My oldest friend and I have been buds since 8th grade. OTTO is not apparently a fan. Every time my buddy comes over (maybe every other year) we go to a Cubs game, come home drunk, my buddy sleeps it off in the guest room then he goes back to Indiana. Well, OTTO has pissed on his leg every single time he has been over. Every time. Even once when I took OTTO over to his house. OTTO will walk up, from behind, hike his leg, and let it fly. OTTO has never done that to anyone else.
Dog bed/Cat house, whatever you call it, my rugrat will make sure it is being unorthodox in its use regardless. He's been my best friend since before this forum was born.......
Last night was really rough. Up all night with OTTO as he moaned and panted. His back legs are swole up with lymphedema. Has a hard time getting up. Made an at home appointment for tomorrow evening, but damned if he didn't rebound a lot today. I put him back on prednisone and a painkiller. His appetite returned and he was much more mobile, happy, and active this evening. Playful attitude (mind if not body) and alert. And hungry. He got to eat a pound of ground venison and quite a bit of beef steak fat tonight. And wanted more. See how he does overnight, but I may make a call in the AM to put it off for a couple days. I know some of it's for me, but looks like he's got some left in the tank, at least with those additives. I won't run him dry as empty if possible, but he's not there yet. Not yet.
Good luck with your decision dnoodles. I still wonder if I went to early. Not sure if there is a good time. Enjoy your time with him. Seems to have been a rough year for our furry friends so far.
looking at OTTO and his 'sister' Scout as they sleep side by side on their beds, really overcome by how different they are. Scout is a great dog, she's sweet and smart, very alert and playful, good watchdog (different than a guard dog) and a people-pleasing clown at heart. Very obedient and well-trained. But she is almost an entirely different animal than OTTO. She's just a dog. A great dog, but a dog. OTTO is more than her. Just no other way to describe him. He's had thousands of dollars in training, and while he knows all commands, he obeys them when he wants, on his terms. He would literally die to protect us but doesn't want our approval; he demands our acceptance. He's a SOB and a bit of a bully to any non-family. He doesn't much like kids and has no respect for anyone who is afraid of him. But he also has a great sense of humor and does things and plays pranks just to amuse himself. He knows when I am down, and tries to comfort me and cheer me up. I've had quite a few dogs. Some really good ones. He's more than just a dog.
thanks. He just jumped up on the couch for the first time in 2-3 days, which is 'not allowed' although rarely enforced. No way am I telling him to get down. He gets to do whatever the F he wants from here on out.
We had a male cocker spaniel/terrier named Bandit. Was always good in the house and never had an accident. Outside he would lift his leg and pee on everything. The wife would always wrap up a chew bone and put it under the Xmas tree for Bandit. Didn't matter how many days it laid under the tree, Bandit knew it was under there but wouldn't touch it. When Tyler would come home from school, he would tease Bandit that he was going to open it and eat it. Bandit would guard it, growl and bark at Tyler. Tyler thought it was funny. Brandit not so much. After that, if Tyler forgot and left his bedroom door open, Bandit would sneak up stairs. He would lift his leg and piss on the corner of Tyler's bed or any clothes that Tyler left on the floor in his bedroom. Never went in any other bedroom, just Tyler's. I think he was letting Tyler know where he belonged in the pecking order. Wife, me, anybody else, Bandit and way, way at the bottom... Tyler. At Xmas, the kids would hand the presents out. Bandit would be guarding his from Tyler. Once everyone had theirs, we would tell Bandit to get his present. He would run under the tree and grab it. Run under the coffee table, rip the paper off and eat it while we opened presents. That part was pretty neat. Him getting in Tyler's bedroom, not so much. The wife would give Tyler more hell than she did Bandit when it happened, which he deserved.
I love it when dogs decide their place in the pecking order - humans be damned. I had OTTO for a year with Mrs. (x)Noodles 1.0. He would piss on her stuff. Never respected her (better judge of character than I.) She never really liked him much, and honestly and thankfully was a partial catalyst for the divorce. Mrs. Noodles (2.0) is his buddy. Yes, he would choose me over her, but not by much. I am OK with that.
I'll try it, probably better than goving him drugs all the time. For while he'd mess around long enough would cause a hot spot and had to go to vet few times. Knock on wood hasn't had one of them in while tho Sent from my SM-G950U using Tapatalk
You've had me crying and looking at pics of Angel and her boys. Man am I glad I finally got that kindle charged to retrieve all the pics Enjoy every second with Otto
He gets a reprieve today. He did well overnight. The painkiller and prednisone combo are working well for now
That's funny, we had a German Shorthair that was a great mouser. She was a really good bird dog too, but when you took her out pheasant hunting you had a 50/50 chance that a point from her was a pheasant or a mouse. She would full on lock up and point a mouse, same as a game bird.
My GSP did the same thing and then gave a funny look when I didn't shoot it! Sent from my SM-G981U using Tapatalk
OTTO October 8, 2013 - February 25, 2022 He was a great dog, did his job until the end. He had a good last day.
I'm sorry to hear this dnoodles. Maybe frame some memorable pictures to keep the memories fresh. Sent from my SM-G981U using Tapatalk
thanks, spent several hours tonight going through my phones for all my pics of him. Took a lot the past couple years, not so much when he was younger. But I got a couple old phones in my junk drawer that are charging right now, going to pull whatever is on there off and save them. Going to have one made into an actual canvas painting, there's a service that does that now. He was a handsome SOB and he knew it; he would approve.
