Do Dogs Remember Their Own Family Members

This is based on a true story of a Pomeranian named “Muffy” who has the gift of memory. She can remember her litter-mate, “Precious” and favors her over all other Pomeranians.

Are dogs smart enough to know who their parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, and grandparents are? The answer to that question is yes, believe it or not. Some actually do remember them.

Some dogs are smart enough to remember their family members. Of course there are those who do not, as well. As most dogs will breed with one another even if related to each other. It’s not that they have no morals, they just don’t have memory.
Some dogs are very smart and can dig a hole, place a bone in it, then come back six months later and know exactly where they left that bone, even if the grass is all grown up. People have thought for years that a dog’s nose leads them to that same exact spot. Well, this is not exactly entirely true. These dogs have memory as well as a sense of smell.
We all have heard a story at sometime or another, about some dog who got lost while on vacation and ended up back at home. He found his own way. This is another prime example of a dog’s memory.
I myself know of a Pomeranian named “Muffy”, short for (Muffin). She has the ability of memory herself. She and her sister were bought at the same exact time by me. I gave her to my mother and I took her sister, “Precious”. I own other Pomeranians as well, seeing how I am a Pomeranian breeder.
Every time my mother brings “Muffy” over to my house she runs straight for my daughter’s room where her sister, “Precious” stays. She lies right beside her crate until we let her out.
Now, out of all the Pomeranians that I own, why else would she pick this one particular one to want something to do with? She of course has memory.

When I let “Precious” out of her crate along with my other Pomeranians, “Muffy” always plays with “Precious” and never the others. So, no one can tell me that dogs don’t remember their own family. I have proof that they do, “Muffy” and “Precious”.

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Lucky the Cat by GrantGreetings

Three days ago my husband heard a kitten crying out from underneath our new house, which is not yet finished. As he was working, he heard the cries of a kitten and came and got me to go with him to check it out. It was already dark so we had to get a flashlight. We went underneath the new house knocking down spider webs all the way. As we got to the narrowest end underneath the house we saw three kittens all scattered about. One was moving all around and crying, the other two were still and quiet. Both of them started moving around a little and crying too. They all were very cold seeing how they were just born and still had their umbilical cords attached. I immediately grabbed all three of them up and took them in and put them in a tote with a heat lamp over them. I knew just what to do with newborns from raising puppies for over ten years. So, I let them get good and warm for about an hour and went back to check on them and all three were moving around and crying. So, I warmed up some milk and hand-fed everyone of them. They all ate good, an entire 3 cc’s. I fed them every three hours that first night.
The next morning I noticed that one of them didn’t want to eat. By that afternoon it was gone. But, I tried to look on the bright side; I still had two little ones to save. So, I continued to feed them, make them use the bathroom (which is something the mother usually does) and gave them all the warmth and love that I could.
But, I kept my chin up and kept on trying to save the last kitten. After all, it was the one calling out for our help that we heard that night. I continued to feed it around the clock and played like I was its mommy. It cried a lot knowing that it was the only one left inside that great big warm tote, but it continued to grow stronger standing on all fours and wobbling all around. It had a hearty appetite putting down 7 1/2 cc’s. With a growing belly and an even louder cry it made it through another day.
Now, at three days old, this one little tiny kitten who calls me mommy now, has a real chance of making it. It’s eating, crying, growing and even purring when I hold it close and pet it. If this little one does in fact make it, I plan to name it “Lucky” because it truly is.

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