Our Animals

[Almighty Doer of Stuff]

Oh, and how rude of me! Thank you all for the compliments!

[Almighty Doer of Stuff]

There's the late Jimmy, the current Cookie, and the late Scamp.

[black bart]

I wasn't really sure where to post this but it does concern a dog.

If only I'd had my camera ready this morning I could have captured a 'Benton' moment which would have lit up YouTube for weeks.

As I cycled toward Twickenham station (thank FSM I wasn't on the pavement/sidewalk) I heard a terrible screeching/metallic scraping noise coming towards me. Suddenly an incredible spectacle hove into sight, a dog was charging at full speed along the pavement with a very large steel road sign attached to it's lead, the effect was like a chariot race. People on the pavement were literally jumping out of the way of the scything road sign and coming up in the rear, in breathless persuit of the dog, was the unfortunate owner.

The dog, the road sign and the owner disappeared from sight and I only hope no one was hurt.

At a glance it looked very similar to the dog on the roof I photographed but it all happened very quickly.

[Roy Hunter]

When tying one's dog to an immovable object in order to go into the shop and get bread and milk, think carefully about the definition of immovable: your definition may not be the same as your dog's.

[Nef Yoo BlackBeard]

Ho
Dat be comanmint nummer nien fowsind an sumfin
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[black bart]

Ho
Dat be comanmint nummer nien fowsind an sumfin
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Well spotted Nef Yoo. It also remoinded me o thee toim we tied yer leg to a Whalin Shyppe's riggin an shouted "Greenpeace Ahoy"!

[bacon]

My poor doggie isn't feeling well. She was moping around all day yesterday, and anytime we try to take her for her walkies she hasn't wanted to go. Something is wrong when she doesn't want to jump on the couch and take my spot when I get up from the television. Poor thing.

[ET, the Extra Terrestrial]

Get her to the vet, Bacon. You never know what might be wrong with a sickly animal. If you knew how much we spend on vet bills.....

[bacon]

Get her to the vet, Bacon. You never know what might be wrong with a sickly animal. If you knew how much we spend on vet bills.....

Luckily, Gacy has made a full recovery. I was contemplating taking her to the vet when I got home last night, but when I opened the door she was back to her bouncing around self thankfully! Or not so thankfully, she took my spot on the couch again.

[Roy Hunter]

A 24-hour feeling-sorry-for-self from a dog normally means that they have eaten something not compatible with being a dog. Milo is partial to the odd pine cone or mussel shell. He can't digest them, and they seem to hurt like hell coming out the other end, but once they have he perks up.

Anyway, Milo has a new friend across the way: Charlie, a 12-week-old Yorkshire Terrier. Pictures as soon as I manage to catch him with a camera. He is seriously cute.

[ET, the Extra Terrestrial]

In the midst of my back woes, our boy Pez passed away Friday morning. He had been battling a lung tumor and doing rather well with medication. Friday he suddenly collapsed and was gone within fifteen minutes. Probably a heart attack, poor fella. He was a feral with FIV, minutes from "euthanasia" when we rescued him about 8 years ago. Turned into the sweetest guy you ever met. He will be missed.

Photobucket seems to be uncooperative, so here's the link to the picture I tried to post.

[TwistedSister]

So sorry ET.....you love them no matter what and never give up on them and feel the pain when they are gone. There should be more folks like you in this World. {{hugs}}

[TwistedSister]

Oops, double posted.

[Roland Deschain]

Sorry to hear of the loss of your cat, ET. You and your good lady have not had a good time recently, and my heartfelt wishes go out to you both, not to mention your animals too. You've given them good homes, and that is 8 wonderful years Pez enjoyed that he may not have done without you.

[pieces o'nine]

Dom thee Danger Catte came home from the veterinarrrghian this morning. He was still staggering from the anesthetic, and none too pleased about being out in the dogs' carrier (emergency situation - could not find his) for transport. What had looked like a horrifying, bleeding gash in his throat turned out to be non-bite-related and on-the-mend. He's even accepting the anti-biotic/pain meds with minimal gagging and flailing.


Although he was born in Wiscaaaaahnsin, he *vehemently* denies that it was a goiter.