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[Recidiva]

Sialater wrote...

In my mage play-through, I was worried about that Mabari I healed till I ran into it on the road.

Me too.  I also won't take Dog to the temple because I'll cry if I have to kill him. 

[Seallyn]

Sialater wrote...

Recidiva wrote...

Sialater wrote...

Well, I have a Labrador Retriever that's roughly the size of a Rott with the attitude to go with it.   I had to make very clear who was the boss when I first got her.  Including body checks and foot on throat.  But the second Lab is a fluffy teddy bear.  Go figure.  I know my oldest is the anomaly for that breed and the youngest is the rule, but wow, my first on my own dog and I get one with the attitude of a rottweiler.

I also have an abused Border Collie mix.  She was fun to rehab, let me tell you.  She's all better now, but she's still a bit nuts. 

Still would feel bad taking even a Rott into battle.

I'm sure it's a human error for breeding unwisely and creating an animal with that much aggression so that they suffer from it.

I feel bad for the necessity of battle any time anyway.  I'm a very Sun Tzu person.  If you have to fight, you've already lost. 

In reality when I got a rescued Rott...oh, not JUST a Rottweiler, a Rottweiler-Chow blend.  Might as well have bred a hyena to a dingo and tried to socialize the poor thing.  I didn't take him into battle and did my damnedest to keep him out, but he kept creating battle wherever he went.

In the game, I haven't felt a twinge of anything except love and "YAAAAY!"

Of course when I played Fable 2 it went differently and I cried for hours then too.

The most psycho dog I ever owned was a Shar'pei.  Believe me, they're only cute while they're little.  She grew up fast and was a one person dog.  ME.  When they're grown, they actually look a lot like a Mabari, just with a wrinkled forehead (and correctly positioned forelegs).  She was absolutely beautiful, but violent and territorial.  She was the reason I recognized what the Lab was doing when she was being dominant.  The Shar'pei had to be put down for ripping up a chihauhua.

I had a roommate who had three dogs.  All rescued.  One was a pitbull, one a chihuaha and the other was a border collie mix, maybe?  The chihuaha was a brat dog.  I have never hated an animal, but I got close to hating that dog.  The other two were good.  The pit bull was actually really sweet.  The other was a little mean, but I showed her who was boss right off and didn't have much problems with her.  I felt bad for those dogs.  My roommate had them leashed outside.  They didn't get along with each other and the fence was too short.  I didn't live there very long, but I still regret not calling the ASPCA or something to take them, although I'm not sure how the would go over legally, which was why I didn't.  I think they deserved better though.  I've watched a lot of the Dog Whisper since then, and thought about maybe someday joining a dog rescue.  Not sure I can take the heartache though.  I volunteered at an animal shelter briefly and they put down my favorite dog.  He was a Rott/Lab mix, sweetest dog, but I know his breed was a hinderance.  I cried.  Ceasar says that all dogs can be rehabilitated.  Although, Recidiva, it sounds like your Rott would have given him a run for his money.

[Recidiva]

Seallyn wrote...

I had a roommate who had three dogs.  All rescued.  One was a pitbull, one a chihuaha and the other was a border collie mix, maybe?  The chihuaha was a brat dog.  I have never hated an animal, but I got close to hating that dog.  The other two were good.  The pit bull was actually really sweet.  The other was a little mean, but I showed her who was boss right off and didn't have much problems with her.  I felt bad for those dogs.  My roommate had them leashed outside.  They didn't get along with each other and the fence was too short.  I didn't live there very long, but I still regret not calling the ASPCA or something to take them, although I'm not sure how the would go over legally, which was why I didn't.  I think they deserved better though.  I've watched a lot of the Dog Whisper since then, and thought about maybe someday joining a dog rescue.  Not sure I can take the heartache though.  I volunteered at an animal shelter briefly and they put down my favorite dog.  He was a Rott/Lab mix, sweetest dog, but I know his breed was a hinderance.  I cried.  Ceasar says that all dogs can be rehabilitated.  Although, Recidiva, it sounds like your Rott would have given him a run for his money.

Yeah, unfortunately Ceasar is not always right. 

