Loungers' Pets

[zaika]

will sometimes stretch a far as he can and then pull his paws in tight over his eyes. When he does that, I try to get my hand in there under his paws.


Lee

*dies* i LOVE it when mine do that!!

 

[Nashoba]

my silly little pumpkin head

this is my Maverick. He's the closest thing I have to a kid. And I adore him. He's a spoiled, spoiled brat.

bored out of his mind...watching me work...wishing I would play with him

at his absolute cutest...fast asleep...and he carries that stupid duck everywhere...he won't go to bed unless he knows where it is and half the time he sleeps with it. I have to replace it every couple of months after he decides it's time to kill it and rips it to shreds. then he brings me the 'body' and basically tells me he wants a new one. And if you ask him 'where's ducky? he will immediately go run and get it and want you to throw it for him so he can chase it and bring it back...silly dog...

taken the day my husband came home on liberty and we picked him up from the kennel. He was so happy to see Daddy, he didn't want to wait for us to finish talking to the kennel owners and tried to jump out the back window of the tacoma....that's 80lbs of dog through that tiny window...such a nerd

 

[RondoHatton]

I'm afraid he is near death, cupped in my hand.

Did I make a "kenina-hora" in posting he was well? Symptoms always pop up after the vet is closed. I will hold him the rest of the night, and hope he can make it till the vet opens in four hours, and lives to make it there, & that he can be saved.

i think he knows he is being held by me, close to my heart. his heart and breathing have never been so low. eyes barely open. mine are full of tears. we travel by motorbike and drizzle is predicted. this is my daily companion of 12 years. i am inconsolable.

 

[Kishtu]

Oh Rondo I'm sorry.

Poor little guy. So hard for animals (including birds here) to be sick... how do you explain to them that you want to make it better? how do you say you love them?

Answer: you don't have to, they just know. I hope your chap bucks up. Thinking of you.

 

[RondoHatton]

he is gone now

held him in my hand for his last breath - breathing became labored, his head arched back, looked up at me (?), squeaked weakly, lowered his sweet head and went to heaven. cant believe he is dead - cant let him go - keep looking down at him - yeah, thats tauta bina, dead, kaked, but he is my baby! innocent little prankster stole my heart 12 years ago. now my heart is dead too. oh Paddy, like you and your beloved dog. only this lounger (rondo) does not seem possessed of the same intestinal fortitude.

 

[Tony in Tarzana]

I'm so, so very sorry Rondo. He knew he was loved right up to the end, I'm sure of that.

 

[Kishtu]

Poor little guy.

All I can say though when the great day comes I wouldn't mind that way to go myself - being held by the one I love, thinking I'm safe and loved to the last, with every day of my life been happy and joyous.

 

[Girl Friday]

I'm so sorry Rondo, animals really are like family.

Will you get another? It took me several months to get over the loss of my dog several years ago, but I did and I love her just as much.

 

[RondoHatton]

don't think there will be another like him

His was (is still) a special bond, he came to me an almost unweaned (and I knew naught about birds, but learned) baby bird.
Then word got around I had a happy lory and a vet tech gal leaving town "dumped" (another story) her lory (same basic bird, different color sub species) in my good care. But this little girl bird STILL misses her mommy, and has not quite the bond with me. Perhaps because my little boy was on top of the pecking order?
My evil ex broke up seven years ago. Between us we had adopted/rehomed about a dozen parrots. Leaving, I got my boy, the little girl lory, and a "vicious" Senegal who sorta thinks I am his old owner, but has his bitey tricks often. Bonded, but in a manner different from my sweet first lovesponge of feathers. I fear to think what happened to those left behind - one day long ago moving my things out of our old garage, I noticed the bird room, cage doors open, birds out, unattended, where they could (and would!) attack and harm one another, no one else home - a very bad sign. Next visit a couple were missing - and not rehomed either, I fear.
She, I do NOT miss at all, the nafka tsatska trombinick!

Looking out my window, it looks like the sky is crying this morning.

 

[BeBopBaby]

Feel free to do so, BeBop. 'Tilla doesn't know from copyrights. lol (I won't mind, either. You have my permission. )


Lee

Someone on craftster made a very similar pillow and I immediately thought of it when I saw Tilla.

http://www.craftster.org/forum/index.php?topic=71675.0

 

[HadleyH]

Looking out my window, it looks like the sky is crying this morning.

{{{{{{{{RondoHatton}}}}}}}

Those of us who love our pets and care for the wellbeing of all animals on this earth, know exactly what you are going through.
Sending you thoughts of love and confort.

 

[Jovan]

I'm moving in with FOUR beautiful roommates, one of whom will be my new pet.

Kira's a darling from what I've seen of her so far.

 

[deelovely]

..and he carries that stupid duck everywhere...he won't go to bed unless he knows where it is and half the time he sleeps with it. I have to replace it every couple of months after he decides it's time to kill it and rips it to shreds. then he brings me the 'body' and basically tells me he wants a new one. And if you ask him 'where's ducky? he will immediately go run and get it and want you to throw it for him so he can chase it and bring it back...silly dog...

