Friday OT - We'll Make Great Pets!
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Before I was diagnosed with animal allergies, we had Jinx (black cat - the ruler of the roost) and Sierra (German sherpherd/corgi cross). They were my buddies. Jinx often slept right between the vixen and I. (Or wherever the hell she wanted!)
No pics, sorry......they are both gone. Jinx is in cat heaven.
No pics, sorry......they are both gone. Jinx is in cat heaven.
Cyclonepride
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My white teddy bear (pictured above) is a Bichon/Shih Tzu mix, and the teddy bear before was a Maltese/Shih Tzu mix. Both very sweet dogs.
Some of you have adventurous cats. Mine is lazy AF and I don't think she could climb or jump up on anything more than a bed.
Just passing through to say I like the thread title. Might try to snap a picture of my German Shorthair later.
Not to be a downer, but I'm getting sick of all these national shows praising how much adoption rates of pets are up during this time, and shelters posting videos of empty kennels for the first time ever.
What's going to happen when everyone goes back to work and they realize they can't take care of these pets when they aren't giving them 24/7 attention? I just hope it doesn't end out poorly for a lot of them.
We are looking for another dog before ours passes so he can share good habits. Maybe we'll find a 'rona rescue.
What's going to happen when everyone goes back to work and they realize they can't take care of these pets when they aren't giving them 24/7 attention? I just hope it doesn't end out poorly for a lot of them.
We are looking for another dog before ours passes so he can share good habits. Maybe we'll find a 'rona rescue.
And now they're going to be really mad for a long time that you took down the comfy ladder.
Don't have a pet but I'm the guy at gatherings spending more time hanging out with the house dog than the people so this thread rules.
Yeah I've thought about that too. It's good and all but it's being treated as therapy more than responsibility.
Haven't had a pet in 25 years but may have finally beaten the better half down after years of discussion.
My favorite pet was our Siberian Husky that we had when I was little, into my early teen years. A purebred, Dad must have spent a fortune on it when we probably shouldn't have been spending it on a dog. Unfortunately, it liked to eat anything that got in its' way, including livestock. It killed a couple of pigs, rodents big and small, almost anything. It didn't bother cats or sheep, which were the only other animals we had on the farm. It would run off to hunt and eventually return after another successful battle. It ended up being chained out front or caged in the barn for the last few years of its' life because it wouldn't stop eating things and neighbors started threatening to shoot it (and they should have been angry after it was lunching on their livestock).
The three biggest hunts:
- It chased a woodchuck into a tree and sat there for days. The woodchuck wasn't coming down until the dog left. It was right next to the dog house and the water, and the dog wasn't leaving. Dog finally left after the woodchuck fell out of the tree.
- It chased a pheasant down the mini-bike trail I had in the end rows of the field. Ripped down the trail and by the time the pheasant figured out what was going on and flapped its' wings, the dog jumped up a couple of feet and snatched it out of the air. I couldn't believe my eyes. It dropped the bird on the trail and sauntered away.
- 50 chickens. In one shot. At a neighbor's house three miles away. Neighbor ran it off and came to Dad's house to discuss. Dad wrote a check.
Despite the murderous rage, it was a super cool dog. It never bit a person and was never aggressive towards humans. It would follow me on my mini-bike and run for hours. Despite our best efforts, it had no interest in pulling us around in a sled. Watching it frolic in the first snow of the year was always fun, the dog would lose its' mind. Easily my favorite pet.
My favorite pet was our Siberian Husky that we had when I was little, into my early teen years. A purebred, Dad must have spent a fortune on it when we probably shouldn't have been spending it on a dog. Unfortunately, it liked to eat anything that got in its' way, including livestock. It killed a couple of pigs, rodents big and small, almost anything. It didn't bother cats or sheep, which were the only other animals we had on the farm. It would run off to hunt and eventually return after another successful battle. It ended up being chained out front or caged in the barn for the last few years of its' life because it wouldn't stop eating things and neighbors started threatening to shoot it (and they should have been angry after it was lunching on their livestock).
The three biggest hunts:
- It chased a woodchuck into a tree and sat there for days. The woodchuck wasn't coming down until the dog left. It was right next to the dog house and the water, and the dog wasn't leaving. Dog finally left after the woodchuck fell out of the tree.
- It chased a pheasant down the mini-bike trail I had in the end rows of the field. Ripped down the trail and by the time the pheasant figured out what was going on and flapped its' wings, the dog jumped up a couple of feet and snatched it out of the air. I couldn't believe my eyes. It dropped the bird on the trail and sauntered away.
- 50 chickens. In one shot. At a neighbor's house three miles away. Neighbor ran it off and came to Dad's house to discuss. Dad wrote a check.
Despite the murderous rage, it was a super cool dog. It never bit a person and was never aggressive towards humans. It would follow me on my mini-bike and run for hours. Despite our best efforts, it had no interest in pulling us around in a sled. Watching it frolic in the first snow of the year was always fun, the dog would lose its' mind. Easily my favorite pet.
Thanks! ... I can't take credit for choosing any of the names (well, maybe a co-credit for Malkovich)