And the animal trainers we took him to concurred.  He was pretty much a crazy dog.  You probably can rehabilitate sane dogs, but this one just wasn't.   They couldn't do much with him.  We ended up keeping him muzzled almost constantly and in a crate whenever anyone else was around, and even then he'd never stop snarling and barking.  I had no fear because he respected me and I knew I could take him and so did he, and he mostly just wanted to roll on his back and have his belly rubbed.

He ended up being put to sleep because of a "perfect storm" moment.  He was unmuzzled and out of the crate, and my daughter was going to school.  She opened the door EXACTLY when someone was about to knock on it and the dog chased them around the yard and bit their hand.  It was the last straw just because even though the dog wasn't in the wrong, the story was that it was a neighbor looking for their cat.  Now...we knew that if the neighbor actually HAD the cat there and tried to protect the cat, the dog would have done anything to get at that cat, including ripping apart a human that might be trying to protect said cat.  Despite all his hundreds of hours of attempted training, he wouldn't respond to voice.

The trainers of guard dogs also said that it depends on the aggression and size of the breed.  In the case of very large, aggressive dogs, Ceasar's training makes them angry and frustrated and eventually they'll snap.  A lot of Ceasar's training involves just sorta confusing a dog into submission.  Little dogs really don't have a choice.  Big dogs take a stand and rebel against an Alpha just confusing the crap out of them and telling them they're wrong every second.

The dog I had was very smart and didn't really believe humans were all that bright and wouldn't listen to them.  Unfortunately, too smart for his own good and he didn't respect any human guidance. 

He's the only animal who would watch Animal Planet with me and he tried to kill the TV once when there was a herd of buffalo on it, he put full force of a leap into the screen.

BUT...watching "Anaconda" scared the everloving hell out of him.  There was a bit where the snake leaped at the screen and he ran away yelping and hid behind my chair.

[Zachriel]

I had a big dog, but not an aggressive one.  Mine was a Labrador.  He grew to be big for a Lab.  By the time he stopped growing, he almost as tall as a great dane.  A lot of people were scared of him for his size alone, but he was harmless.  Typical Lab:  Silly, goofball, clown of a dog.  The only thing bigger than his mouth was his heart.   He'd get so excited when he met a new person.  Tail up and wagging a million miles an hour, ears pricked, dancing back and forth on his two front feet.  I could almost hear him saying "Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!!!!"  Sometimes he'd get a littte too excited, and not knowing his own size and strength, knock somebdy down in his eagerness to greet them.  But the only danger anybody was in from him was from drowning in slobber as he covered their face in dog kisses.

So yeah.... I love dogs, especially big ones.  I love the Mabarri.  I think I might have to play a game of DA that's just me and my dog and nobody else.   

[Recidiva]

Zachriel wrote...

I had a big dog, but not an aggressive one.  Mine was a Labrador.  He grew to be big for a Lab.  By the time he stopped growing, he almost as tall as a great dane.  A lot of people were scared of him for his size alone, but he was harmless.  Typical Lab:  Silly, goofball, clown of a dog.  The only thing bigger than his mouth was his heart.   He'd get so excited when he met a new person.  Tail up and wagging a million miles an hour, ears pricked, dancing back and forth on his two front feet.  I could almost hear him saying "Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!!!!"  Sometimes he'd get a littte too excited, and not knowing his own size and strength, knock somebdy down in his eagerness to greet them.  But the only danger anybody was in from him was from drowning in slobber as he covered their face in dog kisses.

So yeah.... I love dogs, especially big ones.  I love the Mabarri.  I think I might have to play a game of DA that's just me and my dog and nobody else.   

Heh.  Sounds like the black lab I had when I was a girl.  Adored her to no end, and she wouldn't hurt a fly except to knock them over to say hello.

She'd also bust out of the house at any provocation and spent most of her life waiting for the door to open so she could charge like gangbusters and get by anyone in the way.

Spent hours and hours and hours of my life trying to track her down while she was tearing through the neighborhood on a freedom jag.  Never scared she'd hurt anyone, just possibly enthusiasm them to death.

