoming car, gave me a quick look and moved right to the side of the track to let the car pass. The 2 passengers in the car smiling as they drive past looking at him just sitting there.

Just Friday ramblings and a moment to give our wonderful dogs a cuddle and some reassuring love. ❤️
Mate, you have nailed it with this post.I

I have tried most of my life, from the first time I experienced that "bond", to explain the communication between me and my dog. I can't find the words. It's borderline spiritual.

I talk to him, and he is absolutely desperate to understand. You can almost see the frustration in him that he just doesn't get it.
But he "gets" the feeling, the general meaning. He just knows.

And vica versa. I just know what he is feeling, and what he either needs or wants. As he has grown, our communication has developed from a paw swipe, a little bark, a little throaty growl, a nose bump on my knee. He still sometimes does all of those things.
But now, in most cases now he doesn't even need to do that. He just has different "looks". And I just know.

No other animal can communicate like that.

I can't imagine my life without that, and conversely it scares the shit out of me, that he might find himself without me. He would be lost.

Thats why he will be my last.

Like you say mate, everyone just call them over, and just give them all a little cuddle, just for the hell of it. 🧡🧡🧡
 
Mate, you have nailed it with this post.I

I have tried most of my life, from the first time I experienced that "bond", to explain the communication between me and my dog. I can't find the words. It's borderline spiritual.

I talk to him, and he is absolutely desperate to understand. You can almost see the frustration in him that he just doesn't get it.
But he "gets" the feeling, the general meaning. He just knows.

And vica versa. I just know what he is feeling, and what he either needs or wants. As he has grown, our communication has developed from a paw swipe, a little bark, a little throaty growl, a nose bump on my knee. He still sometimes does all of those things.
But now, in most cases now he doesn't even need to do that. He just has different "looks". And I just know.

No other animal can communicate like that.

I can't imagine my life without that, and conversely it scares the shit out of me, that he might find himself without me. He would be lost.

Thats why he will be my last.

Like you say mate, everyone just call them over, and just give them all a little cuddle, just for the hell of it. 🧡🧡🧡
Last night my wife said I’ve saved Loki a bit of chicken. Cue Loki sitting in front of her “ singing”. I know it’s daft thinking his language comprehension is that sophisticated but it certainly looked ( sounded!) that way.
 
Mate, you have nailed it with this post.I

I have tried most of my life, from the first time I experienced that "bond", to explain the communication between me and my dog. I can't find the words. It's borderline spiritual.

I talk to him, and he is absolutely desperate to understand. You can almost see the frustration in him that he just doesn't get it.
But he "gets" the feeling, the general meaning. He just knows.

And vica versa. I just know what he is feeling, and what he either needs or wants. As he has grown, our communication has developed from a paw swipe, a little bark, a little throaty growl, a nose bump on my knee. He still sometimes does all of those things.
But now, in most cases now he doesn't even need to do that. He just has different "looks". And I just know.

No other animal can communicate like that.

I can't imagine my life without that, and conversely it scares the shit out of me, that he might find himself without me. He would be lost.

Thats why he will be my last.

Like you say mate, everyone just call them over, and just give them all a little cuddle, just for the hell of it. 🧡🧡🧡

We were talking about that just last night.
Once I lose Ted I will be lost and just don’t think I could take on another dog.
Only knows how I come back from losing this one. Going to need some support Mate.♥️
 
Last night my wife said I’ve saved Loki a bit of chicken. Cue Loki sitting in front of her “ singing”. I know it’s daft thinking his language comprehension is that sophisticated but it certainly looked ( sounded!) that way.
It's not daft mate. It would be daft to think otherwise. 😁
We were talking about that just last night.
Once I lose Ted I will be lost and just don’t think I could take on another dog.
Only knows how I come back from losing this one. Going to need some support Mate.♥️
Got it marra.
We were talking about that just last night.
Once I lose Ted I will be lost and just don’t think I could take on another dog.
Only knows how I come back from losing this one. Going to need some support Mate.♥️
Bobby has to meet The Boss marra, to show him what he has to become.
We have to make that happen.👍
 
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Mate, you have nailed it with this post.I

I have tried most of my life, from the first time I experienced that "bond", to explain the communication between me and my dog. I can't find the words. It's borderline spiritual.

