Most memorable

[Rona]

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So what is the most memorable day or event in each of your dogs lives?

My first Goldens most memorable moment was when I was told I could have her after she'd spent years in kennels

My second Golden excelled at retrieving. I can remember a day When the boss and landowner of the shoot hit a bird which glided over a very large field and disappeared into a wood. There were no picking up dogs in the vicinity, so I sent mine. The boss said that she would never get it and started trying to take bets. Before he's even finished talking my girl popped out of the wood with bird, there were roars of cheers. She did things like this many times but this is the one that stay with me

My third (Rona) was watching her walk up the road with my elderly mother. She was such a gentle girl

My fourth (Alfie) I don't know what to say here, his whole life with me was a joy. A little dog that had been shut in a conservatory and not exercised. Who couldn't walk on anything but a flat surface because his muscles were wasted.
The main things that make me smile when I think of him is his naughtiness , his rummaging in bags..........even if they weren't mine

Archie, such a difficult dog but I admired how he overcame his fears even when he was terrified The way he decided to go over a ladder stile even though we thought he couldn't and the way he handled the utter terror of the hydro pool to make it on of his favourite things

Go on, go though all your happy memories

 

[JudyN]

Oh gosh, so many memories...

When a dustbin lorry, which he found scary, was between us and the entrance to the heath where we walked. I gave him the choice whether to go past it or turn back and walk somewhere else, and I saw him pretty much gather himself together and walk on past the lorry, nervous but resolute. When we got to the other side he stopped, looked at me, and said (we were pretty much telepathic), 'I was a brave boy, wasn't I mum? do I get a treat for that?' And of course, he did.

When he was an adolescent reprobate, someone I occasionally met on walks told me, 'He thinks he's in charge and you're his bitch.' On another occasion we were walking together, with her rescue greyhound. The greyhound took off round a corner and Jasper, loving a good run with a sighthound, disappeared after. The woman told me that, actually, her nervous greyhound would be scared by being chased, not enjoy it. I called/whistled (can't remember which) Jasper to come back and she rolled her eyes, saying 'Yeah, like that's going to work.' Moments later, Jasper came hurtling back round the corner to me in a perfect recall

As for rummaging in bags - one day hubby was walking him along a path and a man came the other way with a carrier bag. Jasper said hello to him, stuck his head in the bag and came out with a pork pie, which he took to the side of the path, got the wrapper off, and ate. Hubby was mortified, but luckily the man thought it hilarious. This started a habit of 'pickpocketing' - he once got someone's car keys (they were on a fluffy-toy key fob) out of their bag without them even noticing - so we had to put him on lead whenever we saw someone with a carrier bag.

 

[JoanneF]

Timber has never liked water. But one year, on holiday, I though it would be good to get him accustomed to the water. It was warm, clear, there was a gentle run at the beach so I was able to wade out with him in my arms and gently let him into the water to get him to swim the short distance back to Mr F at the shore. He did it a few times, he clearly wasn't liking it but I was satisfied that if he ever fell into water, he'd be okay.

Two weeks later, we were near a lake. With ducks. And ducks, along with squirrels, were put on this earth with the sole purpose of tormenting small dogs.

So Timber launched himself into the lake, and started swimming out to where the ducks were. The ducks, of course, had taken off but that made no difference, he was on a mission.

We were calling him back, he was ignoring us. He was already further than he'd swum before and he was obviously going to have to swim back. Mr F said to me "you're going to have to take off your clothes and shoes and go and get him”. He's a real hero, my husband.

Fortunately, it was around then that Timber turned back and made it back to shore.

He has never voluntarily gone into any water larger than a puddle since.

 

[Rona]

As for rummaging in bags - one day hubby was walking him along a path and a man came the other way with a carrier bag. Jasper said hello to him, stuck his head in the bag and came out with a pork pie, which he took to the side of the path, got the wrapper off, and ate. Hubby was mortified, but luckily the man thought it hilarious. This started a habit of 'pickpocketing' - he once got someone's car keys (they were on a fluffy-toy key fob) out of their bag without them even noticing - so we had to put him on lead whenever we saw someone with a carrier bag.

Can be quite embarrassing can't it? Though often you are trying not to laugh as you apologies

 

[Mad Murphy]

Sheba our Battersea rescue was dark brown and smelly. When i first bathed her and the grime came off she was golden honey coloured with Cleopatra eyeliner. At first she wouldn't even walk across a room for fear of what might happen and crept round behind the furniture..

After about a year I was confident enough to enter her in a local scruffs dog show. As she stepped into that ring it was if she was born for the spotlight. She raised herself onto her toes , head up , tail like a huge ostrich feather waving behind her and she pranced she became the diva she was inside. She won second prize.

The dog we were warned might not survive became a star ..