Category: Dog Blogging

Sunday Evening Dog Blogging: Reader Dogs

Sunday, June 3rd, 2012

This is Audie, owned by reader Janeen McMurtrie.

Sunday Evening Dog Blogging: Reader Dogs

Sunday, May 20th, 2012

Here’s Jake, owned by reader George Ertel.

Sunday Evening Dog Blogging: Reader Dogs

Sunday, May 6th, 2012


This is Lucy, a neglected pup that reader and fellow writer David McElroy rescued  . . . from his neighbors. You can read the story here.

Sunday Evening Dog Blogging: Reader Dogs

Sunday, April 29th, 2012

From commenter “divadab,” here’s Maggie and Blackie-Mae.

One is 5. The other (I’m guessing Maggie, the lighter one) is an impressive 19-years-old.

New at HuffPost: Puppycide, the Slide Show

Friday, April 27th, 2012

In case you needed a kick to the groin this Friday afternoon.

It took some bourbon to get through this one.

Sunday Evening Dog Blogging: Reader Dogs

Sunday, April 22nd, 2012

This is Jackie, an English Shepherd owned by regular commenter “jb.”


Sunday Evening Dog Blogging: Reader Dogs

Sunday, April 15th, 2012

I think Agitator reader Greg Carroll wins, with this shot of his pups.

He would like to add:

  • No animals were harmed during the making of this picture.
  • No poker was played on-line, so please have the authorities hold off on any raids.



Sunday Evening Dog Blogging: Reader Dogs

Sunday, April 8th, 2012

Here’s Sandy, sent by her owner Les Milton, who writes:

We got Sandy last December from a rescue organization and it’s been amazing to see how she’s affected my 12-year-old son.  Besides the responsibilities of feeding and walking, he’s just been so affectionate with her.  It’s like she discovered a hidden reserve of love inside him. My wife, who always thought of dogs as nice, but kind of gross, thinks of her as the daughter she never had and sleeps with her every night (and she doesn’t think dogs are gross at all anymore).

She’s not a big dog, but she’s all dog.

Beautiful dog. Keep them coming!

Sunday Evening Dog Blogging

Sunday, April 1st, 2012

This is reader Dan Roll’s dog Marek, a Rottweiler/English Mastiff mix.


Sunday Evening Dog Blogging: Reader Dogs

Sunday, March 25th, 2012

Reader Steve Hill writes: “This is Autumn, who passed away last year from cancer. She was my favorite dog.”

Beautiful photo.

Sunday Evening Dog Blogging: Sappy Reader Rescue Dog Story Edition

Sunday, March 18th, 2012

This week’s dog, Lucky, comes with an incredible story. From reader Larry Brothers in Sammamish, Washington:

I spent a month rescuing animals in the aftermath of Katrina. The group I was with got a call one morning from the police. A dog – a bullmastiff, according to them –  was on a shelf in the closet of a wrecked house and was “out of his fucking mind.” He had bitten a couple of them and, if someone didn’t get him down, they were going to shoot him. I arrived to find a terrified, twenty-five pound chow/shiba mix who was, in fact, out of his fucking mind. He had been stuck in that house for two weeks after the hurricane and he bore a striking resemblance to Linda Blair in “The Exorcist.” It took me almost an hour to calm him down enough to get a slip leash on him and get him out of there.

Two weeks earlier, fourteen of us from Pasado’s Safe Haven in Washington had jumped on a plane to Houston, then rented several vans to head to New Orleans. We had no idea on the way there where we were going to stay or how we were going to talk our way past the police and military to get into the city. By the time the plane landed, people back at Pasado’s had secured a ranch with an enormous barn in Houma, south of the city. Louis and Linda St. Martin, a local attorney and his wife, told us to use it as we saw fit and we did exactly that. When we first arrived, we discovered that a local equestrian center had been commandeered to temporarily vet check and house the rescued animals until arrangements could be made to reunite them with their people or ship them out to shelters all over the country.

It was a well-intended cluster fuck. Different rescue groups would arrive with trucks and vans full of animals and have to spend hours checking in—after rescuing in 95 degree heat all day. Often the Center would reach capacity before all the animals were unloaded and the rescuers would have to leave to try to find some other place for them. And, of course, the in-fighting was stupendous. The Humane Society, the ASPCA, local groups… everyone wanted to have endless meetings about who was in charge. ‘Protocol’ seemed to be the watchword. We said fuck a bunch of protocol and set up two hundred wire kennels in the barn. Back in Washington, Pasado’s sent out emails and appeals on their website for volunteers. No experience necessary, bring your sleeping bags and tents and come help save lives. No certification or degrees required, unlike most of the other groups.

Within two weeks, we had vets and vet teams from all over the country and hundreds of volunteers. We had people donating private planes with the seats removed to fly animals to no-kill shelters all over the country. Some just loaded up vans and drove hundreds of miles or more to deliver them.

Some people were there for a few days and some for a few months. We saved over 1200 animals and were blackballed in Louisiana for refusing to follow protocol.

Lucky wouldn’t let anyone handle him but me. He was in the barn for several days before he was shipped out to a shelter. Over the ensuing months, I thought about him often. I had considered taking him home but I had two cats and two other dogs at the time and I didn’t want to get him all the way back to Washington to find he couldn’t get along with everyone. I even tried to find him a couple of times but, unknown to me, his identification number from the barn had been copied down wrongly, so it was fruitless.

In February of 2006, I was talking with a friend in Alabama whom I had met when she came to volunteer with us. She was the best I’ve ever seen with aggressive dogs and she ran a shelter in Alabama. We were reminiscing and, of course, Lucky’s name came up. I told her I hadn’t been able to locate him.

Four days later, she called me. Someone had just surrendered him at her shelter. I had her fly him to Washington immediately.

Today, Lucky is approximately 7-8 years old and shares our house with four other rescued dogs and my unbelievable wife, Amanda, who is – naturally – a dog trainer. My cats have passed away but Lucky did fine with them. He loves his housemates but, not unexpectedly, he has his problems. He is fiercely protective of our home and doesn’t do well with people or dogs he doesn’t know extremely well. That isn’t going to change, so we manage his behavior when people are over by putting him in my office with some toys and a frozen peanut butter kong. He thinks he’s died and gone to heaven.

The photo above is obviously the before. The after is below. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go hug my dog.

Sunday Evening Dog Blogging: Reader Pups Edition

Sunday, March 11th, 2012

Thanks to all of you who sent photos of your dogs. I will eventually post them all. I think.  But this is my new favorite Agitator thing. So keep them coming.

This week’s pooch is “Dwight” a boxer/staffie mix owned by reader Scott Isaacs.





Sunday Evening Dog Blogging: Reader Pooch Edition

Sunday, March 4th, 2012

This is Boomer. Sent in by his owner, Luke Fenn.

I like this idea. If you would like your dog featured on Sunday Evening Dog Blogging, send photos to me here.




Sunday Evening Dog Blogging

Sunday, February 26th, 2012

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Thursday, February 16th, 2012