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A little girl asked her Mom, "Mom, may I take the dog for a walk around the block?" Mom said, "No, because she is in heat." "What's that mean?" asked the child. "Go ask your father. I think he's in the garage." The little girl goes to the garage and says, "Dad, may I take Belle for a walk
around the block? I asked Mom, but she said the dog was in heat, and to come ask you." Dad said, "Bring Belle over here." He took a rag, soaked it with gasoline, and scrubbed the dog's backside with it to disguise the scent, and said, "OK, you can go now, but keep Belle on the leash,and only go one time round the block." The little girl left and returned a few minutes later with no dog on the leash. Surprised, Dad asked, "Where's Belle?"

"She ran out of gas about halfway down the block, So another dog is pushing her home."

Looking forward to hearing back from a happy, healthy mommy about a happy healthy baby! We'll be thinking of you!

We're going to be moving (in about a year) from Central Florida to Northern California. Any advice on driving the big paws vs. flying them? The car trip would be long and tedious, but they know the car. A plane would be shorter and over with, but stressful, even with doggie drugs. Any opinions?

Koji went today for his second set of shots. He was perfectly healthy (yeah!  ) but apparently he'll need to have his herniated belly button thingy closed up. I guess this is not too uncommon and is a pretty simple surgery, but I haven't run into it before. Have you guys?

Niko is 10. Poor old man... We adopted him when he was 5. He had a long and illustrious racing career before he came home to us. He had to learn stairs, sliding glass doors and kids, but he has done great. He is getting grey (no pun intended) around the muzzle, and his teeth are getting bad more often. (We do dentals every 6 months, but they get yucky more often now). About a month ago, he had a stroke that left him kind of dragging his left front and rear paws just a little. He trembles and shakes when he has to hold his weight up to go potty. I know it could be worse, but I didn't have dogs until I was a grown up and this is the first one I've had until old age. (One had to be put down, and one went with ex in a divorce). So, really, I just don't know how to deal with my aging puppy. Am I just going to come home and find him one day? It is so dorky to be all worried about it now, and I know I should just enjoy his company and put it out of my mind, but it's freaking me out. Any words of advice? (Besides "Don't be a dork".) 

Hello Big Paw People! I just joined this forum yesterday and I have really been diggin' it. I'm a stay at home mom in St. Pete Florida, and I have 4 human kids - two almost 8 year olds, one almost 4 year old and a 17 month old. In additon to those guys, I have a 10 year old brindle greyhound. We rescued him not only from the SPCA and a brutal life of racing, but from the ridiculous name "JR's Rooster". We call him Niko, which actually means "cat" in Japanese (don't ask) and that started a Japanese naming trend for all pets to come. About three years ago, a friend of our brought us this silly looking 6 month old puppy - brindle with one blue eye and one brown eye. She found him on the side of the highway. I'm a sucker for brindles, and so she joined us and goes by the moniker "Tani" (rhymes with Bonnie) which means "sweetheart" and "bull that charges randomly". Tani appears to be part aussie and part, uh, we're guessing boxer? She has turned out to be the most amazing awesomely smart super sweet family dog ever on the whole face of the earth. We got so lucky! With Niko's advanced age and failing health, and subsequent lack of interest in anything other than eating and sleeping, poor Tani was bored and restless. What could we do? Get a puppy, of course!! Koji (means "abundance" as in "of dogs, of children, whatever...) is now 12 weeks old. His mom is an aussie and his dad is a berner. Koji is all black with a little patch of white studly chest hair. He's so sweet, and he and Tani have turned out to be great friends already. Although, he likes to hump her head, which I find disturbing, since it's his sister and all. My husband reminds me, though, that he doesn't know it's his sister. Still - eeew. Last but not least, we have a three year old sleek and sexy black cat who doesn't listen to the name Kenji which means "second son" (since we got him after we got Niko). Kenji tolerates the dogs quite well, and seems to prefer them to the kittens I foster for a local rescue. Anyway, if you've read this far, thanks for staying interested in my rambling and feel free to contact me if you want to chat! I'm surrounded by animals and kids all day, so the occasional adult conversation, even if it's in text, is very welcome!