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Posted by: GG 6th Jan 2009, 09:20am

I would quite like to get a dog but never have... the closest I got was a giant goldfish!

Do you have a pet who brightens up your life?

Or, did you have one who has since passed away?

GG.

Posted by: Anne1 6th Jan 2009, 09:41am

Hope youve got the hankies ready Martin for when the wee sad stories start smile.gif

Posted by: Anne1 6th Jan 2009, 09:56am

We have had several dogs over the years [57 variety type part lab part?] all called Dusty but our Last Dusty was the most endearing and smart and we were all heartbroken when she had to go to sleep, the Cat next door used to come and sit on our window ledge till Dusty went out then they both used to feed out of the one bowl from the other wee cat down the roads dish
Its amazing how a wee animal can brighten up your life we have had numerous budgies goldfish, tortoises but have decided not to have any more now as we move around a bit and wouldnt be fair to leave pet with family when we did

Posted by: Scots Kiwi Lass 6th Jan 2009, 10:56am

Hi Martin

Over the years, my family had many pets - dogs, cats, lambs, bantam hens, bobby calves, rabbits, tropical fish. However, there is one dog who stands out - Barney, a chocolate labrador. We lived in a small township of 300, surrounded by farm land. Barney was born just before my two children and they all grew up together. He had a habit of wandering down to the main highway and sitting outside the butcher's shop. It started with the butcher giving him a bone, which he would bring home, then go back to the shop for a repeat. Everyone got so used to seeing Barney sitting outside, it was commonly thought that he belonged to the shop owners!

As with other pet dogs, after Barney had gone to doggie heaven, I felt that he had given us much more than we gave him. How's that for soppiness?

Posted by: Heather 6th Jan 2009, 01:03pm

My grannie had a wee dog called Trixie and when we lived in town I used to go up to Hamiltonhill and take Trixie out for walks.
Trixie was a right pet and part Corgi and I don't know what else as she had the Corgie face and body but longer legs. When mum did grannie's shopping she was told to get mince for Trixie and not the cheap stuff because Trixie didn't like cheap meat.

When grannie took ill she went to stay with one of her daughters who lived in Balornock. Grannie died shortly afterwards. By then we were living in Barlanark and mum was told the aunt was getting Trixie put down. I was 15yrs old by this time and was really upset so I got the bus fares from mum and went to Balornock and rescued Trixie.

He was a right family pet and used to sit on mum's knee and get petted like a baby. He was kept downstairs during the night but first thing in the morning as soon as the living room door was opened, he ran upstairs and sat outside our parents bedroom door waiting for it to open then he went in and sat by the bed near to mum.

I remember one time when our parents were on holiday and due home, myself and others in the family who were married by this time, went to Barlanark to wait for mum & dad coming home. Suddenly Trixie started barking his head off and running to the front door, we hadn't a clue what was wrong but we opened the door just as a taxi came round the corner and before the taxi stopped at the house, Trixie ran down the three stairs at the door, leapt over the gate right into mums arms as she came out the taxi.
We never could figure out how Trixie knew mum was in that taxi before it even stopped.

When Trixie took ill the Vet told dad there was nothing could be done as Trixie was about 80 yrs old in human terms, even his whiskers were pure white.
Dad was never much of a drinker but he said when he left Trixie with the Vet he had to go to the pub for a couple of drinks as he was so upset, we were all in tears.

I'm not really an animal lover as I was bitting by a dog when I was only about 10/11 yrs old, but I loved Trixie she was a wee darling.

Some of the family had dogs and when I get used to them I'm OK, but even to this day if a strangers dog runs at me in the street, I freeze and get worried in case it is going to attack me.

I have hated cats since one jumped into my 6 months old sons pram and lay right across his face nearly smothering him. I had left him out while taking the shopping upstairs and was glad I had come down right away to get the baby or God only knows what could have happened.

