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The envelope please…. ::rip:: Yesterday’s winner of a PAX mug: Comment #62–Amelia! (Email me!)
Today, something new up for grabs! A PAX League tote bag perfect for book wookies to carry around their latest haul of romance novels! One side of the bag has my “Romance with an Edge of Danger” tagline and the other side of the bag has the “We Save the World So You Don’t Have To” PAX logo. More on that in a minute………
So I was at the vet’s office for two hours yesterday. This vet always makes me wait. I need to get a new vet. When we went to Ocracoke Island last week, this vet (who has been our regular vet since we moved here last year) was full for boarding so we took Blue and Blossom, our two Australian Shepherds, to another vet for boarding. Turns out they were due for shots so the new vet said if we boarded them there, we had to let them give them their annual physicals and shots while they were there. That was fine since I’d intended to have the regular vet take care of that while they were in boarding if they’d had room there. When I went to pick the dogs up (who were slobberingly grateful to see me after thinking they’d been abandoned) I met the new vet. She was really nice. I liked her a lot except for the part where she kept insisting my dogs were fat. (They don’t look fat to me!!!! Do they look fat to you???)
I angsted a bit over who to take the cat to for his checkup, also due, but decided to take Buttercup back to the regular vet who did, after all, save his life six months ago when my supposedly fat dogs took a bite out of him and left him clinging to a log over the swollen creek in our backyard. Then he left me hanging for two hours. I keep thinking I should dump this vet. I mean, I would wait two hours on a regular basis for my beloved gynecologist back in Texas who had delivered my babies, but I’m waiting two hours for a VET now??? Then I’m finally paying this humongous bill at the checkout (after two hours) and the receptionist is asking me, “How is Blue and Blossom? I love your dogs! They are so sweet! When are we going to see them again?” What, am I going to this vet because I like the receptionist???
Our vet in Texas was so mean. And yet I kept going to him. What is my problem with vets? I have turned down representation from well-known literary agents because I didn’t think they were right for me and I can’t dump a vet??? I think I need my head examined. (Does anyone want to write a Dear John letter to my vet for me? And could you send flowers to the receptionist at the same time??)
Okay, today’s contest!!!! Tell me about your pets!! I have a very cranky cat named Buttercup. He is so bad that when I take him to the vet, the vet calls in two assistants and puts a muzzle on him. I love this cat to death. He is my buddy. He follows me around the house and sleeps at my feet and sprawls over my laptop whenever I’m not looking. I call him my Butterboo and my Butterbaby and other things that make my husband’s eyes roll. We also have two dogs, Blue and Blossom. They are both blue merle Australian Shepherds. They’re a brother/sister pair one litter apart and they can chase grown men onto the tops of their pickup trucks. If they could just catch someone, they would lick them to death. (This does not include the cat, of course, who they would like to EAT.)
Today, my 14-year-old son will do the drawing from all comments posted! So, for a PAX tote bag, introduce me to your pets (or your childhood pets, or the pet you would have if you could have a pet)! 
(Note: the “Extravasuzannza” of fun and prizes to celebrate the release of The Beast Within (ON STORE SHELVES TODAY!) continues every day through July 8th! More to come!)
Posted by Suzanne McMinn on July 1, 2005
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My name is Damian. I am an applehead, chocolate point, male Siamese who owns Melissa. I’m the love of her life! And, she can have no other cats but me! She’s the love of my life too.
Meeeeeeeoooooooutahere! D =^.^=
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I don’t think your dogs are fat at all. Good luck with your vet.
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When she was born and I first brought her home from the hospital, my parents had a miniature poodle named Peppy. Whenever she started crying, Peppy would stand on his hind legs and look into the bassinet like he was checking on her. He’s gone now. :sad: But he was a much-loved part of our family.
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Oh, and I am a tortishell cat named Layla. I lie beside my mommy while she writes. I’ve been beside her for every story she’s written for 14 years. I insist on licking coffee from her fingers because I like my morning coffee, too. As well as mint chocolate chip icecream, olives and cheese. I am gorgeous. Everybody knows it. And I scare the dog and refuse to let her pass me on the stairs. I have a much more ferocious personality than she does even though she’s a rottweiler. :mrgreen:
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As for animals, we have three. We have a 14 year old Schnauzer named Holly. She is just like a member of the family and goes almost everywhere with us. She is not as energetic as she once was, but she does still have moments of dancing around the house.
