tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post8697455420028803456..comments2024-03-20T02:18:58.950-07:00Comments on Crazy Days and Nights: Your Turnent lawyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08658046190988387228noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-88903606196746873372009-07-07T19:30:50.167-07:002009-07-07T19:30:50.167-07:00My internet was down most of the past week, so I&#...My internet was down most of the past week, so I'm late commenting here. Just wanted to share about my dog Bear.<br />I had a dog as a child, but was always more of a cat person until Bear came along. He was the sweetest little Chihuahua/Pekinese mix. Looked more like the chihuahua. He started out being my brother's dog. He was rescued from a family that let there children hit him. Poor little thing was scared of his own shadow when he came to live at my house. Even saying "Bad" in a gentle tone would make him wet the floor. I just took him under my wing to try to build up his confidence. He cried at night, so he started sleeping in my bed. Little by little, he just wormed his way into my heart. Around that time, my dad had some mini strokes and was going senile. He tried to wander off a few times to walk to the store to get cigarettes. On one such occasion, he fell on the side of the highway. So off course we all tried our best to keep an eye on him at home. One day, I was fixing dinner and heard barking from outside. I went out to see if Bear had escaped, and he was following along with my dad, barking his head off. I just know that Bear somehow realized that my dad shouldn't be going off by himself, and if I hadn't heard the barking, Dad might have walked to the highway again. After that, Bear had a permanent place in my heart. I never stopped loving that little dog for the 14 years that he lived with us. He passed away a year ago, and I don't know if I'll ever stop missing him. I do have other dogs now, and I love them, but Bear was my most special pet.Ellshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12235908561919906040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-54472312210083166612009-07-06T08:11:10.676-07:002009-07-06T08:11:10.676-07:00Wow.. These posts constitute the best thread ever....Wow.. These posts constitute the best thread ever. Even though we've been very lucky to share our lives with some amazing animal friends, who are no longer with us, we currently have 7 cats who share their lives with us. 1 Tuxedo (black and white) cat which we got from a shelter over 12 years ago , when he was 9 and a half. He currently needs daily doses of fluids to help with kidney disease, but he's survived longer than anyone thought he would with it. The other 6 include 3 that came up to our house from the woods nearby and we took them in. 2 that were feral, and 1 that was probably a giveup from someone who didn't want her anymore. We did our best to find the owner, putting up flyers all over our neighborhood and at all local vet clinics, but she's pretty old, and we figure someone just dropped her off in the woods to get rid of her. The last 3 include 1 calico cat who was dropped off at my wife's work, (a vet clinic), as a giveup, and then the last 2 are the surviving offspring of a feral tortie we took in from the woods, as well. The mother cat and 1 of her kittens we had to eventually euthanize, because they had contracted FIP, which is currently incurable. BTW, both of the male ferals we took in are now huggable friends. They'll even be sit on your lap for a little while.<br /><br />The last two Christmases, I volunteered to dress up as Santa Claus at the local Petsmart, and get my picture taken with pets as people brought them. My all time favorite was when a woman brought in her two pet rabbits. Their back legs and feet were so huge, that I thought if they jump they will jump a mile before anyone catches them. But they were so shy they just hid their face in my costume, and I was so instantly in love with these two guys. Anyway it's tough because we would probably take in more animals, like dogs, (from the local Greyhound rescue), only we're not sure our current housemates, would be able to handle it. It's also too tough for me to hear stories about animals being mistreated, (or see stuff like that on Animal Planet), so I congratulate those of you that have saved animals from these acts of cruelty.