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Alicia C. Member 
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Okay, pet lovers, here's your chance to talk about your fuzzy (or scaly or feathered) pals. Patti has asked me to take charge of our Pet Pages, so I'm looking for silly or amazing or heartwarming pet tales. I know I can't possibly be the only one up here with crazy pets. Alicia Staff Writer Mom to Gomez, the carrot-stealing, lap-seeking-missle Chihuahua with delusions of being a Big Dawg  |
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Cracker Jax Member 
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If you ever need filler Alicia, Sandra's dog will fill in. Poor guy has no dignity left..... Meanwhile I'll watch my chickens to see if they do anything of interest. Pretty much it's just huntin' and peckin' just like me.
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Alicia C. Member
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Hi Cracker, Believe me, I know Baron. He's a doll. He comes to "Doggie Camp" at my house while Sandra goes on vacation. He's a bed hog, tho.  When he's here, he piles up in the bed with the rest of my critters (2 dogs and at least 2 of the cats share my bed every night), and somehow in the morning Baron is streeetcched out in the middle of the bed while I'm teetering on the very edge.  What really cracks me up is when he and my dogs start playing with the babies (plush toys). The normal game rule is that only ONE of the half-dozen babies in the house is The Good One. The Good One is the one that the other dog has. Never mind the fact that there are at least five others around. The instant The Good One is chosen, apparently the rest become immediately infected with e coli or something and they cannot be touched lest the end of all civilization and doggie treats be invoked. The object of the game is to steal The Good One and run off with it. Well, Baron just blows the rules. While my dogs are busy stealing The Good One from each other, Baron goes and collects all the rest of the babies and makes himself a nest. Then he flops down and waits for my dogs to notice that he has ALL the toys. Of course, then they're indignant ("Hey, wait, he's got our stuff. That's not right!"). The game then becomes Who Can Hoard All the Babies, and they spend hours trying to outsmart and out-steal each other. Alicia |
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S. Smith Moderator
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I can't believe nobody out there has any good pet stories. I could go on for pages about my doggie Baron, even though Mr. Mike and Cracker say he has no dignity left because I made him pose for the NWO in a Santa Claus hat. He does love to go to "Aunt Alicia's house" when we go out of town (that is, when he doesn't get to tag along) and play "Steal the Babies" with Alicia's dogs Gomez and Lulu. I can share here with you that I know for a fact that someone (whose name we will not mention) learned how to knit just so Gomez could get his own hand-knitted little sweaters. When he gets cold (I think when it's below about 70 degrees), he curls up in his handmade doggie bed with his hand-knitted blankie, wearing his hand-knitted sweater. Alicia, why don't you tell about your crazy cat -- the one that turned on the water at the sink and then flipped out at the noise and refused to go back in that room (which is a problem, because that's where it eats)? I think the same cat has been known to randomly attack a 6-pack of sodas sitting in the floor and actually bite a hole in one, making soda spray out everwhere and, again, flipping out the cat. |
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Alicia C. Member
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Ah yes -- that would be Luna. (Short for LUNATIC!) And I would like to point out that she is not MY cat. She is DBF's cat. Actually, she's DBF's daughter's cat. And she is very appropriately named. She did indeed turn on the water in the bathroom at full blast (thankfully, it was the cold water, but even a cold water flood is no fun) and she also "attacked" a six-pack of canned ginger ale. The math is fairly simple: Highly fizzy sugary ginger ale + sharp little cat teeth + thin-walled aluminum can = FOUNTAIN To this day, she shies away from drink cans. This is same cat that ate DBF's beloved Carolina season tickets -- and lived! Not that the paper would have hurt her, but her daddy was quite tempted to twist her empty little head off. I would have paid money to see the look on the ticket-taker's face when he handed over a partially-eaten ticket and all the little wads of chewed-up ticket Luna left scattered around. Clarification on Gomez's philosophies: -anything below 75 degrees is unfit for canine habitation -humans have laps simply so he'll have a place to sit -the fireplace is his -whatever Bad Thing that happened, the cat did it -yes, he should get a sample of everything we eat -water is evil unless contained in a bowl -drive-thru fast food windows are the singlemost brilliant invention humans have ever come up with (you just drive up and they throw food out the window at you--what could be greater?) --Halloween is the coolest holiday ever because little people (his favorite demographic) come to his house and they have CANDY!!!! |
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Hairbrush Member