Rott also got out once and we were TERRIFIED about possible carnage, but after driving around the neighborhood in a car in a panic, we found the Rott playing with some kids.  So it really was a territorial thing and a "give chase" instinct that was the problem.

If you've ever seen "Over The Hedge" with the Rottweiler in there saying "Play!?" - that's him.

If I were to ever get another dog voluntarily....not a rescue, all our animals have always been rescues...with mental problems and...issues...probably a black lab.  My heart goes squoosh.

[Seallyn]

Zachriel wrote...

I had a big dog, but not an aggressive one.  Mine was a Labrador.  He grew to be big for a Lab.  By the time he stopped growing, he almost as tall as a great dane.  A lot of people were scared of him for his size alone, but he was harmless.  Typical Lab:  Silly, goofball, clown of a dog.  The only thing bigger than his mouth was his heart.   He'd get so excited when he met a new person.  Tail up and wagging a million miles an hour, ears pricked, dancing back and forth on his two front feet.  I could almost hear him saying "Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!!!!"  Sometimes he'd get a littte too excited, and not knowing his own size and strength, knock somebdy down in his eagerness to greet them.  But the only danger anybody was in from him was from drowning in slobber as he covered their face in dog kisses.

So yeah.... I love dogs, especially big ones.  I love the Mabarri.  I think I might have to play a game of DA that's just me and my dog and nobody else.   

I LOVE big dogs.  My favorite is a Malamut.  I've seen a huge Malamut in person, it was the most awesome dog I've ever met.  It was so sweet and so beautiful.  They remind me of wolves, which I also love.  Although they aren't directly related odd enough.  I mean they are in the fact that they're canines and all that.  Anyway, I used to go to the Irish Festival here in Texas, and people would bring their Irish Wolfhounds.  There was one that you would pet and it would sprall down on the floor ready for some love.  Ahhh....good times.

[Seallyn]

Recidiva wrote...

Heh.  Sounds like the black lab I had when I was a girl.  Adored her to no end, and she wouldn't hurt a fly except to knock them over to say hello.

She'd also bust out of the house at any provocation and spent most of her life waiting for the door to open so she could charge like gangbusters and get by anyone in the way.

Spent hours and hours and hours of my life trying to track her down while she was tearing through the neighborhood on a freedom jag.  Never scared she'd hurt anyone, just possibly enthusiasm them to death.

Rott also got out once and we were TERRIFIED about possible carnage, but after driving around the neighborhood in a car in a panic, we found the Rott playing with some kids.  So it really was a territorial thing and a "give chase" instinct that was the problem.

If you've ever seen "Over The Hedge" with the Rottweiler in there saying "Play!?" - that's him.

If I were to ever get another dog voluntarily....not a rescue, all our animals have always been rescues...with mental problems and...issues...probably a black lab.  My heart goes squoosh.

My parents have a cat that my mom and I picked out from the same rescue shelter I volunteered at.  He's freakin' huge.  He's a mix, but has a lot of Maine ****** in him.  The people at the shelter thought he was 2 months older then he was because of his size.  Talk about Marbari War kitten.  Any animal I get from now on will be a shelter animal.  Got a dog once from a breeder, who I guess didn't know what he was doing or just didn't care.  Our dog had worms and some mental issues.  He was a Doberman/German Shepard mix.  Beautiful dog, but he went crazy.  He never bit anyone, at least not to the point of drawing blood, but he had some serious dog ADD.  He destroyed my mom's red bud tree and that was the last straw.  Off to the animal shelter he went.  I was so upset. 

[Recidiva]

Seallyn wrote...

My parents have a cat that my mom and I picked out from the same rescue shelter I volunteered at.  He's freakin' huge.  He's a mix, but has a lot of Maine ****** in him.  The people at the shelter thought he was 2 months older then he was because of his size.  Talk about Marbari War kitten.  Any animal I get from now on will be a shelter animal.  Got a dog once from a breeder, who I guess didn't know what he was doing or just didn't care.  Our dog had worms and some mental issues.  He was a Doberman/German Shepard mix.  Beautiful dog, but he went crazy.  He never bit anyone, at least not to the point of drawing blood, but he had some serious dog ADD.  He destroyed my mom's red bud tree and that was the last straw.  Off to the animal shelter he went.  I was so upset. 

