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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Apr 6, 2005 23:25:23 GMT -6
Ok everyone. I’m calling this thread, “Scrappy’s Therapy Thread”. I want to hear about your pets. Any stories you want to tell good, sad, funny, and poignant. I want to hear them all. Restore my faith in humanity......
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Post by guru on Apr 7, 2005 1:08:54 GMT -6
Certain jobs have the unfortunate side-effect of slanting one's view of humanity. This is a statistical process operating in a restricted set of circumstances. (Feel better already? ;D) What opinion might cops and emergency room doctors have about human nature? The bad things in life tend to draw more attention since they generate more interest than most of the good things. And let's be clear on this point: most of the good things in life are the quiet moments of peace and contentment. Next time you feel down, count the peaceful moments. Actively seek the good that exists all around. There is something in all this that's letting the world know what a good person you are. And you're not alone -- the world is full of good people. Hey, just look around here! A pet story coming soon, I promise.
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Post by Freebird on Apr 7, 2005 1:28:13 GMT -6
Wonderfully said!! I have 2 beautiful BLACK[glow=black,2,300]cat's[/glow] 1 male 1 female Both fixed.
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Post by holly golightly on Apr 7, 2005 5:18:51 GMT -6
well, i have a cat as well. a grey persian cat. called marsik. a former man. and formally known as barsik. i got him from moscow and at the age of i think 4 months (the cat was 4 months, i was i think 11...years old) he went with me with an airplane from russia to germany. the vet at the airport first had to check him and wrote by mistake a wrong name into the cat's ID, so his name was changed from barsik to marsik. well, barsik is a common name for cats in russia. and marsik is a personalized form then and marsik is an individualist. he should have been born as a dog, well he's not barking but when you go out for a walk he follows you like a dog.
and i once had two budgies. but that was a sad story. one flew away and the other died because he was so lonely. the funny story though was, as we bought them, the vendor told us it was a girl and a boy so my stepfather build a nest so they could get some little kiddies...but as time passes we realized they were two boys. but i still believe they were a gay couple.
and, last but not least i have dog-experiences as well. when i was still living in russia my grandfather always had dogs. my own dog was a peaceful saint bernard. but that was years and years ago and this dog already died. she (it was a she) was great. i loved her. she would bark at everyone, even my grandfather, but not at me. and then i moved to germany and i visited home once a year and she would always recognize me. right now my grandfather has two rottweiler and i came to love them as well. they are beasts when they are in rage but normally they are greedy funny dogs.
ah...and i had a mouse...well, unintended. my cat has the strange habit to catch mice and bring them home and sometimes he doesnt kill them...sometimes he doesnt even harm them at all and he just brings them home and lets them go. then we have to catch the mice. and once there was a mouse who was pretty smart. it settled behind the kitchen sink, which is close to the food cupboard and this mouse wouldn't get into any mousetrap. we put a trap with cheese and the next day there is no mouse in it and there is no cheese in it as well.
but right now i don't even have marsik here, since he is living with the parents of my mother's boyfriend in the country. my mother and me moved to munich some years ago and we each live in apartments that were too small for the cat's usualness.
that was my little story...when i think hard i can remember more, e.g. stories with horses...but maybe later.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 7, 2005 7:42:09 GMT -6
I've got a bunch of pet stories in my head right now. Home today with a sick Little Xena, who is watching "America's Funniest Pets" on Animal Planet right now, and who, every two minutes, is keeping me updated on how funny America's pets seem to be. (rolls eyes).
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Apr 7, 2005 8:02:18 GMT -6
Thanks for sharing everyone! Keep them coming.
Guru Phalon I await your stories. Freebird I commend you on having two black ones AND having them fixed. Around here the black ones are the hardest to get adopted.
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Post by bug2 on Apr 7, 2005 12:06:03 GMT -6
We have a bald bird. Who screams too much, but is very smart. We also have the most loving overweight Chihuahua named, bug We call her buggyboo. She is so affectionate, whether, you haven't seen her all day, or just stepped out 5 minutes ago. She gives out the most kisses and she is extremely comical. We call her a little Hoover. Her nightly ritual is to put her nose to the floor and try to suck up any crumbs. She is her most adorable when you think she has something in her mouth she shouldn't have. You look at her from across the room and say, bug what have you got? She runs over to you falls to the ground and rolls over on her back, staring at you with big eyes. You just laugh and melt.