Have two lovable cats, a brother and sister named Porky and Spanky. They loved to be rubbed and will stand at your feet and raise up begging for your hand to touch them, which we always do. They love the dog and continuously rub her. The dog would just as soon be left alone. She will stop and walk a different way, just to avoid going past the cats.
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He’s not really a fun pet. He doesn’t bark, doesn’t want to be petted, doesn’t fetch. But he’s easy. And curious. I think he is around 42 years old. Chances are he will outlive me.
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And…I thought Australian Shepherds didn’t have tails? Or at least stubby ones.
But your dogs are so cute!
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I love pets, but we haven’t gotten one yet in our apartment.
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And YO! to TBW release – awesome!
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Maureen, you Lab/Shepherd mix sounds so sweet! I love Labs!!!
My daughter wants a miniature poodle, Cheryl! My grandmother always had miniature poodles so I have a soft spot for them.
Leanna, I love the story of Miracle!
Trace, I used to have a tortoiseshell cat! I want a calico now so badly…but Buttercup would kill me if I got one, I think.
Amelia, I love the names Porky and Spanky, LOL!!
Margery, you can play! Tell me about the pet you WOULD have if you could have a pet!
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Rene, that is so cool about a tortoise as a pet! I would love to see a picture of that!
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Lindsay, LOL on taking your neighbor’s cat to the vet because you thought he was a stray! I bet your neighbors wish you’d keep doing that! Don’t you just love orange kitties? My first cat was an orange cat.
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My second cat sit by me constantly. He hears my car come in the drive way, jumps to the window to double check it is me, then waits by the door for me. This same cat sleeps on my hair at night to keep me company. And every time I turn on the computer, he is at my side. He loves the cursor. And when the screen saver goes on, watch out. He stares for hours, first at the screen then behind it to find out what’s going on. He will fall asleep with one paw on the screen, the other behind.
I think I am running out of room, but my last is a husky dog I fell in love with. She was afraid of men and would follow me everywhere, even sleep by the door to keep guard over me. She would walk me to my car every morning. And every evening wait until I open the car door and escort me to the house. She died three years ago and to this day I still wear his dog tags on my key chains. The neighbors poisoned him with antifreeze when he wandered in their yard. *No one would admit to it! I, to this day, never spoke with them again. With no proof, the police could do nothing.
I love all types of animals, but the three above are my favorites.
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Thanks for asking about the love of our lives.:razz:
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The princess, and supreme ruler of our house is a mixture of either calico or tortiseshell (I can’t decide) and grey tabby. Her name is Sassy. I found her on the railroad tracks one Sunday morning. She was suffering a terrible upper respiratory infection/cold and her little nose and eyes were runnning and her face was all swollen up. Poor baby. I brought her home and took her to the vet the very next day. I call her “The Sassimus” or “Miss Priss”. She’s spoiled rotten, barely tolerates us humans in her house, gets me up in the middle of the night every night to feed her, then curls up by my side to sleep the rest of the night away. When the kids are in school, she follows me from room to room. It’s really inconsiderate of me to make her get up that often, when she’s trying to sleep. When the kids are home in the summer, she finds a cozy, quiet place away from them to sleep the day away.
Smudge is a calico who lives outside, sleeps in the doghouse with Sammy and is a wonderful mouse and/or mole catcher. My SIL rescued her from the middle of the road somewhere and brought her to us. She spends her free time hunting and exploring the nearby woods. When she’s feeling sleepy she will crawl up in your lap and suckle your knuckle, like a baby.
And finally, Jewels, the cat we couldn’t get rid of. Another animal who wandered up. She had obviously been loved by someone at some point. She’s very friendly and loves attention. She has taken over my husband’s shop and doesn’t like to share it with any other animals. She has finally convince them to stay out so she doesn’t have to run away anymore and come home weeks later half-starved to death. I have a feeling she’s an old cat, though I can’t tell for sure.
I won’t go into all the neighborhood animals who visit everyday. That would take up too much room!
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Okay, our pet is Fred, a water turtle. Some might think it strange to get attached to a turtle…and well, it is.
But what’s someone to do when the little guy starts swim against the tank everytime he sees and you to tell you he’s hungry? Stretching out his neck for me to drop his some food? He’s happier to see more than my own hubby sometimes. :grin:
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He was the only person I was homesick for when I was at boarding school.
In 2001 he left us after 21 years, we planted a buddleia bush to attract the butterflies he used to try and catch. Every Christmas we raise a toast to him. *wipes eyes* Man it still gets me teary.