My husband had rescued a puppy before we met, he's still alive.  The oldest animal I've ever encountered.  American Eskimo-Spitz-Chow mix, long hair, white.  He's about 17 now and demented. Has forgotten who we are, barks at us and forgot house training as well.  But I love him to death.

We had the Rott, who we could only manage for about a year and a half before we couldn't risk it any more.

And three cats.  One who got stuck on our fence as a kitten, one who wouldn't come out from under the car as a kitten and one that was just abandoned at a pet store in a cage with no water...with a sign "Free" on the cage.  I couldn't walk away.

With all the insanity they've put us through, I can't really volunteer for that sorta crazy...but I can't imagine not having a dog ever either.

[Sialater]

All mine were rescues. The oldest Lab was free to a good home. Her dominance was a hindrance in a line known for its hunting dogs. The Border Collie mix was originally rescued by my mother in law but her craziness proved to be more than a woman with two small kids and two college age kids could deal with. (Missy ate part of their hardiplank siding. And the deck to their pool.) The youngest Lab was the only one we paid to rescue. She was in a puppy mill. She'd been a "special order dog." The person who'd ordered her refused her claiming he hadn't ordered a female. She was too old for them to sell normally. We also have two rescued cats. My husband tells me I'm no longer allowed to fall for sob stories.

[Zachriel]

My dog died about 13 years ago now, due to one bad habit I was never able to break him of. Chasing cars. I got him when I was 12 and I was living with my grandparents on their farm in Iowa at the time. Our "back yard" was a half mile by mile rectangle of rolling prairie interspersed wtih some groves of trees. Great place for a young boy and a dog. Naturally, we didn't get much traffic and most of it was big, slow moving farm equipment, and he'd always chase it for a good half mile or so before giving up.



Two years later we moved tot he city, and it was a harsh adjustment for him. I had to find places outside of city limits where I could let him off the leash so he could run free for a while for exercise. And out there in the middle of nowhere on a dirt road was where it happened. It a military vehicl of monster truck proportions. They didn't even slow down. I doubt they even saw him. A truck that size, moving as fast as it was.... It hit with massive force. It was a horribly gruesome death.



I haven't had another dog since. I would like to get one, but my current lifestyle doesn't leave any room for pets. I travel for a living. I'm in the middle of two weeks of PTO, but usually I'm only home on weekends. No time to properly raise, train, or care for a pet now.

[Recidiva]

Sialater wrote...

All mine were rescues. The oldest Lab was free to a good home. Her dominance was a hindrance in a line known for its hunting dogs. The Border Collie mix was originally rescued by my mother in law but her craziness proved to be more than a woman with two small kids and two college age kids could deal with. (Missy ate part of their hardiplank siding. And the deck to their pool.) The youngest Lab was the only one we paid to rescue. She was in a puppy mill. She'd been a "special order dog." The person who'd ordered her refused her claiming he hadn't ordered a female. She was too old for them to sell normally. We also have two rescued cats. My husband tells me I'm no longer allowed to fall for sob stories.

Right.  I'm not allowed into pet stores unescorted.

He's no longer allowed to wake me up at 2 am and say "Can I rescue a puppy?  I have this friend..."

[Recidiva]

Zachriel wrote...

My dog died about 13 years ago now, due to one bad habit I was never able to break him of. Chasing cars. I got him when I was 12 and I was living with my grandparents on their farm in Iowa at the time. Our "back yard" was a half mile by mile rectangle of rolling prairie interspersed wtih some groves of trees. Great place for a young boy and a dog. Naturally, we didn't get much traffic and most of it was big, slow moving farm equipment, and he'd always chase it for a good half mile or so before giving up.

Two years later we moved tot he city, and it was a harsh adjustment for him. I had to find places outside of city limits where I could let him off the leash so he could run free for a while for exercise. And out there in the middle of nowhere on a dirt road was where it happened. It a military vehicl of monster truck proportions. They didn't even slow down. I doubt they even saw him. A truck that size, moving as fast as it was.... It hit with massive force. It was a horribly gruesome death.

