When Your Pet Cheats On You

[Ginger's Mom]

Yes, my first dog, Peaches, my heart dog. She absolutely adored one of my neighbors. I often said that if she could figure out how to get to Joyce's condo without crossing the street (she knew she wasn't allowed in the street alone ), she would have left me in a heartbeat. Actually, Peaches was a very very good girl, and one time I put her in a sit-stay and put something in the dumpster, when I returned she was gone. I found her at Joyce's front door. I later found out that she followed another neighbor who had taken some cupcakes across the street to Joyce's place. But I never doubted that she loved me and was happy with me.

[pomtzu]

I never had that problem! Everyone I've ever had has known which side their bread is buttered on!!! I've always spoiled them all rotten!!!!!

[Glacier]

I am the other owner....for Daisy. She doesn't officially live here, but she might as well and I love her like she was my own.

When i was a kid we had a German Short Haired Pointer. I don't remember where George came from, but we got him as an adult dog. A young man who worked for my Dad, house and dogsat for us once when we went on holidays. When we got back, George decided he'd rather live with him. My Dad's shop was in our yard and every time that kid came to work, George tried to go home with him. Eventually, George got his way and he got to live with the person he picked! We kept visitiation rights!

George led a life of complete luxury. His owner's mother cooked him steak and liver for his dinner. He had his own bed--a toddler's bed converted into a dog bed. He was spoiled rotten and deeply loved! It was a good deal for George!

[lizbud]

I am the other owner....for Daisy. She doesn't officially live here, but she might as well and I love her like she was my own.

When i was a kid we had a German Short Haired Pointer. I don't remember where George came from, but we got him as an adult dog. A young man who worked for my Dad, house and dogsat for us once when we went on holidays. When we got back, George decided he'd rather live with him. My Dad's shop was in our yard and every time that kid came to work, George tried to go home with him. Eventually, George got his way and he got to live with the person he picked! We kept visitiation rights!

George led a life of complete luxury. His owner's mother cooked him steak and liver for his dinner. He had his own bed--a toddler's bed converted into a dog bed. He was spoiled rotten and deeply loved! It was a good deal for George!

Good story about George. He sounds like a smart dog & I'm glad he
got his wish.

Actually, I thought of Daisy when I first read the article. She made a
great pick for herself too.