<br /><br />None of our cats are declawed because I learned that it is a cruel and unnecessary procedure, that's not allowed in many other countries. Unfortunately it is still allowed in the US. None of our cats go outside at all. It only shortens their lifespan. In fact, it's always funny for me to open the door to our first "come in from the woods" cat, as he runs like crazy in the opposite direction away from the door. And all our cats are spayed/neutered. I don't like breeding pets / pet stores who sell pets, because there are too many in shelters who need good homes. But it doesn't matter where you got your pet, just please, please, spay/neuter them. Also it's a myth to think that since cats are such great hunters, you can dispose of them by dropping them off in the woods, and they'll be fine.<br /><br />I love all of these friends that stop by to share part of their lives with us. In fact, I tend to love just about every pet I see. I know that people think I'm weird when I talk to their pets. I have to stop myself from petting the dogs, as people take them for a walk, because I wouldn't want them to be uncomfortable having a stranger petting their animal. BTW, the posts talking about dogs licking nasty things and then licking people's faces I find funny. When you kiss another human, are you sure you know where their tongue's been? Is that the same thing? You should also know that most every guy you've ever met, (including your fathers), have masturbated with one of their hands. Do you think about that when you shake their hands? I let any dog kiss me as much as they want. I feel lucky that they express their affection for me that way. It's a damn sight happier for me then when I see a dog in distress.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-77239755193047044512009-07-06T07:56:15.612-07:002009-07-06T07:56:15.612-07:00This is a great "your turn" Thanks Enty!...This is a great "your turn" Thanks Enty!! <br />I love all animals, have had a dog, turtle, fish, cats and even raised a robin and set it free (my great-aunt did that too, strangely enough).<br /><br />Currently have three kitties - two black (black cats RULE)one is a former feral, and one who needs to be on Prozac and one bob-tail tabby. <br /><br />Someday I hope to have a home for rescued dogs and cats and for those whose owners have died or who can no longer take care of them).Beensiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16721030768089143227noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-90951451554118134712009-07-04T12:45:04.810-07:002009-07-04T12:45:04.810-07:00Another cat person here. My and my ex-husband'...Another cat person here. My and my ex-husband's cats are actually allowing us to have a shot at a friendly post divorce relationship because we had to split up our nine cats, and we still want to visit the cats we don't have and ocassionally swap the cats that can handle it. So my ex is making a real effort to be nice and forge a different kind of relationship with me now.<br /><br />Anyway. The nine cats (all rescues from either organizations, shelters, friends or the street):<br /><br />Marcy - in my ex's custody - 15 year old tiny tortie who is very loyal to my ex but will rip your face off if she feels threatened. Recently survived breast cancer (?!?) and is very tough.<br /><br />Burt - in my ex's custody - 9 year old large black cat rescued by my ex in 2001 after some kids tried to drown him in a garbage bag filled with motor oil. He's very sweet but a little off and still coughs from the oil residue in his lungs.<br /><br />Jubilee - in my ex's custody - 9 year old tiny white cat with calico markings on her head and tail - found at a construction site at 2 weeks old and my ex took her. Extremely sweet and avoids confrontation with the other cats, but will not back down if attacked.<br /><br />The Hopper - in my ex's custody - 10 month old black and white crazy kitten my boss found on the sidewalk outside his house when she was two weeks old. She is fierce and gets very mad when she comes to visit because cats don't travel well and so she hisses and growls at me and the other cats until the next day. She hops everywhere, thus her name : ) She's adorable, still small and has a long monkey tail that is completely out of proportion to the rest of her body.<br /><br />Mina - 8 year old big fat white/tabby mix girl cat - I adopted her from a rescue org when she was about 4 weeks old and she was so tiny and cute - I spoiled her and now she's neurotic, big and fat LOL. She talks and screams at me all the time but she's still my baby cat.<br /><br />Ares - 8 year old obese black male cat who I adopted with Mina when he was about 4 months old. There was always something off with him and when he was moved in with all my ex's cats (he originally had 7 and I had 3 - Mina, Ares & Georgia) he lost his mind and became obese and oddly aggressive sometimes. I've taken him to the vet and they can't find anything wrong with him.