I haven't had another dog since. I would like to get one, but my current lifestyle doesn't leave any room for pets. I travel for a living. I'm in the middle of two weeks of PTO, but usually I'm only home on weekends. No time to properly raise, train, or care for a pet now.

Yeah, that's rough on an animal.  At least I'm always available.  Work at home, big fenced in back yard.

[Sialater]

My dogs' job during the day is to hold down the couches. They might float away.

[Cybercat999]

Recidiva wrote...
He's no longer allowed to wake me up at 2 am and say "Can I rescue a puppy?  I have this friend..."

Puppy is fine. My kids would wake me up in the middle of the night with "there is a bat flying around in my room.... can I keep it?".

[ozsras]

Sialater wrote...

My dogs' job during the day is to hold down the couches. They might float away.

Yours too? I've got a Great Dane and she takes her job as Official Couch Protector very seriously.

Modifié par ozsras, 28 décembre 2009 - 10:00 .

[Recidiva]

ozsras wrote...

Yours too? I've got a Great Dane and she takes her job as Official Couch Protector very seriously.

Ours prefers the water bed.  He's too old to get up and down safely so half the time he's limping because he won't stop going up.  He can't see very well, so we're just afraid he'd avoid any attempt at putting up stairs for him and he'll just injure himself more by being afraid of them. If we go into the room he stares at us like we're gonna make him get down.  Which, if we want to try, we'd have to lift him.

His job, which he takes seriously, is "make sure there's a wet slobber spot where daddy's feet go."  He's very diligent in this duty.

[Seallyn]

Zachriel wrote...

My dog died about 13 years ago now, due to one bad habit I was never able to break him of. Chasing cars. I got him when I was 12 and I was living with my grandparents on their farm in Iowa at the time. Our "back yard" was a half mile by mile rectangle of rolling prairie interspersed wtih some groves of trees. Great place for a young boy and a dog. Naturally, we didn't get much traffic and most of it was big, slow moving farm equipment, and he'd always chase it for a good half mile or so before giving up.

Two years later we moved tot he city, and it was a harsh adjustment for him. I had to find places outside of city limits where I could let him off the leash so he could run free for a while for exercise. And out there in the middle of nowhere on a dirt road was where it happened. It a military vehicl of monster truck proportions. They didn't even slow down. I doubt they even saw him. A truck that size, moving as fast as it was.... It hit with massive force. It was a horribly gruesome death.

I haven't had another dog since. I would like to get one, but my current lifestyle doesn't leave any room for pets. I travel for a living. I'm in the middle of two weeks of PTO, but usually I'm only home on weekends. No time to properly raise, train, or care for a pet now.

Yeah same here.  I would love to get a dog, but I don't have time to take care of one, and that's not fair for the dog.  When I was going to college, I would take a bus that would come to my apartment and pick up students.  It beat the 200 dollar parking fee.  Pff.  But on the way, we would pass some of the little houses nearby and I would see big dogs in little crates, outside.  And those houses did not have big yards.  I don't know, the owners might have taken there dogs out for exercise, I hope they did, but it always made me so sad.  The dogs would look so miserable.

[ozsras]

Recidiva wrote...

ozsras wrote...

Yours too? I've got a Great Dane and she takes her job as Official Couch Protector very seriously.

Ours prefers the water bed.  He's too old to get up and down safely so half the time he's limping because he won't stop going up.  He can't see very well, so we're just afraid he'd avoid any attempt at putting up stairs for him and he'll just injure himself more by being afraid of them. If we go into the room he stares at us like we're gonna make him get down.  Which, if we want to try, we'd have to lift him.

His job, which he takes seriously, is "make sure there's a wet slobber spot where daddy's feet go."  He's very diligent in this duty.

Aw, it's sweet that he thinks of his daddy like that.

My dog is way too big (length wise) for my teeny couch but she just flops her head over one end and her butt and feet over the other. She, technically, doesn't slobber - she drools. Nothing like finally getting her off the couch to play DAO and sitting in a ocean of drool.

