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Pet Talk - My dog/cat is my best friend!
I can't even begin to count the special pets I've had over the years. At the moment, we are strictly cat(4) people as our dog passed a little over a year ago. She was a great friend for 14 years and it's still difficult to think about getting another dog. Someday....
The lizard died a couple of months after the dog, but I don't have any longing to replace him. :shades:
The lizard died a couple of months after the dog, but I don't have any longing to replace him. :shades:
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And one cat, Maine Coone male who I think believes he is a dog.
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - Walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with my master! My favorite
thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The audacity! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released --and seems to be more than willing to return. Brainwashed idiot! The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. The captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe....... for now.
Meanwhile I have two dogs - both mutts. Gromit is pushing 12 but hanging in. Lab-chow mix. Best dog I've ever seen with kids.
Last week we added Wally to the zoo , which also includes 6 people. Wally is likely a mix between a yellow lab and a husky. 66 pound of solid muscle.
Anyway, I had this incident a couple of days ago but have found Wally to be the culprit - he locked me out of teh house!! What happened is I was letting Gromit out into the backyard. Wally has his front paws up on the slider window with a "Me! Me!" look on his face. He managed to hit the latch for the slider on his way down from the window. I'm standing in 14 degree weather on the deck with a perfectly warm dog looking at me with a "why aren't you coming in?" look on his face.
I don't feel half as guilty about his upcoming neutering as I did earlier in the day!
All this dog talk is weakening me. I hope no one post photos of their dog(s), or I'll be running to the shelter for a new friend. Problem is, I most likely won't come home with just one.
Both Mrs. Varmint and I think there's enough confusion in the dog's life when you take it from the track, to a temporary adoption kennel, and then place it in a home. Calling it by a new name just adds more confusion to the situation.
For that reason, our first hound kept his track name. Besides, "Swagger" has a certain silliness that fits well with us.
However, the second mutt posed more of a challenge. We were DINKs at the time and we both work in the software industry. Things were plenty yuppie already. Adding a dog named Buffy (short for Buffy's Ace) to the herd wasn't an option.
Thankfully, there were no kids involved in the process. (Never mind 4 daughters!)
Just try never minding those four daughters. Yikes!
I assume the former DINK status means there's a little varmint or two rather than losing one of the incomes....
My life has hit rock bottom - the dog locked me out of the house the other night!
Cheers Pat.
Well, our current crop runs two dogs (both mutts, both female) and two cats (both gray tabbies, both male). I grew up as a dog person but for some reason, I've found myself to be more attached to the two cats (Stuart and Archie). Stuart loves to take extended vacations (he'll disappear for 3-4 days about once a month; ALWAYS showing up at mom/dad's house to torment THEIR cats). Archie never seems to get more than about 50 yards from the garage (his mom was feral but I was able to catch him when he was a YOUNG kitten).
Archie's favorite activity is teasing Poco, our lab/border collie mix (yes, Poco is short for Pocohantas) through the chain link fence.
Yeah, I just saw some proof of that.....
lab/border collie. Sounds cool.
I've been thinking of the combination of training and neutering Wally. Part of me is saying I should catch him doing something really wring and say "So that's how it is, huh? We have ways of dealing with that," and then take him to the vet and just have one removed. I'll bet he's do everything I say after that.
Wednesday he goes in for the big snip.
And the best part is, she was a stray that just showed up one cold wet November day as a puppy a couple of years ago. One problem I have with living out in the sticks: folks are always just abandoning various critters that they no longer want or can't take care of.
Good dog. Short hair, all black except for white paws and a blaze on her chest, about the size of a border collie, and always acts as though anything the kids want to do is the BEST THING IN THE WORLD.
I'll hoist a tall cool one to the memory of Wally (and his boys) on Wednesday. :surprise:
In my experience, they are always the best kind.
My first dog I got back in 77. Came with the name Sam. She was a four month old puli mix. The mix was a shepherd husky combo that knew more about dog breeding than the puli's owners.
Until I had one I had never heard of a puli. They are a Hungarian sheep dog. Maybe 30 pounds. Look like a mop and I've never seen a smarter dog. When Sam dies just short of 15 my wife (who married into this dog) wouldn't go for another dog for years. It was just too emotional. After 5 or 5 years of dog exile we would up with Gromit. He will never be accused of being overly bright but what a great kid dog!
BTW - who is the wise guy who put teh as an actual word in the spellchecker?
You and your "teh" are such a fixture around here, it hadta happen!
I have a "Sam" who is 15 now. He's a big dog, mutt, shepherdy with something very fluffy in his heritage (hindparts, tail). Fifteen years ago next month, he wandered up to the house of some friends of mine after (as they discovered later) being shoved out of a pickup and just left on the side of the road. Of all the dogs I've had (nine or so, counting the ones we had when I was a kid), he's been by far the best one ever, the one I've been closest to and who has been closest to me.
He's having a lot of trouble walking at this point, but between several medications, vitamins and glucosamine, I'm keeping him on his feet, for now anyway.
I'm very much a dog person.
Now what did I say about posting photos?! Must...resist....temptation...I don't have time for another animal right now!
He likes to come along for the ride. Here he is on top of a pile of wood chips I hauled in for the kids' playground.
Wally came home from the vet last night all in one piece if missing two pieces (four if you include the dew claws they took because they weren't growing right). He staggered like a drunken sailor last night but is his old self today.
Even has red bandages where the popped the dew claws. They match his bandana!
Actually, male dogs bounce back a *lot* quicker than females do after that dreaded visit.
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She would punish me when I left her for more than a day. I had to spend two weeks away once and when I came home she wouldn't have anything to do with me for three or four days. She'd come to the edge of the living room and sit there and stare at me, but as soon as I looked directly at her, she'd walk calmly away, as if to say to me "you matter not and do not make the mistake of thinking that you do".
And then there was the time I took her and my other dog to be spayed. She wouldn't let me touch her for at least two days, she'd run away if I tried, while my other dog was all over me in her usual Odie fashion as soon as I brought them home.
I had a dog and a dog/cat during those days!
I'll have to get some photos uploaded!
Our cats eat the dry stuff, so they are ok so far, unless some of the dry brands get added to the list.
This is just terrible.
The lizards are suffering a high mortality rate right now though. :sick:
http://my.videoegg.com/video/dUITpP#
That said, I have to agree with Shifty - was was he thinking?
This kind of thing really makes me sad and even angry. People get large dogs because they want them for whatever reason and then put them in a situation where a large dog almost has to become a problem. And then we all know what happens - dog no longer has a home.
Hell, it's not the dog's fault he got chosen by someone who was going to abandon him just because he turned into who he was always going to be.
Okko1, sorry, I hope everything turns out well for your brother, his family and the dog. I'm not directing all of this at you, it's just that I've seen this happen several times and it's just so unfair to the dog.
Gentle giants? I don't THINK so. These are hunting dogs, not as in tracking, but as in running down and killing.