Posted by: buntyq 6th Jan 2009, 06:05pm

We never went out of our way to have a dog or cat. They all seemed to find our home. Stymie was a Black Lab mix who became our pet when my family was growing up. He was one smart, intuitive dog. If I had worries, he would come and lay his head on my lap and when I was out he would take my slippers and climb on to our bed. Sadly, he got out of the yard one day, made his way to I-95 and was killed. His death about broke my heart. Cats became our pets and I loved all of them. They lived long lives and I knew when to let them go. Att our pets are buried in the garden of my former home in Fairfield.

Now here in Georgia I rescued a stray in 2007. The temperature was in he 100's and the wee soul was crying outside my door. I took water to him then decided he would be cooler in the house. That was it. At first I thought the cat was a female, pregnant with kittens, and planned on taking the cat to the shelter. Before I did that I took the cat to the vet and she said that I had a male, neutered cat, who had been fully declawed. I decided to keep him and he now has a beautiful smokey grey coat.

The story doesn't end there. Last September Suzy was outside and she heard a cat crying in the bushes. She thought it was a kitten and brought out some food. Suzy is a nurse and works nights. When she came home next morning the cat was still in the bushes so she brough it in. She already has five male cats who get along with each other. Well, the "kitten" is actually a young female American shorthair. She wanted no part of having five brothers so Suzy suggested that maybe my cat, Sweetie, would like a companion. I didn't think so but was willing to give it a try as long as Suzy took the cat to the vet. She had been neutered but has claws although she uses scratching posts. I dont think Sweetie wanted a companion. When she comes near he growls and she always seems to want to know where he is. I cant be housebound so I always hope that nothing happens. If I want her attention I open the computer and she jumps up and wants to sit on my lap. Suzy had placed a note on the entrance to our subdivision but no one claimed her. So, here's hoping there is a truce.

Anyone with ideas what will make these two friends?

Posted by: petalpeeps 6th Jan 2009, 07:24pm

I had a hamster called Tinker years ago . When i got married i had a cat called Fluffy , he was a beautiful animal , half persian . When i was ill he would lie in front of the settee and not move till William got in from work .Used to lie round my neck like a fur collar . When our wee flat was broken into our first thought was for Fluffy , in case they had injured him , or he had got out through the broken door , fortunately he was fine , although they took just about everything we had worked hard for over that first three years . Found out two weeks after that i was expecting our first daughter , so putting having a family on hold to build our home up again was no longer an option.

Posted by: No. 10 Girl 6th Jan 2009, 08:11pm

I have three dogs a Heinz 57, llasa apso and a cross Pomeranian/ Shitzu when we took the wee Pom cross to the vet for her first check up "Ok says the vet what is she?" when I told him he replied " So she's Sh---ypom then! Actually she was very much so at the time smile.gif

Posted by: Marion Niven Dougan 6th Jan 2009, 08:27pm

I had Fluffy in 1984 for 1999 a wee mutt, bit the best wee mutt ye ever met. Then we got Fergie a Bullmastiff, friends of ours were killed in an auto accident so we aquired Fergie. Did not have her long she had Cancer. Then I bought My Aonghas Bullmastiff, gave him to the kids when we went back to Scotland in 2006 CAME BACK TO USA IN 2007 ADOPTED HEATHER French Mastiff, sshe is a gentle giant, my baby, well trained 140 pounds worth of joy, she's my girl

Posted by: glasgow lass 6th Jan 2009, 08:38pm

My friend had a gold fish, she had it for about eight yrs, said tae me one day hey Lass am going to europe for six weeks can you look after mah wee fish huh.gif Aye well I'll do mah best by it aha said, away she went so happy her wee fish was in good hands, That night , aye the very furst night that she was away aha fed it, changed it and thought oh this is eazy peezy nothing tae this. Before aha went to sleep I had a wee look in on Moris the fish, there he was floating on his side so aha thought he might be asleep, well he ate all of his food so he's fine, looked in soon after and realised he wiz deed. Aha broke into a cold sweat of fear and panic.

Posted by: lindamac 7th Jan 2009, 04:39am

laugh.gif @ Glasgow Lass.....I get that terrafyed feeling every time my wee friend leaves her Gorgeous Japanese fighting fish with us to look after when she is away visiting her family in Victoria.