[sagevallant]

My first girlfriend had a pup that took a chunk out of her last boyfriends butt. He was being a bit... er... unchivalrous and, well, yeah. Only a medium sized dog, about 80lbs or so I think. But, yeah, did not like strangers. Not "tear them apart" so much as "growl and nip and bark". So they got a little worried the first time I showed up.



So, puppy growled a little, sniffed me a little, realized I happened to smell like pizza (I was working at a pizza shop at the time) and ran up to me. Good times. I had no idea why people were panicking. And then laughing.



But said puppy had no love for cats, and killed two of the ones I named. Yeah, they had a few cats, many outdoor ones.

[Seallyn]

Inside Redcliffe Castle (before Eamon wakes up).



Servant in the vault: Do you see this? Someone has stolen all the weapons and equipment inside.

Other Servant: Who would do such a thing?

PC: *whistles casually, eyes darting from side to side and pack clinking, swiftly walking out the door*.

[Lupus Canivus]

My dog is quarter wolf, three quarts God knows what. I found him in the woods when he was a pup. He big, mean and a big baby! He takes care of the six cats I have...lol. He would give my daughter rides when she was small. But stranges beware! He doesn't make a sound but will follow them around to see what they do...... just looks and shows all those cute teeth. I have no salespeople/religionsnuts problem at all. But he is getting old, its going to hurt like hell when he dies.

[Recidiva]

Lupus Canivus wrote...

My dog is quarter wolf, three quarts God knows what. I found him in the woods when he was a pup. He big, mean and a big baby! He takes care of the six cats I have...lol. He would give my daughter rides when she was small. But stranges beware! He doesn't make a sound but will follow them around to see what they do...... just looks and shows all those cute teeth. I have no salespeople/religionsnuts problem at all. But he is getting old, its going to hurt like hell when he dies.

The Rottweiler got along with the animals we already had.  And I even introduced a new kitten at some point.  He was okay with people inside the house if he'd gotten used to them for a while.

Kitten used to try to make him crazy and managed by playing on top of the glass table in the middle of it and getting the dog to get under the table and try to catch him.  Cat would scoot over to the side and whack him in the face and then back to the middle.  Kitten definitely won that battle of wits.

And when he barked...it would always send a chill down my spine.  Even though I knew it wasn't targeted at me, it was a Hound of the Baskervilles baying that was scaaaary.

[Recidiva]

Seallyn wrote...

Inside Redcliffe Castle (before Eamon wakes up).

Servant in the vault: Do you see this? Someone has stolen all the weapons and equipment inside.
Other Servant: Who would do such a thing?
PC: *whistles casually, eyes darting from side to side and pack clinking, swiftly walking out the door*.

That always cracked me up.  Everything else has a morality counter but not stealing. 

The long dinner tables in the Deserted Building always make me want to steal everything on it, jump up on it and dance, and then turn everything into potions.  Oblivion conditioning.

[Ilvra]

Recidiva wrote...
That always cracked me up.  Everything else has a morality counter but not stealing. 

Apparently aiding and abetting a homicide by destroying evidence is OK in everybody's book, too.  The body dump scenes are incredibly creepy if you focus on your companions' blank looks.

[Recidiva]

Ilvra wrote...

Apparently aiding and abetting a homicide by destroying evidence is OK in everybody's book, too.  The body dump scenes are incredibly creepy if you focus on your companions' blank looks.

I KNOW!  That always freaks me out.  The first several games I screened all of the quests for morality and my "good" character wouldn't accept anything that looked shady. 

Man, was I playing the wrong game...

That and the fact that you can breeze through Warden's Keep and drink the blood...no backlash.  I didn't even try it until my husband drank it and absolutely no problem.  WHAT?!

Clearly I get too immersed and I care too much and I'm not changing that, but it did sorta make me lose respect for Alistair when I'm dumping bodies and drinking blood.

Me:  Really?
Alistair:  What?
Me:  I just dumped a body down a well.  Nothing?
Alistair:  I'm sure you had your reasons.
Me:  You didn't even notice.  I swear you were looking at your manicure.
Alistair:  Well, when your dog snapped at me, look, there's a scab.