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neebee
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calif/texas
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Topic Author's Original Post - Dec 14, 2008 - 01:09am PT
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hey there all... say, as we all have pets...
what kind of "chaos" have you all, thus far a'mets...
have you ever seen that movie, you know the one...
where the great dane chases, in play, with the "dachsies" on the run...
why, you'd near NOT believe the mess they made of the house...
why, it was far worse, than the messy nesting of a busy ol' mouse...
well now, you see...
seems this is happening to me...
seems its part due to the newest baby kitten harper...
he's the one, to be the biggest starter...
he's knocking down shelves, and dance clothes within the closet...
and anything else of "breakage" where-ever his little feet do a'set...
course, now, moving in towards the movie's theme, a mite more...
oh my, and man oh man, why i could near be exausted, picking up stuff, for sure...
as, you see...
there more to this mess, and this, it be...:
seems half the cats try avoiding the new pup-dog...
why, they must be high-tailing it, through a fog...
they're jumping up high, and traveling by shelf-and-bookcase...
why, they never see a thing in the way, as onward, to avoid her, they do a'race...
my house seems to be falling down around me...
and the mess grows, as i trail them fast, trying to fix all that i see...
in this small living space...
i must make haste...
or before i know it...
i'll be lost in every bit...
each thing has it place, or so it should...
but the critters are making my home, a shambles, and i never DREAMED they could...!
well, perhaps once the kitten has grown...
i'll once again have a normal home...
and perhaps once they cats settle used to the dog...
each thing once again, will be placed like rows of many a "neated" log...
and now, my dear friends, it YOUR TURN to a spin...
what pet ruinations, your ol' critters did for you, begin...
was it your best climbing rope...?
or perhaps, your best camera scope...?
were your well done paper-works turned into trash...?
or say, did they even chew up your cash...?
oh, and let's not forget that messy, smelly garbage they can strew about...
or, your nice yummy food, they can steal, chew-up, and even spit up and out...
or, maybe it was your closet they've knocked apart, as was with mine...
where they knocked down the bar, holding up all things, so fine...
awwwwwwwww, our wonderful, ever busy, busy, pets...
when these stories are all said and done, in the long run, there'll be no regrets...
as--it was US that invited them here in the first place...
and, by the good lord's grace...
we'll come out the winner here in the midst of it all, AND i don't jest...
as these pets that we love, are just the very, very BEST!...
*dedicated to blinny/ekat, for her love for her skadi...
and how through many hardships, far more serious, she's stuck through..
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hossjulia
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Eastside
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Dec 14, 2008 - 01:09pm PT
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I tend to get mine after the puppy stage, but rescues have their own sets of problems, and I've had plenty of my things chewed up, as well as things of guests! and once, a whole wall ripped open by a Doberman frantic for a bitch in heat. He did not escape, but wished he had.
He got cut that next week, lucky I didn't kill him.
That was best dog in the world #1, Houdini.
Next best dog in the world was greyhound Blue. He was very funny, that boy. Lucky he survived his first week with me. I could not stand having him on a leash in the open area, so I let him off. I did not see anything he could chase. Took him less than 5 minutes to find a really large mule deer doe, about 1.5 miles off. I never saw her until he got close and she broke cover. I watched in horror, all the things the greyhound people telling me flashing before my eyes, as he trips and falls his way, at full speed, across uneven terrain, with lots of rocks, that he has never been on before. He's 8. (They told us he was 3)
He was lame the rest of his life. He may have had a problem when we got him, but did not know. It was in his feet. I think he broke bones in his feet that day. Oh, and good thing I was in shape at the time, I ran after him and got to him just as the doe spun around and decided it was time to kill this pesky dog!
I ran full tilt, yelling as loud as I could to distract BOTH of them. It worked, Blue seemed spent, saw me and knew I was not happy. Deer wheeled and bolted when she saw me, but Blue did not give chase, holding up one foot. I didn't take him to the vet because he seemed to walk out of it some on his way home, and frankly, it did not occur to me that a dog could break his own foot bones by running! I thought he just pulled some muscles or something. Whatever happened, he ended up with arthritis, BAD, in his feet.