These days the family is ruled by my sister’s border collie and whippet cross, Bella. She is a rescue dog from the famous Battersea Dogs Home. She is also known as The Bella Bean, The Beanster, Monkey or Princess Little S*** (she is the aplha bitch)
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We had a few cats as well: Smudge, Debbie, Baal, Amanda, Jimi, and Longrange [a kitten we found in a Glasgow street].
I had a budgie Romy, but one day I found feathers scattered around my bedroom floor. I still don’t know what happened as we didn’t have any cats at the time. I also had a mouse, but to my shame, I can’t remember his name.
In Newcastle where I attended uni, I was in a pub when I overheard a student wandered around, asking if anyone wants to buy her cat. A sleazy bloke was interested, but I didn’t like the look of him, so I dived in and talked the student into going back to her place to pick up her cat Blackie that had his tongue permanently sticking out. I renamed him Rainbow and quickly discovered that he was a mean-streaked cat that had no qualms clawing anyone to let them know that he was pissed off. But he also had a soft heart and was a great alarm clock. When an alarm rang off that didn’t wake me up, he sat on my face. He used to love sleeping under my quilt. I really loved him.
Today: three cats – Freak of Nature because when he was 11 weeks old, he was already the size of a young adult cat, he was HUGE. Kane is a flirt who’d whore himself for a head stroke or food. Raffles is a thief because he steals anything that he can carry in his mouth to his various hidden spots.
And an Irish wolf hound, Berlin whom I named after Eddie Berlin, the hero of Theresa Weir’s COOL SHADE. He’s a sad bastard, I have to say. Very kind, sweet and great with kids, but my God, he’s so dim-witted. My cats know this and ruthlessly take advantage of it. My husband and I have to rescue Berlin every day. He also likes to sprawl against front door to wait for the post to come through the letter box. He doesn’t do anything but lie there and wait until letters fall on top of him. He’d get up, sniff at them and amble away to his favourite sleeping spot in the living room. He does this every morning. If there wasn’t any post, he’d lie there all day if we didn’t drag him across the floor to get the door open. Weirdo.
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I have a miniature schnauzer, he’s black, so everyone thinks he’s a scottie. His name is Grant, but we also call him LiLi. I plan on someday getting a Westie and naming him Sherman. My menagerie will be complete when we buy a ranch and I can have an outdoor cat, who will be named Lee.
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Well, the nasty cat apparently liked me (or she just wanted out) because as I walked by, she stuck her paw out and clawed my sweater and wouldn’t let go.
Her name was Frisky. She lived for 20 years and for all that time, she didn’t really like anyone but me.
She was kind of a nasty cat. She’d hiss and sratch at anyone not me and she didn’t really play or come when called or anything (although she did love to play with fresh green beans).
When I went away to college she tolerated my mom but still had a major attitude.
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Robyn, I love apricot toy poodles! My grandmother had a white one named Prissy, then after that one died she got an apricot one….and named it Prissy! Now my sister has a dog named Prissy and my daughter wants to name her dog (when we get another one) Prissy!
Trish, isn’t Jewels the one I saw pictured on your blog not too long ago? You are so good about rescuing pets! We found our Buttercup in a tree. There’s something special when our pets find us rather than the other way around.
Kelly, we had a pet water turtle when I was a little girl and then one day my sister and I left the turtle bowl outside (I’m sure it was my sister’s fault not mine :evil: ) and the turtle died.
Biddy, aw, Dylan sounds like a beautiful cat! I love Burmese cats.
Maili, don’t be sorry! I loved hearing about all your pets. I wish I could see Berlin when those letters fall on him, LOL! I’m so envious of all your cats, and everyone who has more than one. If Buttercup wouldn’t be mean to me about it, I’d have more. I’m going to end up as one of those old ladies with 50 cats….
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Emily, that’s kind of like Buttercup. He is just so cranky and he won’t have anything to do with anyone but me. But he’s my sweetie.