That is sooo funny to me because my yellow lab, Colby Jack, does the EXACT same thing! He loves his ducky so much, he tosses it across the room with his mouth, then pounces on it! He keeps his ducky for a while too, but actually JUST last night he killed the current one! I woke up this morning to find white ducky stuffing spread all over my living room...hahahaha!!lol
Here is a pic of my Colby Jack, he is just over a year old.

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[Nashoba]

That is sooo funny to me because my yellow lab, Colby Jack, does the EXACT same thing! He loves his ducky so much, he tosses it across the room with his mouth, then pounces on it! He keeps his ducky for a while too, but actually JUST last night he killed the current one! I woke up this morning to find white ducky stuffing spread all over my living room...hahahaha!!lol

It's a lab thing I think. Cause Maverick does that too. Throws it across the room, plays catch with himself. It's rather amusing to watch. The other lab trait that he has is that he CONTSTANTLY has to have SOMETHING in his mouth. it almost doesn't matter what it is. a shoe..a shirt...a pillow....he just has to have something in his mouth. and if he can't find of of his toys he will grab the first thing he can find. which half the time is something that I'd really rather him not have....
He's a Chesapeke with rodesian ridgeback and pit bull. and it's amazing how many of traits of each breed he exhibits.
He really is a spoiled brat too. I don't know what I would do without that dog. He was found on the street with a note around his neck that read free when he was 9 weeks old. The little boy who found him brought him to my police station and the instant I saw him, I knew he was mine. He was so small that day I brought him home in my field jacket. And I'm a small person. that was 7 years ago....

 

[Vintage Betty]

My dog Lucy used to do that too

I miss her.
Vintage Betty

 

[John in Covina]

MAX the Wunderdog, a dachshund avocado mix, is a chewy dog, and has a thing for my shoes. He will chew my t-shirts often and destroys cotton towels. NO STUFFED TOY HAS A CHANCE! And he will pull the stuffing out of pillows, quilts, and even his bed. He likes to play tug of war with said items, and also does this wingo! flip of his head and tosses small items up in the air. I have seen him grab a pair of my undies from the floor and twirl them around . Right now he has one of my sneakers and one of my oxford saddle shoes under the coffee table, but he hasn't been chewing, they were just invitations to chase him.

He is my buddy and you can see the love shinig in his eyes.

The avocado mix comes from the fact that we have an avocado tree in the back yard and when they start to drop, well Max loves avocados. I like to say he's half avocado.

His pix is in the begining of this thread and there are a couple near the end of the So Cal Backyard BBQ thread in the events section plus I think he's on the video Seth posted there.

 

[Nashoba]

Oh VB. She was adorable.

 

[deelovely]

Yes VB, she was adorable! She is smiling in that picture of her!


John in Covina, that is too funny about the avocados!lol

Nashoba, that is the sweetest story! She was meant to be your baby...

Isn't is wonderful how loving and completely devoted our dogs are to us?! I don't know what I would do without my Colby Jack (even if he is really Daddy's boy...:eusa_doh: ) We also had a chocolate lab named Kona that was the sweetest thing, but he passed recently because of health problems. It is sooo terribly hard to lose a pet, but we just have to love them as much as we can and enjoy their love and companionship while we have them.

 

[MrNewportCustom]

Of my two late cats, John Doe and Jane Doe, Jane loved playing with toilet paper. I couldn't keep it out, because she'd shred the entire roll if I was away. She also knew how to open the cabinets in the bathroom and kitchen, so even though I kept the poper in one, it still was not safe. Safer, but by no means safe.

I used to drive California, Arizona, Oregon and Washington, and sometimes I'd come home after three or four days on the road to find mouth-sized pieces of toilet paper spread throughout the apartment, along with two or three rolls of chewed paper. Sometimes, she chewed right through the plastic wrap. lol

Jane also loved the rafters. I have a couple pictures of her leaping from one to another. One day, though, she had her tail over one side of a rafter and her head over the other, and was playing with her tail. I looked up and told her, "Jane, one of these days you're going to fall off." Not five seconds later I heard a cat-like thud on the kitchen floor. I looked over and upon seeing her doing her Pee Wee Herman impersonation ("I meant to do that.") I said to her, "I told you so."

She also liked to play in grocery bags. The plastic ones! I never left one out if wasn't there, but I'd let her have her fun while I watched. She also liked to swing in them. I'd gab the handles and start swinging her back and forth until I got enough momentum for a full loop. She'd look a little worried after two or three loops, but she wouldn't leave the bag and never jumped out whenever I grabbed the handles. I think she actually liked it. We played that game numerous times over the years. She lived to be fifteen years old.


Lee
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"If you've ever gone away on a trip and left a cat for a longer period of time than the cat finds appropriate, you know how hideously peeved and petulant the cat can behave upon your return. As it was, the cat ignored me implicitly when I entered the bedroom, and as I picked her up and carried her downstairs she favored me with a weary, resigned expression that I interpreted as the beginnings of a brief, feline campaign of Ghandi-like passive resistance." - Kinky Friedman

 

[imoldfashioned]

Sometimes I wonder what our pets think of us.

I was looking for something in a closet yesterday and found this bizarre stuffed pumpkin that I bought at a Christmas Tree Shop years ago (I don't usually get a lot of holiday stuff but the expression on this thing cracked me up). What should I do with it I wondered? Obviously, I should pose my brown guinea pig on top it, and I ran off to do just that. The result:

Brownie is so patient with me.