My dog is not spoiled

[stormie]

My dog was tired after a trip out. That's why I wrapped her in the favorite blanket she was sleeping on and carried her to her dog bed in my bedroom. Not because she is spoiled.

[Senpai]

Oh, most certainly not spoiled!!

That's just what you do with a dog you love and care for.

I won't hear any arguments on the matter.

[kayaker]

Our dogs aren't spoiled. When I buy a family pack of steaks they have to share one.

[thorny locust]

None of my cats or dogs have ever been spoiled.

Excuse me, I have to go open a door. Again. And check that I have enough treats in my pocket.


(Luckily, unlike with food, spoiled cats and dogs tend to smell better than ones who aren't spoiled.)

[Sputnik]

My dog isn’t spoiled, he’s a tripod. That’s why we bring his breakfast to him while he’s waiting in his bed in the morning.

By the way, his leg was amputated 14 months ago already. The cancer would have done him in by now had we not let the veterinarian do her doctor stuff.

[SmartAleq]

Is he a front leg tripod or a back leg tripod? I'm always amazed at how well critters cope with losing a limb, way better than hyoomons.

My dogs are def not spoiled in the least, it's perfectly normal to expect dessert after dinner and mope if nothing is forthcoming. This never actually happens since I pretty much always have three or four different types of treats so they don't get bored of any one item. That's not spoiled at ALL!

[Sputnik]

Front right leg, shoulder down. He hops along and copes quite well. He just turned 11 and he’s getting along fine, all things considered.

[Flying Saucerian]

Her dog isn't spoiled. It always smelled like that.

[Jaglavak]

You know, I think where she crossed the line is when she dropped off a wheelbarrow at the shop to have it converted into a miniature royal carriage.

[Random Precision]

I read the OP and saw who posted it and thought to myself "Well, that's a flat out lie." Everybody knows how Stormie likes her puppers.

OTOH, my dogs are more spoiled than milk left out of the refrigerator for a week. More spoiled than last year's unfound Easter eggs. They deserve their own spoiler box.

We call the front yard Trixie's toybox because it is littered with balls, toys and squeaky things.
If either of us has eggs for breakfast, we are expected to cook one for each of them.
Wilbur comes to my desk at least once a day to paw at the drawer where I keep the dried mango snacks which he loves even more than I do.
And they both beg for and get fed from our plates.

Spoiled? Maybe just a little bit.

[taters]

My Polar IS spoiled. He's an old man and we're making his last years good.

He is served a lunchmeat and cheese sandwich that has been cut up into eight perfect squares and served on a plate, daily. He finishes that and then receives the "Polar Tax" from both my and my husband's sandwiches.

If we dare to leave the house for even an hour, he is deserving of a bacon/cheddar or banana/peanut butter treat.

He receives doggy ice cream every night for dessert after he finishes his cooked chicken thigh dinner which we've shredded up into the perfect size because the bites can't be too big.

I used to split my steak with him when we had steak, but he now turns up his nose at steak. Talk about snooty.

I have runners on any bare floor that he regularly traverses so he doesn't slip and fall because he has problems getting up from bare floors.

I bought a brand new sofa and loveseat last year. The loveseat has become "Polar's loveseat" and is appropriately covered with waterproof dog blankets for him. He lets us know when it's time for us to move to our couch by running back and forth between the two and snorting. We move for him.

Polar has us well trained and his Royal Highness has no shame in lording it over us.

[kayaker]

Simi isn't spoiled, no way. Yesterday when my gf was laundering the bed sheets, Simi stood by the bed barking. When I went to investigate, Simi was barking at the bed. I threw the comforter back on, and Simi hoped up to take a nap. He's not spoiled, nope.

[SmartAleq]

It is not spoiling my pets in the slightest that I have four squashy comfy foam dog beds for two dogs (and one huge cat who doesn't jump any distance higher than his own rump) so they can jockey for The Best Bed (which, coincidentally, is ALWAYS the one the less dominant dog is currently sleeping on--when The Captain chooses a bed it's HIS until he decides to move, no dog staring can shift him) as much as they like but always end up with a comfortable nest to curl up in. It's also not spoiling Kosh, who really likes blankies, to come cover him up after he's gotten comfy, which causes him to fall asleep instantly.

It's also not spoiling them one bit to feed them a combination of high end dry dog food, meat crumbles (I get inexpensive [HAH!] ground beef, pork and maybe turkey and fry it up a kilo at a time with eggs poached in the fat then grunched up into bits) and canned dog food, along with fish oil supplements. The cats get a combination of pate style wet food interspersed with diabetic formula dry food that costs as much per pound as a good cut of steak.

NOT spoiled at ALL, I say!

[Jaglavak]

Go figure. When I ask for this kind of room service, people get offended. Hey, I'm quirky and fuzzy too!

[SmartAleq]

Would you like some diabetic kibble, sir?

[Sputnik]

The lady next door got a new pup. Bentley and the new kid on the block are having a conversation about something. I think they are plotting to raid the treat cupboard. I asked Bentley to be polite and invite the pup over. We’ll see.