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My dog, Charlie (or Charlie Brown) is a black Border Collie/Retriever mix. I can’t believe what he’s been through. Parvo as a pup, hit by a car and bruised his lungs, hit by another car (yes, he likes to chase cars when he gets out of the yard) and nearly died. He broke his pelvis and couldn’t go to the bathroom by himself. I took care of him for about a month, tirelessly dragging him out of the garage on his little inflatable raft and into the sunny backyard. I never gave up on him, even when the flies swarmed over his wounds and filled them with their nasty little eggs. (I know – this is really gross, but I actually dug maggots out of my dog). I’ll never forget the day I saw him struggle to his feet and wander over to the corner of the yard, lift his leg, and pee. :bananadance: I know that sounds weird, but the vet had told us that if he didn’t get the capability back to go to the bathroom by himself, we needed to think about putting him to sleep. NO WAY was I giving up on my baby.
He’s my shadow – he goes everywhere I go – even to the point of laying outside the bathroom door.
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For a few years, I had a beautiful blue beta fish named Zhaan, after a character in Farscape. It eventually died, which made me horribly sad. No pets since then.
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I understand what you mean buy the fat dog issue! My Vet said Koda needed to loose weight twice now but, I think he’s fine! He only weighs 90 and he’s solid muscle. I hate that now we don’t just have to watch our weight but, our animals too.
I have a ton of coons that I feed and one that I can feed by hand plus, anything else that comes thru our yard gets food and water.
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He was my favorite. He was a beatiful honey color. Whenever he went in the car, he’d sit very proudly, like a prince, by one window on the rear seat. We could see people swivelling to look back at him when we passed them or pointing to him when we stood beside them at a red light. He was hyper and got so excited to see one of us when he or she hadn’t been home for a while that he’d piddle on our feet as soon as we came in. Well, they say a baby’s first gift to its loved one ones is piddling or pooping so why not a dog’s favorite gift upon seeing its loved ones? :eek: :love:
When my family moved from Winnipeg, MB to London, ON, my mother broke her ankle while she was packing. On the trip here she was still clumsy with her leg in a cast and accidentally stepped on Ivanhoe’s tail. He bit my mother. Since he was always such a baby about his shots, both he and my mother got rabies shots that day at some vet’s (well, I guess my mother went to a doctor unless vets give rabies shots to people as well) along the north shore of Lake Superior. He wasn’t angry, just lashed out in his pain.
To make a long story a bit shorter: He was tied up in our front lawn at the new house when the toddler from across the street threw an apple to Ivanhoe and then wanted to get it back. What was Ivanhoe’s was Ivanhoe’s and he bit the little boy–not hard–but enough to make my parents worry about all the other young kids that were around there at the time. We weren’t allowed to have front fences and having one in the back wasn’t allowed for us either because we were beside a creek and the city didn’t want us to spoil the view. So my parents decided to find a home for him outside the city. They found a very nice woman who was used to dogs and gave Ivanhoe to her. I was
when I heard in a letter. However, he was so unhappy without us and snapped at almost everyone except the woman, that she finally decided to put him down. At first I couldn’t imagine not ever seeing him again (I was in Germany at the time). Now I just think back at the time we had with him with fondness. 
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I’ve had everything, horses, crabs(hermit and African), dogs, cats, rats, mice, hamsters, tarantulas, and several snakes.
I still miss Edward, my first rat. I would often let him run around because he was so intelligent and fun to play with. He made up several of his own games. With us he would hide under furniture and jump out on our feet when we walked by. With the dog he would hide under a pillow on the couch and run out to touch her on the nose and then run back. When it was time to put him up I would just call him and he would come. Once my husband and I were on the edge of our seats watching a movie. My husband suddenly leapt up into the air and threw his hand down to his inner thigh to umm protect himself and he said “Get….this….rat!” Edward had climbed up his pantleg as a little joke.:rotfl:
I was cleaning my babies (tarantulas) tanks one day. I usually did this on my own as no-one else liked my babies. I was running out of time and needed help and decided to make someone help. My husband was lounging on the couch so I placed a three inch wide tarantula on his stomach. He gasped and stared down at it and began talking, “Okay, don’t walk up any further. You can stay right there. Don’t move.” He had that little conversation until I was done cleaning. Yes, we’re still married. Why’d you ask.:lol:
Recently my husband and I became foster parents for cats through the humane society. We take in one cat at a time who has behavior difficulties that may hinder them from being adopted and we work with them for a while and then bring them back. It is very rewarding.
I’m stopping here. I could easily triple this post with more stories. I love the subject. Sorry so long.:oops:
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Aw, Laurie, that’s so sad! I guess when she died she wanted to be as close to you as she could.
Mary, Bumper sounds so cute!
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Tammy, that’s funny about your Husky beating up your Pit Bull!!!!