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Post by Becka on Apr 7, 2005 18:48:35 GMT -6
I have two Shih Tzu's as you know Scrappy. You did have the pleasure of meeting them both. Gizmo and Gadget are there names. I must say they are both very cute. They are both fixed and I adopted them from local shelters. Gizmo is kind of arrogant and crabby. Gadget is always happy and playful. There is a story about how Gizmo was involved in a certain incident that caused my mom to break her back. My boyfriend and I would like to get another Shih Tzu and name it either Thingamajig or Whatchamacallit. They are both very spoiled and have their own wardrobes. My mom has a German Shepherd named Sonny. For anyone who watches General Hospital yes he is named after Sonny Corinthos. He was my dog in the beginning but he grew to fast and now has problem with his joints and the cold weather in Wisconsin would be to hard on him. My mom also has a mutt named Jason named after a friend of mine. He was supposed to be my dog but turned out he grew more attached to my mom. I still love them both as if they were mine. I even buy them Christmas presents every year. My childhood dog was Buffy which we had from when I was like 1 until I was 17. He was the sweetest dog. I'll think of more specific stories later just wanted to give everyone the history of my pets.
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Post by Joxcenia on Apr 7, 2005 18:51:37 GMT -6
I love black cats. Solid black cats and solid white cats are two of my favorite... also calico cats. I had a black cat once that would eat a tomato every time Mom and I either went to the garden to get something, or just walked by on a stroll. So funny. I have a picture around here somewhere of him stealing a tomato and eating it.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 7, 2005 23:12:37 GMT -6
"Pets on Parade". The title reminds me of a cat I once had that used to parade and strut around a bar as if he owned the place. I was stationed in Germany at the time, and one of my room-mates was a vet tech. We convinced ourselves that what our barracks needed was a kitten. Strictly against all regulations, and our other room-mate was afraid of cats and threatened to tell our commander we were harboring the "beast." So I gave him to the guys in the room next to ours, and he became the barracks cat; having full run of the place, but sleeping in the guys' room.
Every weekend or so, one of the guys and I would take a cab into the nearest town to our favorite little bar, and take the cat with us. Pets are welcome in most establishments in Europe and not unusual at all. We'd sit at "our table" in the corner, and sip coffee and whiskey for hours while the cat roamed the place, enjoying all the attention. He became a regular. We'd walk in the place, and the bartender would have the cat's usual waiting for him; a bowl of cream on the bar.
Transferred stateside before the guy I was seeing, but heard from him a year or so later. He was back in the states too, and brought the cat with him.
It was about this time I started seeing Hubs. Another pet story - no, not Hubs. A fishy tale. We'd been going out maybe a couple of months; not much longer, and Valentine's day was coming up. Not wanting to let the holiday pass without doing something, but not really sure what to do, I searched for that perfect gift. Nothing says I'm-not-sure-I-love-you-yet-its-too-soon-but-I-definately-have-feelings-for-you-I'm-just-not-sure-what-they-are-yet and Happy Valentine's Day like a couple of goldfish. LMAO. Not sure how I decided this was the perfect gift - probably had something to do with the fact I was broke.
I received a gold chain with a heart attached. Hubs received Ig and Blip. Ig got ick and Blip ate Ig.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Apr 7, 2005 23:15:02 GMT -6
LMAO Thanks for sharing....loved it.
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Post by marysgurl1 on Apr 8, 2005 18:34:59 GMT -6
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Post by marysgurl1 on Apr 8, 2005 19:09:53 GMT -6
'k.....so #4 is not my real pony, but I can't find that picture yet....his name was Trigger (the real one) I rode this particular pony 'til all his stuffing came out & his head was hanging.....
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Post by Phalon on Apr 9, 2005 21:07:15 GMT -6
Cute pictures, Marysgurl!
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Post by Mij on Apr 10, 2005 11:10:14 GMT -6
1 chihuahua.
Totally mad. Totally adorable & we're utterly devoted to each other.
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Post by rsine69 on Apr 10, 2005 12:25:14 GMT -6
My cat Gina with one of my socks. Don't ask. She's 15 years old or young I should say because she still acts like a kitten. She follows me around and purrs while plotting to pull another prank on her poor unsuspecting person and that would be me.