I adore Dogs & have had several over the years that held my heart in their hands ,you see Dogs are just so communicative & such wonderful companions one just cannot help but submitt to them & remember each one as being individualy wonderful as the last one was. We Had our German Sheperd Temba for 11 yrs & we were all saddened by his natural causes death in our home but we at the time were helped over our grief with Ashy,a wee dog we had been asked to take in a year prior by my sons friend.

Ashy was a rescue dog John saved from horrible abuses,he is a wondeful dog to this day,he is a wee blueheeler crossed with something else not sure what since the heeler attributes are so high in him, Ashy is now 6 yrs young & if it weren't for Ashy I think my grief for Temba wouldve hurt a lot longer,ashy was so nurturing to Temba[all of us actualy] in his last days I shan't ever forget the things I wittnessed ashy do for Temba,he washed him grooming him tenderly each day he lay down into the curled up body of Temba that was obviously sore,somehow Temba just seemed so pacifyed by Ashys pressing lttle body into his hurting body.

Ashy brought toys to Temba every day & they would try a very sad & gentle tuggawar with their rope[a very special thing they both enjoyed may I add]Temba went peacefully in my arms through the night with Ashy settled nearby to him also, when he went Ashy came up to lick my face filled with tears & as though to tell me it was going to get better for us he daily stuck to us like glue, he was grieving tembas loss too,he even tried to dig him up from his grave in the yard where we planted a Frangipani tree on top of him,each day ashy sat by that tree for a few minutes as though remaniscing he even took his wee toys to place under the tree which grew like wildfire may I say.

The antics of Ashy still to this day reflect both Tembas personlity as well as his own & when he comes to play tuggawar I hate to refuse him since he misses our Temba & I do to ,so together we tuggawar with the toys & my heart is warmed with peace & joyus memories of Temba & seeing Ashy grow in nature & personality before us this past year has been ever so sweet he is still nurturing & playful & very very sweet & gentle with us all, he has come a long way from the damaged dog who bit me my husband daughter & friend all in the 1st few days of meeting him,he was afraid thats all he was in his 3rd home in a year he trusted no one yet nowadays he trusts loves & plays so freely I love him to bits & hopefully we will get a long prosperous life out of Ashy whos start in life was hard yet he gave out so much despite his own pained start.We want to give Ashy the best contiuing life ever & we do spoil him & he is so cheeky & funny at times I just never want to stop laughing & playing with him,Dogs are so communicative & are wonderful companions that do more for us than we realise at times. wub.gif

Posted by: glasgow lass 7th Jan 2009, 01:03pm

laugh.gif Aye linda aha tried to replace the fish so a few days before she came back I went into every pet shop that I could find to see if there was another fish that looked like her's. wacko.gif.
I found one, thought that it might do the trick, bought it and gave it back to her as Moris. The funny thing was that she knew right away this was not Moris LoL.

Posted by: carmella 7th Jan 2009, 01:22pm

I grew up always having dogs in my life.

When I got married we bought a wee Yorkshire Terrier and named her Brandy, this was in 1970 and she died about six months after moving to my present house in 1986 - she was a wee charmer and spoiled, and loved rotten.

Later we got Ted and Benji - two Yorkies, because after Brandy we fell in love with that breed. It would break my heart even now, if I told you about their subsequent deaths, because they are always part of the family and no two dogs are ever alike - just like people. They're in my heart always.

I often think about wee Brandy, and often think about wee Ted and Benji.

Almost eleven years ago we bought Bobby and Bubbles. Bobby is a quiet wee man, and often lies at the opposite end of the couch when I'm watching tv, occasionally pushing his rear end into my leg, just to let me know he's there, he's very loving but not soppy. Bubbles, on the other hand, will want always to lie and sleep on my knees, every now and then, coming up to give me a wee lick on the side of my face or neck.

I have loved all of them to bits, and miss the departed ones every single day. But my heart is filled with wonderful memories of them, and the funny or mischievous things they used to do.

See now you've got me with the wee tears running down my cheeks, because I've just had an awful cute vision of some of them in my mind.

