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Post by katina2nd on Nov 21, 2005 22:45:32 GMT -6
Sorry for the ramble folks.....I swear I'll actually get to some good stories soon. No need to apoligise Scrappy, it must be a tremendously difficult job, emotionally, at times, and if you feel like getting anything off your chest at any time, here is the best place for it. As you say, there are a lot of good people out there who really love and care for their animals, hopefully they help balance out the other type, the results of whose indifference or outright cruelty you have to deal with all to regularly.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 21, 2005 23:51:25 GMT -6
Thanks Kat. It gets easier everyday....maybe not easier, just less surprising. We have a machine at work that makes those little metal engraved name tags. Whenever an animal comes through that I get attatched to or that stands out to me, I make a tag with it's name and number on it. Then I take it home and drop it in a jar I have on my bookshelf. I figure that by the time I have it filled up I'll be done with this job. Mybe I'll just get a bigger jar. lol
Thought for the day:
If you have elderly people living near you. And they don't seem to have anyone...check on them occasionally. And if they have animals, check on them too. Because you can probably bet that if they are forgetting to take care of themselves they are also forgetting to take care of their animals as well.
This prompted due to a dog we rescued today. Owner was like 80 something and had to be removed to a nursing home....the dog was in pretty bad shape when we got it. I'm sure the owner wasn't much better off.
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Post by Phalon on Nov 22, 2005 0:43:29 GMT -6
See, Poppet? Thanks, Katina - she never listens to me.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 22, 2005 6:37:19 GMT -6
Pfft...I do to listen to you.
What was that you said?
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 22, 2005 22:00:28 GMT -6
See, Poppet? Thanks, Katina - she never listens to me. We'll work in tandem Lady P, that way we'll have a much better chance of success................ perhaps.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 22, 2005 22:50:06 GMT -6
pfft...
to you both.
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 22, 2005 22:56:09 GMT -6
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 22, 2005 22:57:09 GMT -6
ehem...now is that any way for a grown man to behave?
PPPBBBLLLTTT
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 22, 2005 23:01:44 GMT -6
Yeah you're right, I should act my age, sorry.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 23, 2005 23:32:59 GMT -6
Ok...so in an effort to play along with Kat and Phalon's advice...here was my day in a nutshell....
I get this call yesterday from someone in a city like 200 miles from us saying they found a dog (pit bull) that has one of our tags on it. Cool...I do some research (did I mention I've picked up a new nickname at work? Nancy Drew. Yeah..no laughing), I find that that tag belongs to an Aussie mix..so I call the Aussie mix's owner...nope all my buddies are home and accounted for..
OK call the pit lady back...she says...gave the dog to a friend here's the number. OK, call her. She says that's weird. Want the numbers off the rest of the tags? What tags? Oh the other three on the dogs collar....(^^%$^$##$#)
Yes please...look up county license info...registered to a corgi mix..hmm...look up micro chip info...no registration to anyone but us....damn..ok call her back...can you verify the chip number somethings wrong. Sure she says I'll be home in 20. OK, we close in 15 call me in the morning. Cool.
She calls in the morning. I'm sorry the dog is at the local hospital, he apparently tried to jump her fence and nearly gutted himself on one of the pickets. Shit...I call the hospital....they verified the owner info and called her...thank god. OK that's over....
Then I get another call. Someone from a vets office in Florida calls and says some woman gave us this dog with a microchip registered to you. We want to take it to the local animal control.
Can you help...sure I say...rather foolishly...all day...no kidding....call the person we sold the chip to...she says I gave the dog to my grandson in Florida. Call him. He says I'm at work he must have gotten out I'll pick him up after work.
Cool...I call the vets office back to tell them he'll be there. They proceed to tell me what an awful state this dog is in. I'll spare you the details. I'm thinking...you couldn't have told me this before I started looking for this guy? So then...they ask me what they should do....I'm like...I'm like 2500 miles away!!!
Fine...so I contact their local Animal Cruelty place...get phone numbers etc....give them to the people and tell them to stall the guy until the authorities can get there.
And now, I'm doing this weird obsessive thing wanting to fly down there and get this dog back....pfft....I need to get a life. Or some stainless steal armor...
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 23, 2005 23:50:12 GMT -6
Oh.....and one more thing....
I left for work at 6ish this morning...I got home at 8:30.....
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 27, 2005 22:21:44 GMT -6
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 27, 2005 22:47:46 GMT -6
Where's that sign from, your place of employment?
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Post by Phalon on Nov 27, 2005 23:23:10 GMT -6
No, no, no. Who is the maker of this sign? Caffeine is wasted on children; they don't appreciate it.
The sign should read:
Free unlimited expresso to Moms, who will then be able to watch, with eyes in the back of their heads, their children wherever they roam, be able to handle a herd of puppies, clean house, do laundry, mow the grass, bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never, never let him forget he's a man.
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 27, 2005 23:27:55 GMT -6
Boy, does caffeine do all that, have to give it a try I reckon. You know Lady P, you look surprisingly familiar, do you happen to own a red dress.
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Post by Phalon on Nov 27, 2005 23:59:14 GMT -6
Why yes, Katina. I do own a red dress; it shows off my gams nearly as nice as my she-comes-forth-from-the-sea gown.
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 28, 2005 0:29:17 GMT -6
Why yes, Katina. I do own a red dress; it shows off my gams nearly as nice as my she-comes-forth-from-the-sea gown. I thought so, and if I may be so bold as to comment on those famous gams, you should feel justifiably proud of them, wet or dry, they're very fetching.
