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What made you fall in love with your dog2007-11-25 2:53:32

When I saw the puppies I was thinking "all right, they are cute, but they are puppies." Then the breeder invited us back to see the parents. The mother was gorgeous. It was the father though.I saw him and started to drool. We went back, and had the pick of two females, we sat and watched them both for half and hour and picked out our girl. A few weeks later we came back and picked her up.

Today, she is just over a year old, and I really could not imagine my life without a Bernese Mountain Dog in it.

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when was in the 4th grade my parents told me the day before halloween that I could either go trick or treating or that my bro and I could go pick out our own puppies...what do you think we did? :) He picked this beautiful husky who had two blue eyes and she was just gorgeous...and I fell in love with this red pom pom the moment I tried to pick him up because when I did he screamed and I just loved his independant nature...my parents were so upset they wanted me to get the black pom pom who was quiet in the corner.but I'm a sucker for a barker, always have been

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Puppies are small and cute, like all baby animals including human babies - that's the way nature programs them, so that adults (animals and people) will take care of them. In your case it's a lot more that makes your dog special, and that's wonderful. So sorry about your brother but hope the dog is a great comfort to you for many years to come.

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He was a 'second-hand" dog, so to say, and came from an abusive background. I was bending over backwards trying to let him know he was finally safe, in his old age, and had landed in a mountain paradise of no leashes, no collars, no worries, and a loving momma. He was timid about his "constitutional rights", cowed. Eventually, he relaxed and eased into a good life. One day, while I was starting to build a fire in a little pot-bellied stove in the livingroom, he slithered off the sofa in a cute, coy way, dragging his legs behind him. He sat by me where I knelt by the stove, and seemed curious about the "process". I showed him what I was doing, first the wadded up newspaper, then the kindling, then a log. He peeked into the stove and checked it all out. Then, out came the mighty lighter and, whoose, there was FIRE! He then assumed the job of bringing the "right" log, wrestling with it from the pile in his teeth and, plomp, he'd dump it on my foot whenever he was cold and wanted to start a fire. He worked up to "helping" me wad up the newspapers in a playful way. He seemed to be "checking out" whether or not I was doing the "process" correctly. He was very chauvinistic about me being a mere "woman" doing something so complicated. For real. Then, one day, he stopped me before I flicked the lighter. He put his paw so carefully on the top of it, and, you should have seen the expression on his face. It was awe and a sense of honor at having acheived the "right" to touch a maker of fire. He pawed at it then, as though he was flicking it. I pretended to go along with him, all souped up about how he made the lighter work. We both stuck our noses close to the fire and he watched the flame catch and whoosh. Oh, my, he was proud of himself. I fell in love with him that day. I lost him a year ago. His name was Taco.

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the look in his eyes!

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I think it was her sad eyes that made me rescue her from the Puppy Mill she lived in. Poor darling, kept in a tiny cage and never petted or groomed. She's just the best dog we've ever had and shows her appreciation for rescuing her by loving us to death. She's now a St. John's Ambulance Therapy Dog and gets lots of loving from the seniors and sick folks we visit.

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I live in Windsor, Ontario and happened to see in a Toledo, OH newspaper a free 3 yr old English mastiff ASAP. I couldn't believe it! I drove to Ohio that same day to get him. He had that "face" and HUGE body! I bent down to pet him and he put his arm around me. That was it...love at first sight. 4 yrs later and he's still a momma's boy :)