Why do you own your pet?

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Do you have him because you wanted a companion? To compete in herding trials? To compete in field trials? For hunting? What kind of hunting? Farm work? What kind of farm work? Competitions like flyball, dancing or agility?

My last dog is a Shiba Inu; he's now retired from mousing, ratting and birding for vermin-control and being a watch-dog even though he's first and foremost a family dog. I've gone ferreting before, and I found that rabbiting wasn't my type of sport. Seems too cruel, especially if I don't eat rabbits regularly. The cat and ferret is for indoor companionship only since I am not too fond of cats hunting innocent animals (songbirds).

The next one I am looking at will be a companion to take on hikes, ratting and for herding small flocks (not for recreational purpose.) Going to be a hard one for me to find since it seems like almost every dog is bred for show (doesn't have the endurance), apartment (some are plagued with health issues) or for competitions (too hyper for any real-world work), but that's only because I don't have the same connections as the people who "want the dog they see down the road on the next farm." :laugh2:

So why did you get your dog or whatever pet you have?
 
I've had many, many different breeds of doggies over the years. Some were for my protection, but most for companionship.....All of them were spoiled rotten and to the core, nothing too good for them! I'm a dog lover, and treat them as my "child". And "babyify" them to the extreme. It's no wonder my doggie (a Pomeranian named "Anita") follows my every step, and never lets a stranger get close to me.
 
I've always been an animal lover and I enjoy pets for companionship.
 
I don't own a pet.

5 cats own me. My mind, heart and soul. :)
 
I rescue dogs. Deaf if possible, if not just abused.

I do it to convince myself that you can heal after abuse.

It works, and helps me as much as the dogs.
 
Like hubby said, they comfort us. They are amazing for my severe anxiety attacks.

We dont own them, they own us and we're their slaves. Oh you should see them now. Hannah our youngest cat she's staring at our laptop as if she's warning us.. "5 minutes left then I will hop on the laptop!"

LilBit oh... I have to call him Lil'Brat sometimes because he knows he can get anything he wants. Just shiver his little body and stare at us with those puppy dog eyes.... oh boy it's all over for me and he gets what he wants!!

Mosey just meows and when he meows... he actually does this "M E O W!" as if each meow is spelled out by "M E O W!" you can see the fangs of his meow. He has a lazy and small meow.. like a mew and I don't accept it. I'll say "Ehh" then he'll go MRAOWW ... that I will accept it. Make him work for his treat!!
 
I have my birdies cause I love them. I love taking care of them and hand feeding them. They keep me company when I'm alone in the house ( which is most of the time )
 
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This dog was a puppy mill rescue who had spent months in a little cage. She was really feral when we got her.

That's her sleeping on my lap now. :)
 
I have had good memories of growing up with dogs and I have always wanted that for my kids. Also, our dog is a part of the family.
 
Bottesini said:
I rescue dogs. Deaf if possible, if not just abused.

I do it to convince myself that you can heal after abuse.

It works, and helps me as much as the dogs.
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I rescue dogs and cats . The last cat I rescued she had healed from her attacked by a wild animal and has learned to thrust people again! She now has new home. I feel great knowing I help saved a her life , I know what you mean . I only wish I had a house so I could all the cats I rescue !
 
iSign said:
I have my birdies cause I love them. I love taking care of them and hand feeding them. They keep me company when I'm alone in the house ( which is most of the time )
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I have a friend that has bird , and he is great about warning my friend when anyone is outside!
 
for lack of a better term "Unconditional love".


The difference between a dog and your wife is this:

You can lock them both in a car trunk for four hours. When you open the trunk, your dog is happy to see you.
 
I have 3 dogs. Small, not so small and large. Bitsy is a CKC pomeranian. She was a gift from a friend who took her from a puppy mill. She had little hair and poor hips and knees from bearing one litter after another. She is now hubbys girl, very fuzzy, spayed of course, and very healthy, though it took two years to housebreak her. She is so loving.
Boo was meant to be a companion for an elderly dog we had (now gone). She hated him. We love him. He is a pomeranian/pappillon mix. He is black and white, fox faced, sensitive, loving and a great doe eyed friend. He is from the pound. They were letting him slowly die from necrosis of an injury he sustained from a much larger dog. He spent 6 wks recovering from the surgery we got him. He lived in a playpen with his drainage tubes and special soft diet. He is very healthy now and such a funny boy.
Holly is my big girl. We got her to help me since my husband works nights. She is half chow, half shepherd. She looks like a red shephard with funny ears. I went to the pound for another dog entirely. When I arrived that dog was already gone. Sigh. I did my best to explain exactly why I felt I needed a protective but sweet dog. The young fellow led me to a thin, unresponsive - despondent dog who was lying in the corner of a cold, bare floored concrete cage. I looked at him as if to say "whaaat the devil?" He nodded. He opened the door of her cage and she slowly rose, a bit stiffly you see as she had been on the streets for weeks, and the concrete floor did not help ease the soreness of constant running and scrounging. He led her to the run outside. She looked up at him and ran. She did her duties, walked about the enclosed yard and sighed heavily. She returned when he called and held her head into the wind. He carefully explained that she would probably be put down. Why? She was big. She was depressed. She was only really friendly with one or two people. She did not trust others. Here is the kicker. She smiles. Huh? Smiles? Yep. He showed her a cookie. She promply sat and grinned an evil looking, long toothed smile. Haha!
The first day at home, recovering from being spayed and long time malnutrition, she carefully watched me. I gently lifted her (oooomph) and lightly laid her on the sofa. She visibly sighed and laid her big head on the cushion. I brought her a cookie. She stared directly into my eyes, grinned, and gently took the cookie. I laid down beside her. She put her paw across my shoulders and gently nosed me. We slept like that for hours. She has earned her biscuits many times over. She saved me from a burgler, she protects me from other dogs and strangers when we are out walking. She pushes me back and puts herself between me and any percieved danger. She alerts me to the door knock or doorbell. She sleeps by my side to this day. She adores the grandkids. She is my good friend.

Why would I want this?? lol Because they give sooo much. They ask nothing. They greet me with smiles (some toothier than others) and give good smooches. It is so nice to have someone who likes me this much. It is hard to live up that...
 
Steinhauer said:
for lack of a better term "Unconditional love".


The difference between a dog and your wife is this:

You can lock them both in a car trunk for four hours. When you open the trunk, your dog is happy to see you.
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:laugh2: That's terrible! But funny too,
 
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