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Post by Phalon on Nov 28, 2005 14:28:56 GMT -6
<blush> A kind man. Fetching they may be...but what are they fetching? I've been known to attract some rather odd characters - Hubs excluded, of course. Of course. The gams are the magnet, perhaps? If men wear fishnets would they be called dragnets? Sorry; just popped into my head.
Gams fetching weirdos, and it's been said that it's not the legs, butt part of the agnatonme, (slap! gotcha!), that the legs are attached to that is the weirdo bait. Yes, I have beautiful feet. LMAO. Butt, of course I'm lying. Don't assk what it is I'm really saying; even I don't know.
And shhh....Scrappy will get mad, you know, with all this straying from her pet topic. She might have a bone to pick with us when she sees what we've done in here.
Hhmmm...how to get back on topic? Fetching legs, bones, and straying topics. It's all gone to the dogs it seems.
Oh, and @sses. Ah-ha! An assine pet story. My boss, who lives next door to the nursery used to own one - not an ass; her husband - my other boss - is a very nice man. She used to ride it; again not her husband; I have no care to know the details of their sex life. No, I'm talking about a pet donkey.
Out in the pasture during the summer, at times the biting flies would bother it, and its companion horse. To keep the flies off the donkey's legs, my boss used old tights - not fishnets...or, rather, dragnets - though the donkey was male - but opaque, thick tights that the flies couldn't bite through. She'd cut off the panty part and the foot part and slip them up the donkey's leg like leg-warmers. Odd looking sight it was.
The donkey doesn't live at the nursery anymore. Like the rooster, it was given to a place where it could be with more of its own kind. After the horse died, the donkey was not quite the same; unhappy without an equine companion, and would escape the pasture and trot down the road in the morning. Looking for his friend, the horse? Not sure, but it was sad. Sadder still hearing the stories of my boss having to chase it down the road in the mornings wearing her pajamas. My boss - not the donkey - he strictly stuck to women's leggings.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 28, 2005 15:29:18 GMT -6
It's a free board....you can talk about whatever you like.
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 28, 2005 22:21:07 GMT -6
Every time I think you've reached the pinnacle you manage to top yourself Lady P, where do you get the inspiration for these stories. A donkey in leg warmers being chased down the street by a lady in her pj's, now there's an image that will linger on for quite some time.
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Post by Phalon on Nov 28, 2005 23:16:20 GMT -6
I get inspiration, Katina, from things I see. They are not "stories" but things I find interesting enough that they stay stuck in my head for future reference. You never know when a stocking-clad donkey being chased by a woman in pajamas might come up in conversation.
You think I make this stuff up? A wild imagination at times, I admit, but never could even I dream up half the "ordinary" stuff I see. Life is so interesting.
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Post by katina2nd on Dec 1, 2005 0:05:53 GMT -6
It's not that I thought you made these stories up Lady P, more that I'm amazed at how witty and entertaining you make them, and how outlandish they seem at times, that takes a very wild imagination, not to mention more then a bit of talent.
As they say, truth really is stranger then fiction quite often.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 1, 2005 0:14:14 GMT -6
Yes, truth can be stranger than fiction - or at least as entertaining. I saw a book at the library today; the title of which I can't remember, written by an acclaimed author whose name I can't remember; that was a collection of short-stories concerning every day events in his life that were told, (according to the book jacket), in a way that made them seem not-so-ordinary, and entertainingly amusing.
And darn it; I didn't have my library card with me, but it's a book I'd love to read. I wonder if I'll even remember which shelf I found it on next time I'm there.
Oh, and to keep on topic. I dog-sat my slightly neurotic friend's slightly neurotic dog today.
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Post by katina2nd on Dec 1, 2005 0:19:54 GMT -6
Sounds like an interesting book, let me know what it was if you ever remember the title, or the author, or which shelf it was on .............lots of luck. Interesting question, who was neurotic first, your friend or the dog?
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Post by Siren on Dec 1, 2005 0:35:57 GMT -6
How I wish I could've been a horsefly on the wall while that lady put the stockings on that donkey. What a sight!
Gams, your assinine story brought to mind my lanky cousin Karla. She was quite the rodeo gal back in the day, but competed exclusively in mule rodeos. Yes, all the usual events, but with mules instead of horses. Karla kept the road hot with her travels, towing a trailer that bore the bumpersticker, "HAULING ASS".
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Post by Phalon on Dec 1, 2005 0:46:12 GMT -6
LMAO into the sunset, Siren. Appropriate for the topic, no?
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Post by Siren on Dec 1, 2005 1:22:35 GMT -6
Appropriate, for sure. Sweet dreams, amiga! ~Siren
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Dec 1, 2005 13:25:55 GMT -6
LMAO...too funny guys.
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Post by Siren on Dec 2, 2005 23:39:56 GMT -6
This photo gave me such a laugh, I wanted to share it with you all. Beans, a 27-lb gato grande, belongs to Trenna Barnes (a native Okie), the lead singer of the band Cowboy Crush. www.trennabarnes.comwww.cowboycrush.com
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Post by Siren on Dec 10, 2005 22:56:48 GMT -6
I'm finally getting my house decorated for Christmas. Santa's back, and Sissy's so glad. As soon as she came in the house, she got right up in his lap.
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