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Post by Freebird on Apr 12, 2005 1:01:38 GMT -6
Thanks Scrappy. Black cats are the only cats i'll own. Why aren't they adopted where you are? Probably because some people still beleave they are bad luck. Silly superstution. My cat's think they are human. They are my babies. They are both about 51/2rs. old, but act like kittens still.
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Post by guru on Apr 12, 2005 1:30:23 GMT -6
Remember the old saying: "Dogs have owners - cats have staff."
Pet story: My last girlfriend had four dogs ... affectionately known as her entourage. Every time I'd visit, the same thing would happen. And I do mean every single time.
Picture it. I settle into a comfortable spot on the couch. Then immediately there is a flurry of activity -- little muffled thumps on carpet -- scrambling claws on linoleum -- rattling plastic as a bowl overturns. Like a scene from the Road Runner and Coyote cartoons they descend on my position from all angles, and the couch cushions come alive with fur-covered missiles zeroing in on their helpless target. A dark brown paw appears on my left leg. A black-and-white paw covers my right leg. (We just solved the mystery of who overturned the water dish, didn't we?) From the floor there is a thump as the largest dog plops into place on my feet.
Does the story end there? Of course not! One more to go.
The sly one ... the sneaky one ... takes the stealthy approach up one end of the couch and across the back. Before I have a chance to look, a weight settles on my shoulder and two paws slap me on the chest. The dogs have now effectively seatbelted me in place. I ain't goin' anywhere!
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Post by Freebird on Apr 12, 2005 1:52:54 GMT -6
Never heard that one. But how true.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Apr 12, 2005 15:11:44 GMT -6
Love the pics Q...hard to imagine we were ever that young isn't it. And Freebird...the black cats and dogs are still under the stigma of bad luck...but it also has a lot to do with the weather out here. People believe that black animals require special treatment because it gets so hot...but the truth is they do better out here than in the cold. It's how their skin reflects the heat...not sure of the biology behind it.
I'm loving the stories everyone! Keep them coming! And pics are great too.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 12, 2005 23:02:53 GMT -6
Not my pet, but let me tell the story of Jerry, the Rooster.
Jerry, his full name, Jerry Seinfeld, is a Rhode Island Red. He lived at the nursery where I work. Or rather, he lived next door to the nursery at the owner's house, with a few hens. The chickens had the run of the entire forty acres; mostly keeping out of everyone's way, except for the occasional scratching around in the garden beds.
One winter the hawks made away with Jerry's harem. He became quite lonely, and sought comfort in the store. Our doors are kept open most of the time during the summer, and Jerry would just stroll in and hang out. The customers enjoyed having him around, and Jerry became the beloved store pet.
Pfft.
Hey, I liked Jerry. Really, I did. He used to greet me walking up the drive in the morning, and follow me into the store. Walk me to my car every evening. Sweet rooster, as far as roosters go. I just liked him better outside, where roosters belong. Be free, Jerry, be free.
He stole food. Gave up hunting for worms and bugs and prefered instead whatever it was we were having for lunch, and would snatch it right out of your hand. Also had a cockle-doodle-doo that could rouse the dead, and never got it that he was only supposed to do that in that morning. I'd be talking with a customer and, just like kids do when you're on the phone, decided it was at that time he needed immediate attention. He'd hop up on the counter and crow loudly, begging to be pet; the customer on the phone, I sure, wondering if they'd called Old McDonald's Farm by mistake.
After one season as the store mascot, Jerry moved on to bigger and better things. He was given to a customer who raised chickens and now he is a happier guy; in control of a harem once more. And the employees don't have to run after him, cleaning up chicken sh!t. Jerry was never house-broken.
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Post by lolapunk on Apr 12, 2005 23:44:23 GMT -6
Some of these stories are cracking me up! I feel sad for people who have never really had pets before; they enhance our lives so much.
Speaking of enhanced... My cat is (was) a hermaphrodite. Lola, who is a brown tabby that is finally beginning to grow into the tummy pouch she's had hanging since she was pre-pubescent, she was neutered and spayed, though the vet said she had more fully developed female organs. They also had to surgically give her a re-route with the tee tee hole thing, so she's got a wonderful starburst art piece on her back end. So pretty. She's got the perfect M on her forehead, which I'm told is farely rare and she's blessed or something like that. I don't know, a Virgin Mary thing. Maybe I should call the Vatican. I always fix my pets anyway, but lord knows I didn't need some worm, self-reproducing pet.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 13, 2005 22:35:51 GMT -6
LMAO, Lola - the Virgin Mary on your cat's forehead. I can picture this, you know......the vast crowds, standing outside your door, having made the pilgrimage from far and wide to see the yearly vision of cat's forehead weeping. The door opens; a hush falls over the crowd.