<br /><br />Georgia - 6 year old brown tabby girl with a big teddy bear head. Very sweet and curious and will steal anything she can pick up with her mouth. <br /><br />Duncan - 6 year old long haired orange tabby boy who is huge but has a tiny head. Is somewhat feral as my ex rescued him from the streets when he was about 8 months old. Very sweet but very sensitive.<br /><br />Splotch - 11 year old blue & cream girl who had a litter out on the streets but then was taken in by my ex. She's also feral, but very sweet and loves attention.<br /><br />Now that I'm divorced, I have a roommmate who brought a little long haired chihuahua with her : ) LOL the cats are freaking out getting used to that, but this dog is very well trained.dbfreakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08267897543234538172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-66546618212007159622009-07-04T12:04:14.740-07:002009-07-04T12:04:14.740-07:00Longtime lurker - let me represent for the Scottis...Longtime lurker - let me represent for the Scottish Terrier. I have two, both rescues. They rock. <br /><br />And I have a cat. She's 17, and the best cat ever.Plutohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00709420573217973849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-65716259713015097062009-07-04T10:39:06.895-07:002009-07-04T10:39:06.895-07:00My dog, a lhasa-apso/yorkie mutt named Tito, is th...My dog, a lhasa-apso/yorkie mutt named Tito, is the runt of his litter, he is epileptic, has a hole in his head (his fontanel, or soft spot, never closed up) asthmatic, and has a bad digestive system. <br />Just recentlast week he started having a lot of blood and mucuous in his stool, so I took him to the ER vet on Tuesday. He is 6 lbs, but the way he "told" all the other dogs who the boss was, you'd think he was a german shepherd. So we go in, and lo and behold he starts having a seizure in the exam room, pees on me, and after i yell out to the tech's station "he's having a seizure!" the doctor runs in like I'm in an episode of Grey's Anatomy going "I need 1 mg (or whatever) of diazepam, STAT!" He ended up going onto an IV for fluids because he was extremely feverish on top of everything else.<br />There was such a flurry of crazinessover my little guy, but what's new? That was just the latest episode. <br />I wouldn't trade him for the world. I'm his mommy and I would do anything to keep him safe and healthy.<br /><br />(LOL, as i write this, he's on the floor next to me, getting busy with a blanket, and he's fixed! He looks at me like, "Whatcha lookin' at? Leave me alone...")juicyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03831279695830300932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-75250011858461297662009-07-04T07:21:36.427-07:002009-07-04T07:21:36.427-07:00Thanks, y'all are sweet! Sometimes she cavorts...Thanks, y'all are sweet! Sometimes she cavorts like old times but if she gets any worse and the vet says she's in pain and/or terminal (not sure yet) we'll put her to sleep.<br /><br />Sad thing is hubby is deathly allergic to cats so she's an outsider (with a kick-ass insulated, protected "cat house" that he built for her to sleep in) and once she's gone--no more kitties in this household. <br /><br />Oh well...Happy 4th...BE SAFE!!!<br /><br />Too bad this is the far-east coast, dang it. We've gotta wait until noon for the first reveals!selenakylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16883189902232698160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-38510427068056584932009-07-04T05:26:04.245-07:002009-07-04T05:26:04.245-07:00I was in the grocery store not too long ago loadin...I was in the grocery store not too long ago loading up on dog food. The woman behind me at the checkout line noticed how much I had and asked me about it. I told her it was for me because I was dieting.<br /><br />She said, "does that really work?" I told her it does but it was terribly painful.<br /><br />She said, "how is eating dog food painful?"<br /><br />I said, "oh, eating the food isn't painful but when I stop in the middle of the street to lick my balls and get hit by a car, now THAT hurts."Jerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01945395121658105351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-56067828314846891732009-07-03T23:33:24.254-07:002009-07-03T23:33:24.254-07:00I have 2 dogs - Scully (13) & Mitch (9). I had...I have 2 dogs - Scully (13) & Mitch (9). I had a 3rd Dog, Joey (9) but he was killed in December (27th) by a neighbour's pitbulls. Apparently some people aren't smart enough to know that if you have dangerous dogs, you should secure them on your property.