Help ma boab, paper hankies to the fore again.

Martin believe me, until you've had a pet, you will never know what you are missing, and the total, complete dedication they have towards you.


Posted by: marina 7th Jan 2009, 02:02pm

i had my cat floyd for 15 years, took a rescue one when floyd was 13 and we named him skippy, then floyd died quite suddenly and we were all broken hearted but took another rescue kitten for skippy cos he was used to the company we named this one charlie, and he went missing 10 weeks ago and im broken hearted again, i live in hope that he will return but the longer it goes on the more unlikely it is that we'll get him back. i am not going through this again its terrible.

Posted by: championi26 7th Jan 2009, 02:19pm

I always wanted a dog when iI was younger but it never happened for various reasons...

Now that I'm slightly older....We got Wee Molloy a lovely West Highland Terrier...who breaks everybodys heart that meets her.....shes a great wee thing and loves to do loads of tricks...



http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDQAyQDx7Dc&feature=channel_page

Posted by: carmella 7th Jan 2009, 02:30pm



this is my wee boys. Bobby to the left and Bubbles to the right.

Posted by: angel 7th Jan 2009, 05:04pm

thats a nice photo ,Carmella. smile.gif

Posted by: olly12 7th Jan 2009, 07:08pm

we had a english collie for 16yrs she was amazing me and my younger brother still talk about her ,a lady i worked with asked me if i would have one of her dogs pups i said yes never asked my ma or da we hid her from our boss at work all day and i put her inside my blue nylon overall took her in the door my ma said to me whats that you have in your overall i said keep quite dad will hear you how the hell are you going to hide her from your da i said i will think of something then dad shouted in whats going on in their my ma said you had better tell him he wont let you keep it my da was dissabled and could go down very easy mum said what if it gets under his feet my heart just sank and daid to her i didnt think about thatanyway dad just looked at her and melted he said she can keep me company even tho he was dissabled he still worked long distance .he took lassie up the north of scotland and he lost her dad came home devasted we all cried all that week my young brother couldnt eat two wks llater at 5 in the morning she heard whimpering and got up to look and lo and behold their she was all tattered and torn weak mum got her in and started shouting lassies back we all jumped out of our beds it was the greatest thing that ever happeened to us we just loved her and she and we got her love back ten fold i still love and miss her after all those yrs now i have a lovell black lab who i love just as much A.H.

Posted by: wellfield 8th Jan 2009, 02:27am

We've had 5 different boxer dogs over the last 30 year period

Posted by: wellfield 8th Jan 2009, 02:31am

This was one of our many boxer's


 

Posted by: wellfield 8th Jan 2009, 02:36am

QUOTE (carmella @ 7th Jan 2009, 07:29am) *


this is my wee boys. Bobby to the left and Bubbles to the right.
Carmella,our neighbour had five just like yours all at the same time,you'd think you were in the jungle when someone knocked at the front door!

Posted by: buntyq 8th Jan 2009, 05:01pm

Update on the critters in my home. Sweetie wet twice outsde his box and I knew that something had to be wrong. We took him to the vet and he had some crystals in his urine. This causes painful peeing. She also gave me some advice on where to place the two litter boxes since he could have been avoiding the one Charly uses. I wasn't sure of that because Suzy has two boxes and all her five boys take turns using them. While at the vet he had his updated rabies shot. Since he is an indoor cat, I would not do that again. When I brought him home he was more lethargic. Our neighbor had the same problem with her cats after their shots. He was so listless and wouldn't eat or drink so I had to take him back to the vet. Just in time. If I had waited another day he would have died with all the urine backed up in his body. They put a catheter in him and he stayed there over the weekend until she was sure he was out of danger. Vets are definitely not cheap in the US but we take on these animals as part of our familiy and their care is in our hands. He is on a different food from the vet which will prevent the crystals, as well as some meds. I give the same food to Charly.

Strange thing is that Charly, the new addition, doesn't seem to want to bother him. I gave her quite a bit of attention when he was in the vet instead of telling her to leave him alone. I wonder?