He was the first canine recipient of Adaquin injections for arthritis. (Glucosamine sub Q.)The vet had been using it on horses with great success, so he tried it on Blue. It worked for many years. Dr. Cook in Erie, Co, wrote a paper for CSU about it. He came to love greyhounds through Blue and did some pro-bono work for the greyhound rescue.
Blue liked to watch TV, never seen nothin like that at the kennel! Or maybe they left a TV on for the dogs, I don't know. Only thing Blue ever chewed up, that I can recall, was the TV remote! Ron had to keep hiding it, and start leaving the TV on for Blue.
Oh, there was the time we came home and the Sunday paper was spread ALL over the floor, with a cat hiding under it and a very frisky looking greyhound splayed out on top of the mess! I think we saved kitty from a mauling. I also think we took to separating the cats and dogs while they were home alone.
But the worst thing that my pets have done to me is make me love them so much I have committed financial suicide for far too many years. I am petless now and sad about it, but I can not in good conscience get another pet until I have more stability in my life. My horse suffered for it, and so have my dogs and cats over the years, not getting enough medical care, skimping on the good food when I was really poor, being moved around too much etc. Better to not have them, I think. Besides, the whole way we talk about "our" pets bugs me. So possessive, like they are things or something. I don't like the idea of owning another being.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 14, 2008 - 06:31pm PT
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hey there hossjulia... and hey there to skipt...
say, these are great shares...
skipt:
my grandkids have a dog like alex, perhaps... huge, big puppy in a full grown dog-body... (very nice article, too, skipt--thanks, it works fine here, too)...
he chews up WHOLE bedrooms... and even sofas... but for love, he can't be beat.... i keep praying that they keep that kindness in their hearts to keep putting up with him... he has a home there, which is better than what someone else might do, if they got rid of him....
say hossjulia:
never in my life have a heard SUCH a dog adventure... say, may i send a copy of that day at to my twin buddies in montana---they love it, as, they have dog and wild life eps, all the time...
*well, all----i must add to my list... my cat, last night, seems to have taken-down a whole (unstable) shelf, full of beads, etc---as i heard it crash to the floor last night... then, it knocked down my tiny lamp full of earrings...
and---i now know why ever boot i own, continually falls down the stairs, landing into the cat's water bowls:
it MY fault... i have given them "shakey toy tiny mice" and kept them on the cat side of the babygate, at the foot of the stairs... cats are going nuts for them, taking boots down, too... (boots are lined upward along the stairs... as i have no place to put them)...
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the greatest feat yet!...
flying cat harper, lands in grandkid's soup bowl, on the counter, as flying cat leaps from the top of refrigerator!...
it all crashes to the floor, leaving soup for all---until i cleaned it up, much to the cat and dog's dismay... (it had glass in it, of course, though)
yep, they sure can mess up a house---and here i was doing so very well all these years! critter-wise, concerning neatness!...
all it took to turn-the-tide, was a babe-kitten, and pup-dog... hmmm, this never happened in texas (course i had a real house then)... :)
*pets never got the ol' christmas tree, though (i always tie and nail it up to the walls... hahahaha... and sometimes even put up babygates)... (some owners take all the fun out of christmas trees, huh? ---awwww, shucks: guilty...
sure am glad i don't live in a tent! :) :) :)
see the movie---clasic dog's mess house scene...
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hossjulia
Trad climber
Eastside
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Dec 14, 2008 - 07:17pm PT
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skip, sure your name isn't John Grogan, and that the dog's name was really Marley? "Marley and Me", great book. Could have been you and Alex.