<br /><br />Although I love all my dogs, Joey was my favourite.<br /><br />http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d108/jigsaw_psyche/doggies/joey_messy2.png<br />http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d108/jigsaw_psyche/doggies/joey_inquisitive2.pngSanitariumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06419666336260959412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-31330641182095579872009-07-03T21:44:55.834-07:002009-07-03T21:44:55.834-07:00Lesley - I was wondering what it would take for yo...Lesley - I was wondering what it would take for you to start commenting. I have met Frank and Ginger and they are good dogs. Also, there is a Greg in my office with your last name. Every time I walk by his desk I think to myself "I have to tell Lesley!". And then I forget.<br /><br />Oh and figgy - I showed your comment to my husband and he's very pleased that you called me mean...*L*Maja With a Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13273140641643205278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-76346965941818617782009-07-03T21:39:02.494-07:002009-07-03T21:39:02.494-07:00No budgies? I grew up in an apartment, so budgies ...No budgies? I grew up in an apartment, so budgies made good pets. My husband thinks animals are ok - as long as they're outside. Very bad to have one inside. When we first met and moved in together, I had my cat Boots who was a rescue from a vet. The original owner was placed in a home and my friend who worked for the vet told me Boots might have to be put down if they didn't find anyone. I hated cats, and I am allergic to them. I felt so bad, I decided this 13 year old could live out his last years with me. We had to put him down when he was 21. I still miss him.<br /><br />He hated my husband. Loved all my boyfriends before him, though. He even stomped on my husband's balls while he slept. Finally saw it with my own eyes.<br /><br />Then we had a stray who thought he was called Fucker because my husband tried to get him used to him by picking him up as a kitten. Got scratched every time, and every time "You little fucker!" came out of his mouth. Talk about embarrassing calling the cat to come get some food. Fucker disappeared one day along with a lot of other cats in the area.<br /><br />Then we had Peanut - best budgie EVER! Slept in my husband's pocket. Hung off his cap and picked his nose hairs. We taught her to sing "I'm a Peanut bird" (à la I'm a Barbie Girl ...) After her we had Blue. Not as talkative but just as friendly.<br /><br />We are stray cat central since we live in the country. People think they're doing their animals a favour by dumping them on rural routes. You're not.<br /><br />Shakey is still around, but not as much anymore since I accidentally brutally murdered her 3 kittens. They got up in the wheel well of my car. I didn't find out until I was way down the road. She intentionally kept them from us, too because my friend managed to get homes for her last batch. Sad thing is - she isn't a stray. She originally "belonged" to an elderly couple down the road. We were shocked when we found that out. No one ever seems to be home there.<br /><br />I'd like to have a dog, but I was told point blank the day I bring home a dog is the day I get a divorce. <br /><br />He's a farm boy. Grew up with all kinds of animals, but they were all in the barn, when they had one. Animals LOVE this guy, particularly cats. I call him The Cat Whisperer.shakeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00442124484188432165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-26888006187773379542009-07-03T21:38:00.180-07:002009-07-03T21:38:00.180-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Maja With a Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13273140641643205278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-60237088961068182102009-07-03T20:53:07.422-07:002009-07-03T20:53:07.422-07:00I have 2 cats, both shelter rescues (I freaking HA...I have 2 cats, both shelter rescues (I freaking HATE pet stores and breeders, and it makes me sick when people "buy" animals instead of adopting them). I have a big fat boy who interrupted my post so I could take him for a walk in the hallway (he's weird and loves the carpet in the hallway) and a tiny little female tabby who is possibly the gentlest and sweetest monster who ever lived. They enrich our lives so much and neither my boyfriend or I could imagine not having them to come home to, even though they are couch-murderers (we do not believe in declawing cats, it essentially breaks their paws).