I am sure that Victoria Stillwell is a favorite among dog lovers in GB and now she is in the US helping families with their dogs. Animal Planet is one of my favorite shows.

Posted by: stuarty 9th Jan 2009, 01:27am

I have always had some kind of animal in my life mostly dogs whiskey was a bitsa as a wee lassie he got runover with a side car a cried for months then corgy the cat she got run over also then jason he was with my mum until she had to give him away as the flats at bogeny would not allow dogs then they started to allow them then i had an afgan hound called scruffy oh he was so mighty handsome dog and won prizes at dog shows then a had a cat and another dog called mad max a had to give him away as he would not let any men in the house my ex husband being the main person then we got trudy1 she was my first yorkie she lived 13 years then when she went a got trudie 2 she is now 10years old oh and we had 2 budgies and 100es of marine fish and vertabraes and other exotic things in the tank i still have 116gallons of water it is still in use but onlt tropical fish in as marine were to expensive with the up keep oh and my chickens and khaki cambell ducks and a got so much plesure from them oh mice the boys wanted and am sure a have missed some pets it will come back to me eventually but this is my trudie 2 now or trudy anyway it is spelt she wont know will she ha ha oh and the fish in the pond but that is being filled in thisyear due to frogs killing the fish off trying to mate with them duh oh she has green eyes do you no think


 

Posted by: MMJ 9th Jan 2009, 10:48am

So many Yorkshire Terriers!!
We've had several Yorkies over the years, and yes- there have been many happy times and broken hearts as they have passed on to the "Rainbow Bridge"... gone but never forgotten, as they say... Terry, Shayne, Jerry (1st), Trinkie, Corrie (2), Shona, Poppy. They mostly all died of old age.
At the moment we just have Jerry - hopefully we will get him a wee mate this year and have the happy yappy sound of puppies next year.
We also have two cats, William and Barnabas, a cockatiel called Spencer and a budgie, Bhoy.
Barnabas recently had his back leg amputated after an altercation with (we think) a car.

Jerry is a lovely dog in all ways - a real terrier, intelligent and lots of fun. And such a terrible sook!!!
This was him at Christmas - waiting for Santa.



Posted by: carmella 9th Jan 2009, 01:44pm

All of these wee dogs are just adorable.

It is just awful when a pet dies. People who have never had a pet, no matter of what kind, just do not understand the heartache which comes with a death. We who do have pets, know what they give to us in our daily lives. We know all their little foybles, the cheeky and the funny things they do sometimes just to get our attention, or 'feed me - in case you forgot it's that time' hahaha.

Mine will push the dishes until I notice it's that time of day, even if I'm on the phone.

They bring such a lot of joy to our lives.

I would love to show you all of my dogs, but none of their pics are in my computer. The last pic is Bubbles lying sleeping on his back at the side of my desk in the office. The other is Bobby sleeping too - taken last year. Everywhere I go, they go.






 

Posted by: buntyq 9th Jan 2009, 08:56pm

Charlyt is off doing something and is not trying to climb on to my lap as I sit at the computer. I was thinking of my brother's goldfish, Buster. This happened many, many years ago when we lived in Ardoch Street. We were going on holiday and my mother asked Mrs. Tough (that was her name) who lived next door, if she would watch Buster for my brother. Well, we came home and when my brother went to pick up Buster she wouldn't give him back. How do you tell a wee lad that he cant have his fish? My mother was mad but she saved the day and told Mrs. Tough she would go to the store and buy her a bowl and her very own goldfish. She did just that.

I love those wee Yorkies and would have loved a dog but when I travel I would have had to put the dog in a kennel and I would not want to do that.

Martin, this was a nice post. Brought back so many memories.

Posted by: MMJ 9th Jan 2009, 11:13pm

There's fancier versions of this on YouTube and other websites, but just reading the words is sad enough for me...

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown...