Sigrun, aw, that is so sad about Ivanhoe, but I’m so glad you can remember the good times. Alsatians are beautiful dogs!!!
Jennifer, Australian Shepherds are hard to travel with because they’re so big and bouncy! We’re going to travel with ours this fall because the beach house we’re renting allows dogs, so that’s going to be an adventure.
Juanita, I’m with you, I think some people don’t like cats because of their attitudes, but that’s what I love about them!
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When we moved here the owner of the “the cat” tried to take him with her to her new home across town but he just wouldn’t stay. The first time it took him a week to get back, the second three days and the third a day and a half.
So we kept him. He’s getting old now and I expect he’ll be with us till he passes on.
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I love my cats and think everyone should have at least one cat in their life!
And, no, your dogs are not too fat.. Have an awesome day, Saundra
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Gabby is a small tabby who was abandoned in the foothills of Albuquerque as a baby and she has some issues. She’s afraid of everything, including our two kids. But when they’re gone and she comes out, she is the sweetest little love slut you’ll ever meet. And such a cutie.
The two animals cuddle at night, but they don’t like anyone to know about that. :hyper:
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I have 2 new rabbits (not named yet). One is white and one is black. I have a beautiful white cat named Cat (daughter wouldn’t let me call it anything else), and a black Lab named Shadow.
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He’s also the original fraidy cat. If you look that up in the dictionary, Curry’s picture will be there. He hides under the bed if anyone comes to the door. If my sister and BIL spend the night, he’ll rub up against my sister’s leg and purr when she’s using the bathroom during the night and all will be fine until she speaks. *gg* That’s when he realizes he’s made a dreadful mistake and turns into ‘flat cat.’ :mrgreen:
He loves to be rubbed and chase his tail. He’s even caught it and bitten it for a painful shock, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to catch it again.
He’s pretty, but obviously didn’t stand in the intelligence line long enough. :idea:
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He is my baby..hmmm sound familiar anyone?
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So let me introduce you to Piggy.
Piggy is The Evil Death That Stalks The Night. She is death on four paws to anything remotely small and squeaky.
She hunts with such a single-minded purposefulness that she loses about half her body weight in summer, because she’s more interested in take-out than eating at home…. She moves faster than I can think, and only ever brings home mice or birds still alive if she’s training up another cat.
Piggy is such an efficient killer that if one of the other cats brings in something half dead, I will get Piggy to finish the job because she can do it quicker and neater than I can. I kid you not.
Black, sleek, and glossy, Piggy has a sister called Pippi who’s identical to everyone else and completely different to us…. “What do you mean? Can’t you see Piggy has bigger eyes and Pippi is more fluffy? What do you mean you can’t see the difference in the angle of their ears, are you blind?”
We keep out cats locked in at night, which doesn’t always work. Piggy’s hunting day starts at about 4.30am, when she likes to sit on my chest, purr at my nose and dribble on my chin. If I should be stupid enough to open one eye, even just a slit, she will take that as tacit permission to proceed to the next stage, which is the accurate and excrutiating application of a single white claw to the most sensitve portion of exposed flesh…
But we love her. :mrgreen:
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Peggie, that’s so neat about the cat who wouldn’t move!! LOL!
Saundra, I love those names, Rowdy and Dino! My dogs are siblings, too, and I think they share an extra bond because of that.
Jillian, wow, I wish I could see the cat with the pink fur!
Amy, Oscar does sound like my Buttercup. I have to admit, I like it like that he only likes me!:twisted:
Estella, you are so sweet to take in so many strays and take such good care of them. I would love to do that but my husband would kill me! :shock: But I want to! That sounds wonderful!!
BJ, my sister used to have a dog named Dog, LOL!!
Marcy, that is cute about flat cat!
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Anna, aw, Pippi and Piggy are so cute! LOL on Piggy training up other cats! We try to keep Buttercup in at night, too, but sometimes he outwits me and I can’t get him in! I worry all night when he does that to me!
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The newest addition is JJ. He’s about 5 months old now. I got him back in March. He’s adorable, but full of energy.
They are both my babies though. I love them to death.
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I have two dogs. First a border collie named Ringo. He got his name because when he was a puppy he had a perfect white ring on his ear. His idea of playing with my other dog is to sit on him! He is a very smart dog and you can tell him a particular item of his to go get and where to go look and he does! He is also the dog I have that tiptoes to get near our birds. My other dog is Bear, he is a german shephard mix and is also very smart. Except, thank goodness, he hasn’t figured out that he can jump higher than the fence we have up! He is the dog that can open a door that is closed. He figured out somehow how to turn the doorknob when he was young. In the winter when we move their pen to the back door and let them stay in the back porch (we switch doors to one with a doggie door for outside) we have to make sure to lock the door that leads inside the house or he’ll open when he’s ready to come in! Dogs are smart.