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My cat Hobbs, who is no longer with us, was my black cat with orange eyes. He was a little weird because when he was a wee kitten of 5 weeks I found him in the barn and decided he needed to go to college with me. I threw him in a box and back to Raleigh to live in an apartment with my 2 other room mates. His favorite thing to do was to sleep in the huge window, even though the outside cat loved to sneak underneath it and attack him. She did this every day and Hobbs slept in that window every day. His other favorite thing was to wait for my room mate to get ready for work and try to put on her panty hose. He would wait under the bed and then try to grab the hose. Every morning was the same thing "Hobbs, I know you are down there. You come out. Don't you dare you very bad cat." He also kept us entertained for hours riding in this coke box. Way back you bought a case of cokes by buying 4 6-packs and they came in a flat box. Hobbs loved to climb in the box and have us slide it around on the floor. We would slide it faster and faster and turn sharper and sharper until he flew out of the box. He would roll on the carpet and jump up and jump back in. This went on for hours and maybe just maybe some alcohol might have been involved. When I left to go over seas, a dear friend kept him for me. Until the day he died, I couldn't pack a suitcase that he didn't try to hide himself in so that he could go with me. He was so cute. I would pretend not to notice him and he would let me just pack on top of him. Can you tell I thought this was one great cat? |
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DToney Member 
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just wanted to share my "sudzy puppy" picture! This is my Buddy taking a bubble bath.... he really dont like baths until you add the bubbles!  |
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Cracker Jax Member
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He's cute DT!! Good Job on the photo insert! |
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DToney Member
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Cracker Jax wrote: awwww... shucks...  thanks..... (that's my "other baby"!!) |
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Alicia C. Member
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What a cute pooch!! I wish my dogs would stand in the tub like that. My big dog cowers in the corner and give me looks like I'm dousing her with battery acid, and the little one (he fits in the sink) just stands there and shivers--also while giving me looks like I'm dousing him with cold battery acid! But at least they don't try to kill me like the cats do on those rare occasions when I have to bathe them! AC |
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Alicia C. Member
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Hairbrush, Thanks so much for sharing your memories of Hobbs. Isn't is hilarious how we spend gobs of money on cat toys and cats are ALWAYS attracted to the box that came free with something? Every time I'm tempted to pick up some 'specially-for-kitty thingie, I remind myself that even a shoebox will provide hours of entertainment for the feline members of the household. AC |
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DToney Member
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thanks for the compliment... try putting bubbles in the tub & "sicking" them on the bubbles... works for me! |
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DToney Member
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PET ALERT! PET ALERT! There was some chatter at work about a vet in our area that has some kinda sickness in his shop! Anyway, she was telling another person at work & she had the same bad experience! (tales have it there are others....) Both dogs got a real bad upper respiratory infection. Hundreds of dollars later & a trip to another vet & a week of being down before they started getting any better..... I don't know if I should divulge names here... but it is like summerfield/oak ridge area... (g'boro addr)...also it took the doc several days to return a phone call... Let me know forum buddies if it is OK to post which vet office is the culprit... |
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Cracker Jax Member
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Is that what's called Kennel Cough? I wouldn't post the name of the Vet DT. If anyone's interested, they can PM you. |
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DToney Member
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Cracker Jax wrote: Thanks CJ... The funny thing is this lady's daughter in law is a vet & her dog was up to date on all of his shots including Kennel Cough. It was really strange and sad that she had to pay another vet a couple hundred dollars to get the poor dog straightened out!  |
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LottieDottie Member 
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What is PM? And how do you do it? Can you tell I'm a newbie? Lottie Dottie |
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Steve Adkins Member 
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LottieDottie wrote: What is PM? And how do you do it? Can you tell I'm a newbie? Lottie PM is Private Message. I just sent you your first one. Look in the upper right corner.........it will say "Logged in as LottieDottie - You have 1 new message". click on the 1 new message, and you'll see it. |
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I've heard of that and heard it's HARD to clear up.