Life With Lincoln

Yesterday I was outside with Lincoln and Colbs for some playtime. Usually Lincoln is very good with his recall and sit, but we are working on his recall when he is distracted. Nevertheless, yesterday he wasn’t having any of it. He decided he wanted to go into the woods, then continue to run around, then out of the woods behind our greenhouse, and then he realized I was livid. So then he proceeds to run up to the front of the house and hide under my car. Not a good day yesterday. He has not been off-leash since, which makes me kind of sad for him.

Hopefully I have some time this weekend to work with him some more.

(via epicliberalwin)

Lincoln turned 8 months at the end of last month, and he is still soooo tiny. So I’ve come to the conclusion that he isn’t just Rottie and Pit. But I am at a loss for what other breed(s) he might be.

Any suggestions?

Lincoln and Colbie showing some love. All the time.

dragonbloodink:

This is Boomer, a pit bull-type dog. When Boomer saw a woman being attacked by two other pit bull-type dogs that were running loose, he dug out from under the fence around his yard and chased the dogs off, likely saving the woman’s life.

Boomer is a hero. The other dogs are spending 10 days in quarantine. The woman was seriously injured and had to be airlifted to a hospital. Boomer was slightly injured in the fight.

The only difference between the threatening dogs that sent a woman to the hospital and the dog that saved her life was not the breed of dog involved, but the owner. One irresponsible, one responsible. Blame the deed, not the breed. 

(Source: mohavedailynews.com, via fuckyeahpitbullterriers)

Since today we emptied the dog pools, I thought it would be fitting showing a picture of Lincoln’s first time in the puppy pool. In the past few months, I’ve learned that Lincoln absolutely loves water—going to the river beach, swimming in the puppy pool, and even sticking his head in the shower.

I started this blog with all the intentions of updating it fairly regularly. Unfortunately, I got a 24-hour bug that turned into a sinus infection that stranded me to watching HGTV on the couch for two weeks. Anywho, it leads to a good story with Lincoln:

First, some back-story. I adopted Lincoln from the Humane Society that I used to volunteer at before I moved back home. I had spoken with them repeatedly about adopting a dog, but was nervous about making the jump into ownership. Finally I decided to make the two-hour trip back there and pick out a pup and came home with Lincoln.

The next day, however, I caught a case of being sick again (I usually have a great immune system). Long story short, I slept the whole day, crying that I couldn’t take care of my puppy while my sister watched him for me. I pulled out all of his paperwork and was seriously considering bringing him back. He was great though, never making a mess or getting into anything the whole day. I call what I went through a post-partum puppy depression.

Fast forward to a week and a half ago when I was hugging the toilet for hours. Lincoln was waiting patiently outside of the bathroom door for me. When the door finally opened, he rushed in and curled right up in my feet. It was the light in my day knowing that he felt bad for me being sick.

The funny part of this story, however, is when my sister joked with me that he wasn’t curling up in my feet because he felt sad that I was sick. The real reason, she said, was that I don’t handle being sick very well (which I don’t) and he was afraid I was going to bring him back again! I can just imagine his though process: “I’m sorry mommy, I promise I’ll be good. Here, look, I’ll just curl up right here and behave like a good boy!” This actually seems like a pretty probably story.

I’m just going to go with he loves me with his whole heart though. It made me feel better. And after a round of antibiotics, I’m not sickly anymore and should be back to normal.

This is Lincoln. He is an American Pit Bull Terrier and Rottweiler mix. I adopted him from the Humane Society that I used to volunteer at before I graduated college. He was four months old when I got him and another four months have passed with him in my life.

I adopted Lincoln with the intentions of him becoming a therapy dog. He will serve this in two ways: hopefully becoming a registered therapy dog and also helping me, registered or not, with the natural canine therapy that any dog lover knows.

This blog is about not only Lincoln’s journey through life, but my journey alongside him.