I talk to him, and he is absolutely desperate to understand. You can almost see the frustration in him that he just doesn't get it.
But he "gets" the feeling, the general meaning. He just knows.

And vica versa. I just know what he is feeling, and what he either needs or wants. As he has grown, our communication has developed from a paw swipe, a little bark, a little throaty growl, a nose bump on my knee. He still sometimes does all of those things.
But now, in most cases now he doesn't even need to do that. He just has different "looks". And I just know.

No other animal can communicate like that.

I can't imagine my life without that, and conversely it scares the shit out of me, that he might find himself without me. He would be lost.

Thats why he will be my last.

Like you say mate, everyone just call them over, and just give them all a little cuddle, just for the hell of it. 🧡🧡🧡
The mutual respect & friendship that some of us have with our canine friends. Total understanding of behaviour & mannerisms, things that are difficult to replicate between us which is why it hurts so much without them.

Apologies for mentioning that but it's true.
Last night my wife said I’ve saved Loki a bit of chicken. Cue Loki sitting in front of her “ singing”. I know it’s daft thinking his language comprehension is that sophisticated but it certainly looked ( sounded!) that way.
It's not daft, ours sing daily for their pouch from a few mins before the usual time until it's eaten. The barkershop* singing trio :eek:

* Similar to barbershop style but not as tuneful.
 
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The mutual respect & friendship that some of us have with our canine friends. Total understanding of behaviour & mannerisms, things that are difficult to replicate between us which is why it hurts so much without them.
Yes, it will hurt without him.

My point is more that at my stage of life, it is equally possible that he may find himself without me.
Just not sure that he could cope with that.

He would still be safe and loved by my wife and family. He would want for nowt. But a big part of him would be missing, and he wouldn't understand why.

I will probably outlive him, but he is my last.
I couldn't bear for a dog to be left without his constant, his extention of himself. He would simply not understand and be devastated.

That's why it is just right that Bobs is the last one.
@Swindon On Tour .

It's not sad though mate.

He is the culmination of all the dogs I have loved.

Everything all my dogs have tought me over the years are wrapped up in how me and this little man have developed.

Yes I have tought them recall, how to walk on the lead, sit, stay, be gentle etc.

But that is nowt compared to what they have tought me about love, devotion, understanding and care.

If you calculate who has learned more about decency and care for others, they have tought me way more than I have instructed them.

And it has all given me the ability to end up with Bobs.

Not sad that he is my last one.

It is perfect. 🙂
 
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Yes, it will hurt without him.

My point is more that at my stage of life, it is equally possible that he may find himself without me.
Just not sure that he could cope with that.

He would still be safe and loved by my wife and family. He would want for nowt. But a big part of him would be missing, and he wouldn't understand why.

I will probably outlive him, but he is my last.
I couldn't bear for a dog to be left without his constant, his extention of himself. He would simply not understand and be devastated.

That's why it is just right that Bobs is the last one.
@Swindon On Tour .

It's not sad though mate.

He is the culmination of all the dogs I have loved.

Everything all my dogs have tought me over the years are wrapped up in how me and this little man have developed.

Yes I have tought them recall, how to walk on the lead, sit, stay, be gentle etc.

But that is nowt compared to what they have tought me about love, devotion, understanding and care.

If you calculate who has learned more about decency and care for others, they have tought me way more than I have instructed them.

And it has all given me the ability to end up with Bobs.

Not sad that he is my last one.

It is perfect. 🙂
I know where you're coming from with that, my point is thast it isn't purely about me when I go it's about how it affects what I leave behind & how it affects them bearing in mind they're with me most of their waking hours so follow my every move for company.
 
Got a new washing machine delivered this morning. I shut Charlie in the utility room out of the way so he didn't bark at the delivery men. They left it in the porch.

I opened the utility and let him out to go and sniff the new machine. He went racing down the hall into the porch, then saw it and tried to stop by just putting his legs out in front of him. He hit the door threshold, fell over that and ended up rolling sideways into the new machine. He's definitely not all there 😂
 
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