I Love the Ugly Dachshund! Haven't seen it since I was a kid, but I remember enough to know I loved it.
neebee, my Mom got a kitten from the shelter once who was crazy. No dog chasing this wild thing around, either, but he manged to pull all the stunts you describe, on his own. After about 3 months of locking him in the bathroom when she wasn't home, she asked me if I thought he should go back to the shelter. She got a cat because her little dog had been a bit of a pain, for 15 years. (Yappy Schnauzer, but trained and a good dog.)
So, she took him back and found an older cat more suitable for her temperament and stage in life. I see nothing wrong with that. My grandmother had a nasty dog she kept for 10 years because she felt obliged, and she was a great guard dog, but no one really liked that dog all that much, and we quit going over there because we were sick of being bit. If she had ever attacked me, I would have killed her. So keeping an unsuitable animal is a favor to no-one, including the animal.
And this is such an individual thing! Me, I have no patience for true brats, thus will never own a sled dog breed.
Or date too many more Cancers. ;->
Feel free to share, some of this may wind up in a book someday.
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Karen
Trad climber
So Cal Hell
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Dec 14, 2008 - 07:36pm PT
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Speaking of sled dogs, saw the most amazing demonstration of good doggie behavior outside of the "Holistic Hound", lol....an organic pet food store in Berkeley. Anyway, this gorgeous husky was sitting outside the entrance, off his leash and at total peace with the world. Always thought these were out of control run off and leave you type dogs, not this one, plus he was sweet as well.
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Russ Walling
Social climber
Upper Fupa, North Dakota
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Dec 14, 2008 - 08:31pm PT
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Cracker started out hating foam, day one.....
Then moved on to books......
You can see her paws admiring her handiwork in the lower left corner of this last pic.
Recognize any of those books????
Then grew out of it..... go figure.
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neebee
Social climber
calif/texas
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Topic Author's Reply - Dec 14, 2008 - 09:21pm PT
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hey there russ.... say, your ol' cracker looks a tad bit like my patty-ann... and you know:
your photos look a LOT like my kitchen the other day... hmmm, i should have taken a picture---seems i was in too big a hurry to get her outside before she made a "personal" doggie mess of the more smell-oriented kind...
i am near tempted to just GIVE her a phone book of her own (as that was the main thing she chewed up)... never touched her own so-far beloved bones or toys, this time.. :O
say--hossjulia, i think it was (i may need to edit this, if i'm wrong)... you know, where i work cleaning the animal, they tell the folks that adopt them, that, if they are not compatible with the animal with three weeks, that they are welcome to bring it back and try another...
it really is wrong to keep a dog or cat that you are umcomfortable with...
now, as to my little harper, he is a sweetie, but i've never yet seen a cat that so innocently "topples near everything he touches" ... hmmmm, he had a knack of some sort, that's for sure...
*neglected, but serious, EDIT: of course, though, i MUST mention, harper also has a very adapt skill at getting into all kinds of stuff that none of the other cats DARE even THOUGHT to try... seems they are learning just a tad from him, now, though, too... (herein lies the element of surpirse, now, housewise)...
and of course, the new pup-dog is sending the cats to "higher ground" and i've ACTUALLY taped down all my photo-frames that sit on the shelves, etc... (thrift store furniture--so no harm done)----sure looks MIGHTY strange, though...
but the critter companion SURE makes it worth it :) (except perhaps when i hear the initial "landslides"---but it passes---right along with all my stuff)... :)
thanks for the neat shares... i need to go back and see who else shared here now...
hmmmm, i wonder what my patty ann is chewing on, she's downstairs and will not brave trying to come up here... last time, i caughter her with nearly chowing down on my christmas cards---the first ones in a box, that i've finally been able to afford to buy, in near 9 years...
no, NO, patty... go BACK to the phone book... you hear now????
:)
oh, near forgot:
say, karen, my brother, the one in los altos, he used to have a golden retriever (died of old age?) well---it was very well behaved, too... seemed it always sat and waited very well for him when he took it into town, visiting at the local pub and eatery... it sure was amazing...
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