<br /><br />Growing up we had a guinea pig for 6 years (Jelly Squishy was his name. That is what happens when you let a 5 year old with ADD name the new pet) a goldfish for 12 years (name was appropriately enough 'Lucky', my little sister won him at a birthday party in grade 3 and he survived months of missed feedings - remembering stuff was not one of my sister's strengths - and a housefire that filled his little tank with soot, then we got him a big high-techy tank and a little fishy friend and he commited suicide the third day in his new home by swimming up the filter. We caught him the first time he did it and he was gasping but unharmed, and then he did it again the following day.) Then 4 years ago, a cat adopted my parents, walking up to the kitchen sliding doors as my mom was returning home from having her appendix removed. She stood on the kitchen balcony meowing and pitiful and my mom opened a can of tuna and the cat decided that these humans were good enough to serve her so she stayed and they named her Princess and she has been bossing them around ever since and they couldn't lover more. God bless all of you and your babies, be they 2 legged, 4 legged, or "other".Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14298425913254303441noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-82938013593521343352009-07-03T20:21:47.377-07:002009-07-03T20:21:47.377-07:00My best pet - Perestroika, a Golden Retriever who ...My best pet - Perestroika, a Golden Retriever who had the patience of Mother Theresa and the friendliness of a Wal-Mart greeter. She would sit on the porch all day, and go out to the sidewalk to greet any and all that came by the house - she was amazing. All three of my children would sleep with her any chance they had - she guarded each baby as if they were her own. She was my sweet pup for 15 years - may she rest in peace. The most amazing dog ever.oldhippieinsideasoccermomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02254038724796320922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-3883095013076265332009-07-03T19:32:30.061-07:002009-07-03T19:32:30.061-07:00Currently we share the house with 5 dogs - 1 Saint...Currently we share the house with 5 dogs - 1 Saint Bernard, 1 bloodhound, 1 beagle-coonhound, 1 beagle and, as a bonus, 1 visiting Golden Retriever (he's living here while his daddy is in Iraq). But my favorite were 2 that have passed away - my 2 Black and Tan Coonhounds. Abe was 10 when I rescued him and he lived with us for 4 years before his heart just wore out. Elwood was 18 months and crossed the Rainbow Bridge a couple months ago at the age of 11. Even though we live in the city, we never had to worry about someone breaking into the house. In fact, Elwood would create so much noise with his baying that the pizza guy refused to deliver to our house - we had to wait for him on the sidewalk instead!<br /><br />I will admit to one thing though - you haven't lived until you've shared a house with a Saint Bernard with a sense of humor. Harley's favorite pastime is to get the bloodhound all worked up so he can see how many times she races through the house. He figures he's won when Miranda is hiding in her crate. The thing is, the freaking bloodhound loves it when Harley does this.Harley Earlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10974436254087184738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-78008636487322178092009-07-03T19:11:38.515-07:002009-07-03T19:11:38.515-07:00I have a 19 year old cat, Boikaett, and 4 dogs: Pe...I have a 19 year old cat, Boikaett, and 4 dogs: Peppermint (a maltese), Frangomint (a maltese), Benicio del Toro (a chihuahua), and Penelope Cruz (a chihuahua/whippet mix maybe?). They're all from shelters or else a stray (Penelope), and all too beautiful for words.<br /><br />But the one who's left the deepest mark on me is Figmint. I got him along with Frangomint in 2001, and they were both malteses. They were both 8, and had been turned in by the family of a man who died. He'd had alzheimers, and apparently would forget to feed them (they were emaciated) and hit them (Frango flinched when petted).<br /><br />They'd been deemed unadoptable at the Oakland ASPCA due to their rotting teeth and bad condition. Luckily they were picked up by Hopalong Rescue where they removed their teeth and took them to a vet. When I got them home, Figmint was in terrible shape, didn't do much of anything except sit and stare. He was 4 pounds--most of it hair--and without teeth, his long tongue just lolled out of his mouth. Over the next 6 years tho', he just blossomed into the best, funniest, most adorable doggie ever! He had SUCH heart! There are few greater pleasures than nursing an animal back to health and happiness. He crossed the rainbow bridge 2 years ago, and I miss him every day.