We haven't had a dog of our own since we had to put our 15 year old poodle to sleep about four years ago.
However, we often have our daughter's two labs. They are pretty energetic and lots of fun.
The one sitting is ball crazy. If you don't pick up the ball and throw it for her, she'll pick it up and throw it at you.

Wow, Linda! Those dogs are beautiful! I am going to have to try to post a picture of my Sammie sometime soon. She is a mixed breed doggie - part golden retriever and part American Eskimo.

I love looking at these pictures!

BALL CRAZY? Bananas lived for food and his ball. I found it amusing that I worked with individuals with severe developmental disabilities at that time. I ran programs with some of them to have them respond to visual or auditory stimuli for as little as two seconds. Then we had Bananas. If I would ask Roger if he was going to watch the footBALL game that night, the dog would go ballistic. He loved it so much we had to have a ball drawer to keep it out of sight. He would not stop pestering to play if it were out. In the above example, he would pace back and forth to the ball drawer until one of us would cave and play. One cold, bitter winter day, my curiosity got the best of me. I bundled up and took out the revered ball. I wanted to see how long it would take for the dog to tire of retrieving his ball. After 30 minutes, I gave up and brought us in. He was so hot that he went to the vent system waiting for the air conditioning to come on and cool him down. He would have to wait about 5 months for that.

He loved the tennis ball so much, that I took him to the small town tennis court several times to practice my tennis serve. Oh, he was in heaven. I quickly learned to have only one ball out at a time, or he was confused. I served the ball, he retrieved it, dropped it, and waited for me to do it again. I had to bounce the slobber off, and rotate the balls after a bit.

The workers at the Coop station would decide to take a coffee break when I was there with Bananas. They would pull out their lawn chairs. I was apparently evil to the PE teacher, though. She would be bringing her class out to the field, and the kids lagged behind to watch the "crazy dog."

That dog was as intelligent as Zacchaeus, hyper-hyper, and demented. He jumped out of the car at 50 MPH, for whatever reason. Never, ever name your dog Bananas. Self-fulfilling prophecy is real!

You made the request of only using a resolution of 650 or lower to reduce the size to a reasonable level.

How do I know how large my picture will post? How do I know the resolution of the picture, and make adjustments. I have a few photos of Zacchaeus on Photobucket. Is there a way of doing it on that program?

Thanks!

How funny! We had Bananas for six years before we had the nerve to bring a baby home. As I wrote elsewhere, he was extremely jealous and nervous about having competition in the house. We watched him like a hawk for the rest of his life around our babies. (I never totally trust a dog around a child, and much as I love my pets, children are so much more important!) He was won over once our firstborn started eating solids and was so generous in sharing the people food. Had I known that, I would have spread peanut butter on her leg so he could lick it off of her. She would have been "good for something" from the start and he would have bonded from the beginning.

I was so afraid that my daughter's first word would be ball, and that would have driven me to the funny farm. First words are repeated over and over and over, and the dog would have gone to his drawer all the hours in a day. Fortunately, it was dolly.

I am so sorry your pooch cannot live with you. Such a sweetie. Those soulful eyes!

That is really funny about your dogs and balls, Linda and Bananas. Max isn't nuts about them at all, except that when we lived in a townhouse, we would sometimes hear a weird thump, thump, thump, thump echoing in the house. I finally followed it and it was Max, laying at the top of the stairs watching his tennis ball thump down the stairs! Then he'd trot down the stairs, pick it up, trot back up the stairs, lay down and push it with his nose so that it would thump, thump, thump down the stairs again! I think this was a game he played with himself when he was quite bored. He otherwise couldn't care less about balls (and we don't have any stairs now!).

These are our 4 babies. Addison, Max, Inga, and Buddy. Addison was wondering the streets with heartworms when she found us. She is well trained and at one point must have been someones doggie. $1000+ later to treat the heartworms she has been our "big baby" for 2 years. Buddy's parents had to get rid of him for some reason and he is the sweetiest loveable middle aged dog anyone could ask for. Inga is 13 and we bought her from a breeder. My son wanted a black boy so we went back 6 months later to the breeder and got him. They have the same "dad" but different moms.

A newer picture of my pound puppy, Maggie:

Here are my pet rats, Lyra and Maslow. (Lyra is gray, Maslow is the hooded rat.)

Cute! Do you have to wait your turn to use your computer after Lyra!

Here's my dog Nicky, waiting to go for a walk. Isn't she sitting nicely? When people ask me what kind of dog she is I say, "she's a black dog." We think she's part lab and part sharpei (?) but we don't really know, we're guessing.



And here she is getting ready to walk the line with me in October during our "incident". Mr Campbell is the name of our premier who caused the 2 week "incident" with his heavy handed politics. We made him blink.



She's not good with balls (doesn't quite get what to do) but she can tug on a rope for hours or until your arm gives out.

Heehee, that's my boyfriend's computer-- I have too many plants on my desk that they like to eat to have them play on mine. She loves to walk across his keyboard and push the buttons.

Here's pics from the zoo:


One of the baby dwarf hamsters (Peaches)


Stop and Go (the goldfish)


Scratch (the mother dwarf hamster)



The cats... oh wait, one of those is my sister.... Tigger, her cat, is the old man of the house (he's 10 years old)


Myboyfriend (that's his name) which is my cat.

The only people not pictured of course is myself and my beta fish - Jaws.

So cute, Tabz! Thanks so much for sharing the pictures. Son had a couple of dwarf hamsters. They did not survive the care Dad gave them between a move. He had another hamster from hell which chewed through the plastic water bottle, and even put a dent in the heavy duty one. It was an escape artist.