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This is socks she is a boxer/healer. (Very much a daddy’s girl). Unfortunately we lost her in January of 23
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Very sorry to hear that @VapeAddict13Wife. Our pets are like our kids over here.
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Sorry for your loss, Tanya. It’s a tough thing, losing a family member.
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That’s it, I need another cat
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The Brother Sister bond between these two is out of control @JoelSq !!!
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Ok, here is the furry side to my family… I have Millie (Australian kelpie) she’s just turned 5 years old.
Then there’s Dal (short for Dalwinnie). He’s a GSP and is 6 months old. He’s very dopey but the sweetest boy ever. He helped heal my heart when my other boy, Ben died (a kelpie x cattle dog) defending Millie from a snake.
Then Lady, who is also 6 months and is a pit bull. She’s quite dainty but she is definitely NOT a lady lol. She’s is my husband’s girly.
Then there’s Whisky (can you sense a theme? lol) he’s my gorgeous merino Guinea pig and is 4yo. Another sweet boi who I adore with all my heart.
Finally, there’s our latest edition, who we rescued 2 weeks ago. My son named him Bruce (as in Wayne, and plans to get him a bat hat so he can be bat cat lol). Even though he’s technically my son’s cat, we have a very special bond and he’s become my shadow. I adore him. He’s a bit ratty looking at the moment as he’s healing from ringworm.
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Quite the good looking bunch you have there! Sorry to hear about Ben. You mentioned living in the middle of nowhere, so I’m guessing that snakes and the like, are part of the terrain.
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Yeah I’m in outback Queensland. And on a farm which produces all manner of grain. Where there’s grain, there’s mice and where there’s mice, there’s snakes. In summer it’s worse as far as snakes go, but in winter that can still hang about. The worst offender where I live (and the one that got Ben) is a brown snake. But we also get red belly blacks (also deadly), carpet pythons, tree snakes, and rainbow snakes (not as bad). Needless to say, closed in shoes are a must where I live, and I won’t go outside in the dark as I can’t see them. My puppers are brought inside every night to keep them safe.
This was my benny boy (on the right, with Millie his sister on the left)
And with my youngest son, who absolutely adored him
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Speaking of cats knocking lamps off of tables…
I have some food for thought for those flat lander’s. If the world were flat, cats would have knocked everything off of it by now.
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I’ll list ours one at a time, because there are some interesting back stories for most of them.
This was our first pet Hermione, named after Hermione Granger from Harry Potter. House trained in ONE day! I put a small copper bell (Fishing bell) on a string on the slider. Every half hour, I’d call her with treat in hand and lift her paw to touch the bell, then let her out. She knew her name the third time I called her.
While she was out and I saw her go pee, I would tell her to go pee. Within a few days, she’d go on command. Took a little over a week to get her to crap on command. Rather handy when on long drives cross county to go camping.
This was a little over 20 years ago. Google told me about a number I could call to get a recommendation based on our life style. Black Lab! $400.
Wife and I were into making wine. Bought some oranges, lemons and lime. Margarita wine! I bumped up the Citric Acid, 'cuz I like sour. Bottled it up, placed it all on a wine rack in our basement in Michigan where it was a constant 65 degrees.
Couple months later, I’m puttering around in the basement with the dog. I hear this POP, then piddle, piddle piddle. I’m like WTF? Did she just piss down here?
A brief investigation showed that a cork had popped out of a bottle of wine and it was ejaculating all over the floor! A continued investigation showed that several more were ready to pop.
There are 2 fermentation’s for wine and a third for Champaign. We had Champaign! We drank some that evening. Not exactly a full glass. I woke the wife up at around 2 am, because we had passed out!
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This is Tickfaw. Found her in Tickfaw State Park near New Orleans. Dusk, we’re eating dinner and I see these 2 tiny glowing dots behind the wife. An investigation showed it was a kitten that fit in the palm of my hand. First pic he’s in the dryer. Second he’s like me. Half in the bag.
Took her to a vet the next day figuring he’d put him down. Nope! Gives her a bunch of drugs, pulls a scab from the back of her neck and grabs something called a wolf worm. Mixed up some dry milk, told me how to feed him, get him onto dry food and teach him to poop.
Took him to work for a month. Put a sing on my office door. Beware the Wilder-beast! Ready to go to work one morning, I wiped his but with a warm wash cloth as instructed. Shit all over my favorite ugly tie!
For years, he’d climb up my pant leg then shirt, and perch himself on my shoulder.
He was TRULY stealthy. I’d be on the couch barefooted and he’d approach, throat wobbling (or something) ears back, eyes squinting and pounce! Ha! Saw you coming like a used car salesman.