Posted by: stuarty 9th Jan 2009, 11:28pm

great poem but if its true that all my animals will come back to me a will feel like st fransis of assisi and thats the truth a love all the pics of the yorkies mine is no a wee yap thank heavens as a know others that are but she taps things she wands and also she steals tic tacs from my bag and then flicks the box in the air until she opens the box then throws it up in the air to get them out and she loves extra strong mints the stronger the better the little dog with big big hearts they would take on the world to defend their owner wub.gif i did put my pictures in the images chats of the pet pictures

Posted by: carmella 10th Jan 2009, 03:09pm

What a terrific poem, it's lovely. I would love to think that all my wee pets would be with me when I die, that would be true happiness.

I agree with Bunty about putting animals in kennels. In all the years I have had dogs, I have not done this once. When my parents were alive they would look after my dogs. We took them to my parent's house the morning or night before we left.

These days I have rarely gone away outside the UK, if I do go I take them with me. If outside the UK then I have a very good friend, or my nephew who comes to the house and stays with them. I'm lucky that way.,

If it meant putting them into kennels, the choice is easy, I just would not go away.

Posted by: stuarty 10th Jan 2009, 04:13pm

I have never put any of my dogs in kennels either a have either got my sons to look after her or because my sons were going away abrod lastyear the sametime i was going to scotland a took her with me she was great and was with me for 6weeks a stayed there because she was with me and a would have only stayed 2 weeks mnax because a would have missed her too much

Posted by: witshisname 10th Jan 2009, 09:35pm

I had a German Shepard when I first moved to Castlemilk in early 70's,we left him in the Kitchen over night & one night i got thirsty and went in for a drink and he jumped up on me and scared the S**t out of me,So parents gave him away sad.gif .
For the next few yrs it was a combination of having Budgies or Canaries,Just before coming to Canada My Mother caved in and bought me a wee Wire Haired fox Terrier.
I was excited as we had to go up to the breeders house and see aww the wee puppies and get my choice of them.
Sadly I only had him for a few months before I found out about us coming here,Luckily My Uncle was willing to take wee Dougal in.
I just regret not taking any pics of him.

Here's a pic of the Breed.

 

Posted by: mary the cloggy jock 13th Jan 2009, 02:08am

och aye ,i had a wee westie,, her name wis alba, she would talk tae me,, a wee doll she wis,, a miss her.. also had cats,, bonny and clyde,, wee buggers miss them too,, also lizards,, mork and mindy,, nano nano, they died too fast ,, dont know why,, but i want another cat , cause they are good company rolleyes.gif

Posted by: stuarty 13th Jan 2009, 02:20am

just remembered we had 2 terripins and when a was a wee lassie a had goldie the hampster and one saturday morning Iwas playing with it and she fell onto the electric fire and ran up and got burned on her head the schreams from her and myself were curdling my dad jumped up and as i was in shock and sobbing a told him whay had happened he bathed the hampster and it took a month or so for the burn to heal but a still remember that dreadful morning it still makes me feel sick sad.gif

Posted by: lindamac 13th Jan 2009, 03:15am

QUOTE (stuarty @ 13th Jan 2009, 12:19pm) *
just remembered we had 2 terripins and when a was a wee lassie a had goldie the hampster and one saturday morning Iwas playing with it and she fell onto the electric fire and ran up and got burned on her head the schreams from her and myself were curdling my dad jumped up and as i was in shock and sobbing a told him whay had happened he bathed the hampster and it took a month or so for the burn to heal but a still remember that dreadful morning it still makes me feel sick sad.gif




awwwee thats a sad wee story stuarty ahm gled the poor wee thing got better though ,quick thinking frae yer Daddy ahd say . wub.gif

Posted by: johnwatson 13th Jan 2009, 08:32pm

we have a cat called fishbone it was a stray from the moter camp across the road it has a stump for a tail somebody had choped it off the reason we call it that i had to entice it whith fish that was four years ago still here biggrin.gif tongue.gif