<br /><br />Harriet, you kinda sound more like a (mean) mom to your husband than a loving wife. He has to "beg" you? Yikes.figgyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10740579444417949021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-17460870605784967312009-07-03T18:53:44.880-07:002009-07-03T18:53:44.880-07:00Jake is my third boxer (his picture was posted thi...Jake is my third boxer (his picture was posted this week) and I'm in love with this breed. Jake is 5 and has helped me through a very tough time. My husband passed away last year, and he's the reason I was able to come home every day to an otherwise empty house. Having his silly, grinning face meet me at the door makes my day better. My favorite saying - dogs are not your whole life, but they make your life whole.Bxrlvrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12109271207419120107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-85498625134856644522009-07-03T18:47:40.467-07:002009-07-03T18:47:40.467-07:00My childhood dog, Pookie, was the best EVER. I got...My childhood dog, Pookie, was the best EVER. I got him from the animal shelter on my 7th birthday and I think he was a lab/collie mix. To this day (and I'm 35), this birthday is one of the highlights of my life. When I ran away from home when I was 10, Pookie came with me and was there every step of the day.<br /><br />My current dog-love is a Bichon frise, named Casey. I rescued him from a puppy bill. I needed something hypoallergenic because of terrible allergies that developed in my 20s. I searched for 8 months for a rescue from the Bichon rescue with no luck. I will forever love the Bichon breed; they are so lovable and expressive.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-19106168953626116122009-07-03T18:47:26.030-07:002009-07-03T18:47:26.030-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.figgyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10740579444417949021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-54581909819933687532009-07-03T18:11:34.993-07:002009-07-03T18:11:34.993-07:00well, as you all know, i'm a house rabbit advo...well, as you all know, i'm a house rabbit advocate. i have 6 right now, having lost one last month (born neurologically impaired, but lived 6 years with us. died from a tumor that blocked her up completely), and having just completed a round of antibiotics (especially difficult with rabbits) with another. one is missing part of a leg, another a foot, half a tail, a couple of toes on the other foot, and fooled us all into believing he was a girl right up until he was under for surgery (we still call him she). one came to me simply because he was intended as breeding stock and only had one testicle. 4 are netherland dwarfs, one is a mini rex, one is a lion head. all are very spoiled, and mostly box trained. all are spayed/neutered (you MUST do this, reproductive cancers in rabbits are very prevalent) and i'm trying to bond the two singles, but it's a slow process, they both want to be the dominant!<br />we've also had 4 cats over the last 23 years, the last one, bubba, came to live with us when he was about a year old. he weighed 21 pounds, but all muscle. he thought he was a puppy, and he was the sweetest cat ever (much like my gideon, who the ex-asshole got rid of when the court said i could have him. claimed he ran away. bull shit. gideon was afraid of his own shadow). anyway, after a couple of years of putting out shelter for this neighborhood cat in foul weather, water in the heat and eventually food, too (already had 3 cats and knew the eldest would beat the crap out of him), one day he came out of the bushes limping and bloody. since i couldn't afford the vet bill anyway, i decided, screw it, i paid for it, he's mine now.<br />such a lover. and a bit of a clod. he had to be in my son's room for a long bit because of the other cats, and he would roll right off the bed. and he loved to be on top of us, 21 lbs. of purring fur!<br />the last 4 years of his life, he had diabetes. insulin every 12 hours. he never said boo. he actually enjoyed the guaranteed attention (he outlived the other cats, the meanest living to age 19). when my back went and i had to sleep downstairs, he always slept with me, usually right within hugging distance.<br />we finally lost him, just over a year ago, due to an unknown intestinal bleed. for months after, he would come and visit, i swear to all of you, he was here and jumping on my bed. i miss him so much, and i feel so much for you who have recently lost or are fearing loss in the near future. over the last six or seven years, i've lost all my cats and several buns, and it never gets easier. these guys now are the last i'm bringing home, unless somebody calls me in dire, dire need. the fear of the others getting the pasteurella that sissie just fought of is still all encompassing. <br />thanks for this topic enty.bionic bunny!https://www.blogger.com/profile/08081422009833762713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-9189375414928955012009-07-03T16:54:16.702-07:002009-07-03T16:54:16.702-07:00Long time lurker here too.