I’d smack him around with my foot. Have a LOT of scars to prove it.
NO water is fresh enough. Would NOT drink from a bowl.
Well this system is telling me to make one long message rather that replying over and over. So, here we go.
Ever seen Star Trek Deep space Nine? A dude went by the name of Rom. <sp?> A species that was all about the 246 rules of acquisition. All about a buck. Their species did not allow woman to make profit. They were supposed to be naked at all times. Obviously not allowed in public. The men had HUGE ears. Woman, not so much.
Those with the bigger ears were more profitable. Don’t ask me why, I didn’t make this shit up!
One time she put on these fake ears, and made a hell-of-a-lot of profit. Hooked up with the Grand Nagus. Grand poo-bah, or something. Her ears were disproportionate. Rom’s affectionate name for her was “Moogie.”
We found her under our car at the long term parking at an airport. Sat behind the car for an hour. Wife went and got some french fries. FINALLY coaxed her out. Limping on her right rear paw. Took her to a pet hospital. Vet said, “there’s nothing wrong with her leg. She’s actually a very smart dog. Played you like a poker chump… However, she’s pregnant. And the only thing she’s eaten besides your french fries are stones!”
Dunno how she learned or why I let her, but we live in what I’d call track housing? Houses are closer than a mobile home park. We have .17 acres of land. She’d go to the edge of our property (Sidewalk crack) and the neighbor on one side and the neighbor on the other. LOVED Halloween!
This was Lola. We didn’t name her, but it sounds kinda kinky, no? Get it? The kinks? Bahahahaha! Was in cooking school and this hot young chick would come to my apartment to practice our trade, and one day she brought this dog. Flea bitten! Took her out to go poop, and saw worms in her stool. Told her she’d not be taking the dog home and that it was mine now.
LOVED to wear a dress. I mean it was hard to put one on her, she’d get so excited. Gal said she didn’t like cheese!!! Dunno what kinda cheese she gave her. She love American sliced, Parmesan, Asiago… Didn’t like Fetta or Goat cheese. Nose curled at Blue cheese. Can’t blame her, there.
See the graduation cap? I simply could not train her. Had to take her to school. When she was done I could take her to Pet-co and take her down an isle and tell her to stay. Half hour later she’d still be there. I could point at a chair and tell her to take a pill, and she’s jump up and lay down.
This one we have now. This is Sybil. She has a lot of different personalities. We found her at the pound after loosing Moogie. She was locked in a cage with a Chihuahua. We “think” she’s part Jack and part Yorke. I call her a Chihuahua
This is Casey. The wife wanted to call her Kitty Cat. Hell, no! We don’t give our animals lame names! She said, “Can we call her KC?” Only if the bases are loaded and she’s at bat!
Not really much to be said. We had just lost Tickfaw, and the very next day a co-worker found this in her front yard and brought her to us. First day here, she was loving up the wife. Later the same day, my had was hanging over the arm rest of the couch and a totally unprovoked attack took place.
I have the scars to prove it! I yelped, used a couple 4 letter words and she doesn’t like anyone now.
This is Gus, named after Gustavo Fring on Breaking Bad. Why Gus? He’s a very bad dog! Well, not so much anymore, but when we first got him, I couldn’t train him at all!
Grab a treat, hold it near the ground and slowly raise it above his head and back. They’ll sit instinctively. Not this one. Spinning, jumping and yelping. Couldn’t get him to stay in order to teach him to come. Even if the wife tried to hold him. One day he jumped up on my lap, and I says, “Come here Gus.”
Praised him big time. Set him down, jumped back on my lap, called him by name and more praise. Now he’ll even crawl. Loves the hell outta me. BTW, he’s a Cairn Terrier. Like Toto on the Wizard of Oz. Had to get a replacement for Moogie.
Last, but not least, Ralphie, after Ralph Cifaretto on the Sopranos. Orange hair. VERY friendly. Can’t keep the bedroom door closed or he’ll pound at it all night. He was re-homed to us. Typical nocturnal cat, plays all night, sleeps all day. Not much to say about him except I wanted to re-home him. This ship took me 3 years to build. Took his 4 month old ASS to destroy it. Knocked it off the shelf.
4’ X 4’.
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What kind of dog is that? Looks to be rather a bit large.
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She’s a pittie mix….i assume 90 percent staffie and 10% boxer.
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Jesus! Just googled images. Never seen a terrier that big! Course her head is 80% of her weight.
We had a black Lab that drooled on command. We’d sit down for dinner, I’d say drool, and within minutes, she could fill a swimming pool.
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