You appear, and hold Lola up for all to see. Hail Mary, full of mice. The lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among felines, and blessed is the loot of thy wounded meeces.
"Meow". OMG, she's speaking in tongues.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Apr 13, 2005 22:48:08 GMT -6
*snort* Blasphemer!!! LMAO
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Apr 25, 2005 23:21:02 GMT -6
OK folks...need some more stories!
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Post by Phalon on Apr 26, 2005 22:38:22 GMT -6
Racking my brain for pet stories, Scrappy, and nothing comes to mind at the moment.
Thought about writing about my cats, but since they are both here, watching intently what I type, I'll wait for later. Can't type when I'm being watched, and psst....shhhhh....I don't want them to see what I'm writing about them.
In the meantime, why don't you tell us about your pets?
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Post by rsine69 on Apr 28, 2005 4:17:14 GMT -6
QUOTE....."My cat's think they are human." They must have an infeariority complex. Anyway. My cat is obssesed with my socks as you can all see from the pic. She makes a meowering noice when she's trotting around with one of my socks. However, after I came home from the 2003 Pasadena con, I took Gina home from the vet were she was boarded. After we got home and settled I fell asleep in the livingroom chair like I usually do when I'm beat. Then I awoke to the familier meowering sound she makes and I figured she has another sock. I open my eyes, look down and there she is staring up at me next to the chair with a pair of my long john bottoms hanging in her mouth. Needless to say I laughed so hard that I thought I was gonna rupture something.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on May 3, 2005 15:11:06 GMT -6
Ok.....My Babies....
I have two dogs and one cat. The cat's name is Tawanda...yeah it's from fried green tomatos. She's such a badass even the dogs are scared of her. If she's walking in the halway the dogs stay where they are until she gets where she's going. Too funny to watch them.
My little guy Pete (short for Peter the Great) is a grumpy old man. Follows me everywhere. I'm his fourth owner. All his previous owners have died. I inherited him when my grandparents died. The family concensus was that I was the only one young enough to survive the curse. Good thing too cause I wouldn't trade him for a million dollars.
The newest member is Bailey. Named so cause she's about the same color as Bailey's Irish Cream. She's a Heeler/Sighthound mix. Fast and smart and a huge handful. Currently she is learning some stupid human tricks. You know the kind....things she has to tolerate to amuse the humans in her life....lol
Anyway...that's my babies....tried to post some pics but can't figure out how to get them off my computer and on the board....oh well....
So who's next?
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Post by Phalon on May 4, 2005 8:49:48 GMT -6
Rsine's cat story reminds me a bit of one of the beasts who control my household.
Ranger; so named because of the perfect Lone Ranger mask he looks like he's wearing, is a black and gray tabby with a white throat, chin and paws. Beautiful cat, but lacking any sense at all; my lovable idiot. His senselessness may have something to do with falling through the staircase banister railings with regular frequency. It's a two-flight staircase; up one flight, then a small landing, then a turn in the opposite direction and up another flight. He will lay on one of the upper-case stairs and hang through the railings to attack who-ever is walking up the lower-case stairs. Leaning through too far, and SPLAT! Happens all the time, and I wonder if he'll ever learn.
Anyway - the thing he does that reminds me of Rsine's cat...he loves the blanket that my daughter keeps folded at the end of her bed for those chilly nights when her quilt is not enough. A queen-sized fleecy thing, and very warm and soft. Not enough just to lay on it at the foot of her bed for Ranger.
A few weeks ago, I thought LX must be not quite awake in the mornings coming down the stairs when I got her up for school. I'd find the blanket on the floor, halfway down the stairs, in the bathroom, and once under the dining room table. I figured she'd just dragged it out of bed with her getting up. Told her to put it back in her room, and each time she'd comply without saying a word as to why it was left all over the house.
One morning, I was in the upstairs bathroom brushing my teeth. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the blanket creeping down the hallway by itself, and start to head down the stairs. Blanket possessed! ACK!
No, of course not. Just Ranger dragging his favorite thing to lay on around the house.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on May 4, 2005 14:27:03 GMT -6
A cat who relocates furniture! LMAO
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