Ok, next we have 8 cockatiels. Those are the birds Ringo tiptoes to get near.
The two that get to stay out all the time aren’t a bit afraid of the dogs. They love me. LOL They insist on being in whatever room I am in and if I leave the room without them they come find me. The one male bird, Coco, even tries to follow me out the door! It makes it hard sometime when I am trying to leave. He’ll get mad and attack my SO when he keeps chasing him off me so we can go somewhere. It’s really funny to see. The female who stays out, Pacer, is so tame and trusting of me, she lets me do anything to her without biting me. The only time she bites, actually she pinches!, me is when I’m eating something and don’t give her a bite! She never draws blood or leaves marks though. Anything we eat, they think they have to at least try a bite of. Her favorite foods are mashed potatoes, ice cream, and raw pecans. We let the other birds out too, but not as often. Pacer and Coco are out 99% of the time. They even like to take showers with me sometimes! I wouldn’t have thought it until we had them, but they all have their very distinct personalities, and are very intelligent birds!
ok, I bragged enough about my 4-legged and feathered babies.
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The vet informs me that she’s got the nastiest breeds going: german shepherd, chow, pit bull, and rottweiler. And she’s a sweetheart. Kids can climb around on her and grab her tongue and she just looks like a martyr and wags her tail.
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But about my babies. We have three kitties. One cranky old lady cat. Her name is Opus and she owns . . . everything. It’s her way always. We will even sit on the floor so we don’t disturb her. But she is like 18 years old. That’s human years. She was my husband’s before we met, but now she wants me more than him. But don’t tell him that.
Our other two babies are brother and sister kitties. Chili and Pepper. Our Chilipeppers. Chili is a solid black cat. He’s big and stout and the biggest whinest mama’s boy you’d ever see in your life. But we’ve been told that that is a common trait in solid black cats. Who knew? We’re especially protective of him around Halloween. Pepper is a black and white fluff. But what she lacks in size she makes up for in absolute adorable. Her whiskers wrap around her head they’re so long, and she does this Lassie thing where she’ll run into a room and stop in her tracks look at us for a second then run back out. If we don’t follow immediately she’ll run back in and do it all over again. The kids are 5 years old so they keep old lady on her toes most days.
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I grew up with a solid white Shepherd/Husky mix named Snow. I still miss him.
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I also have a little mutt we got from the pound April 27th. She’s 4 months old and getting into the lanky goofy stage. Koda follows us around like we hung the moon. She’s adorable. I have both their pics up on puppywars.com
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My first baby, a mutt named Sheba. We rescued her from the SPCA, where she’d been brought with her puppies at 11 months old. She came into the little room and immediately sucked up to the DH who is not a dog person. Smart dog, she knew who she had to win over.
She’s spoiled rotton, loves people, hates all other animals. Wants to be an only pet. Likes the kidlets once she decided they were people. If there is anything on the floor, she will lay on it rather than lay on bare carpet or hard wood. She loves soft stuff.
Three years ago, she had a cancerous growith on one of her front legs. So she had to have it removed. She was around 10 years old, we worried how she would do. She does wonderful on three legs. She DIGS in our yard. She’s always been a digger since we got her. The Dh said with her surgery well at least she won’t dig any more. LOL fooled him.
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TeresaH–that’s so funny about your birds taking showers with you! That cracks me up about Bear opening doors.
Kate, soozee sounds so sweet!!!
Teresa, ack, I bet you do have to be careful with Chili around Halloween. I wouldn’t have thought of that.
Elizabeth, aw, Beagles are so cute!
Gladys, I hope your new Lab baby settles down! I bet he does. You had an Aussie! They’re fun, aren’t they?
Sharon, a fish aquarium is harder to take care of to me than a big dog, so I can relate!
Lynn, oh, Spaniels are so adorable!
Janet, LOL on the iguana who likes Taco Bell!!! One of the elementary schools where we used to live had a pet iguana that wandered around the school. It was really cute.
Danni–Koda is so cute!!!!
Mechele, oh, poor Sheba with her three legs, but LOL that she can still dig!!
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