My husband is a cat p...Long time lurker here too. <br><br><br />My husband is a cat person and I'm a dog person, so we have one of each: a Rhodesian Ridgeback mix named Senna and a silver tabby named Neko (after Neko Case.) <br><br><br />We adopted Senna a year ago from friends who could no longer keep her and she is a sweet, lovable dork. We've nicknamed her Wiggle-Butt because she wags her whole back end when she gets really excited. Often when she sleeps on her side she pulls up her front legs and extends her back legs, so she looks like a kangaroo in mid-jump. Super smart too! I can tell her "go get ___" and she'll look around the house until she finds it. A huge time-saver when I need to wash her Kong and have no idea where she left it!<br><br><br /><br />Wineaux, we also have a Hurricane Ike addition. :) When Ike was forecasted to hit along the mid-coast of Texas, we packed up a couple days early and headed to the other side of San Antonio. Walking home from dinner that night we saw this TINY kitten emerge from some tall grass in an abandoned lot. My sister offered it a pinch of leftover chicken. The kitten ate it and we walked on. Then we heard this loud MEOWOWOWOW! MEOWOWOWOW! and turned around to find the kitten sprinting toward us as fast as her tiny legs would go. My husband (6'3, 230) picked her up and the rest is history. An hour later she & Senna were asleep on the bed at the lodge. I wanted to name her Tina (Ike & Tina, get it? AHAHAHA....I crack myself up.....) but since she is hubby's kitty I let him name her.meridithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17504088583713873205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-65252767451906002022009-07-03T16:22:27.351-07:002009-07-03T16:22:27.351-07:00My dog is a maniac and umm slightly challenged- Wh...My dog is a maniac and umm slightly challenged- When someone knocks on the front door- he runs to the back door and starts barking his head off-Hilaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02063730969053519372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-33582413983997825442009-07-03T15:53:24.074-07:002009-07-03T15:53:24.074-07:00Great stories. Cat people rule.
Nine years ago a...Great stories. Cat people rule.<br /><br />Nine years ago a co-worker brought in a litter of kittens that was left on his lawn. I brought home a sweet little girl and it changed my life. She's helped me thru a divorce, new marriage, 3 pregnancies, one birth, 2 lost boobies and many hours of tears. She's been a calming force, even tho she lives up to her name - Evil Kitty.JJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00589237733456653239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-88588645339072579862009-07-03T15:48:39.556-07:002009-07-03T15:48:39.556-07:00I had six cats come and go over the last five year...I had six cats come and go over the last five years. One got hit by a car, and I had to give four (!) away. (Don't freak, they went to good homes.) My hubs does NOT like cats, so it's a miracle he even let me keep two at at time.<br /><br />The one we've had the longest is a 17 pound big fat gray thing, named Phantom. He's very much a lover, when he's not laying around doing nothing. He's also a great chipmunk hunter. We're very attached to each other.Lioness70https://www.blogger.com/profile/10913424963311351738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37309174.post-32151952033119810312009-07-03T15:43:39.816-07:002009-07-03T15:43:39.816-07:00Another longtime lurker, but felt compelled to com...Another longtime lurker, but felt compelled to comment since no one seems to have any wiener dogs (unless I missed something).<br /><br />Anyway, I have two of 'em - standard longhaired, in case anyone cares - called Frank and Ginger, and one surly rabbit called Greg.<br /><br />I also love guinea pigs and have had a few in my lifetime, but no more. Poor little dudes just don't live long enough.Lesleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05296744704209175543noreply@blogger.com