Posted by: Tomi H-H 27th Jan 2009, 03:38pm

I had two extremely close relationships with pets, firstly a German Shepherd whose mothers mother was a full wolf. Laika, as she was called, could be dangerous at times, would always walk half a length in front of me, never to heel, and watched every one who passed with a bodyguard's glare. She was a handful but she would genuinely have laid down her life for me, I thought...one day I was swimming in the Rhein and got caught in a current, I called Laika at the pitch of my voice and she plunged into the river and headed straight for me. I knew I only had to grab hold of her choke-lead or her tail and I'd be o.k. She came to within a few feet of me and must have felt that the strength of the current was too much for her to handle and moved away out of the current leaving me to my own devices. I got out somehow but thanked her anyway for trying. Maybe the selfpreservation bit was the wolf in her
The second pet belonged to my girlfriend. It was a Norwegian Forest Cat called Maus, a most beautiful creature but also with an untamed look about him. I asked my girfriend why she called him Maus, because that was the last name that I would have given to this beast who had attacked me on our first meeting, and she said `because she is so beautiful' (out here Maus is a form of endearment like a cuddely little mouse ) It took me a while to convince her that our little Maus was a male but Mary always refered to him as she. I came into the yard one day to pick Mary up to go for a walk with Laika and Benny ( a real dopey German/Belgian shepherd cross who was a laugh a minute.) The Maus was sat on the door step and as soon as he spotted the two dogs he flew straight at them with claws bared and hissing like a snake. Laika was a cat killer,
when there was nothing bigger about and when we were not quick enough to prevent her, but she stopped stock still for a second, probably couldn't believe her eyes, which gave me time to recover from my surprise and drag her and Benny back to my car where I locked them, slavvering against the inside windows, away. A hundred stories wait to be told about the Maus. Until he reached the age of 24 when he'd had to have a back leg amputated after being hit by a car when chasing after another cat who'd chanced his luck by venturing into the Maus' s territory, we could never keep him in. He'd had an eye removed about age 14 and I had to teach him to defend himself anew by catching him on the blind side a few times, When he got his hooks into you the best thing ( the only thing in fact) was just to sit down on the floor, try to ignore the excrutiating pain - and him- and wait till he sheathed his claws; then go and clean the wound. At 26 I had to put him down. I called the vet who made a house call. (She had often had to treat his various battle wounds and knew him well. One time she was inspecting the back of his throat - he only had one incissor left at that time - She had a little spatula like a lollypop stick in his mouth and he hissed at her and she sprung back about a meter. I said 'why so nervous, you know he only has one tooth ?' she said `he has 2 at the back)
I wouldn't let the vet give him the shot. She gave him an anaesthtic and showed me where to place the big one. To be honest I had anaesthetized myself before the vet got here, I had been trying to get my head round this for weeks and it was one of those real sunny weekends that suddenly appear in the middle of a real shitty winter.so I gave him that last weekend in the sun, rang the vet and shared a filet steak - his favourite nosh- with him a couple of hours before she got here then had another spliff. I felt I couldn't give that responsibilty to any one else since we really had been so close. I don't recommend the experience.
These were my first two animals and the experiences have never been repeated
although the animals have had others which filled the gaps that the left.
And all replacements have been taken out of animal shelters and no matter how disturbed they have been we've lived with that too. One cat, Charlie seems to take great pleasure in pissing on my clothes sometimes when he's annoyed with me or the other cat ( half Norwegian half Persian, she's Maus too but the gender is right this time and real cuddly) but when we saw him (Charlie)in the animal shelter he had been brought back that morning for the FIFTH time so we couldn't do that to him again
So now we give him drops, Bach Blüten it's called here- like homeopathic treatment I guess. Any way, Norwegian Forrest Cats are Cuddly and long living cats with a 25 year average age. Our's wasn't sooo cuddly ( but when he was it was like your birthday the feeling he gave you) but he was not so much your actual domestic breed which took hold in the early 70's, Todays version ar really different
Get down to your animal shelter and do yourself a favour. But do learn to accept your animal as part of the family, moods an' all. Don't be one of those who throw it out like the kitchen waste when they wind you up, you wouldn't do that with your kids, right?. I've a few of those stories too. Not nice.
Lots of luck and fun and enjoyment.

Posted by: lindamac 29th Jan 2009, 03:42am

Heres my loving little fellow Ashy whom is a Blue heeler cattle dog whom was dreadfully abused & bit all of us in the 1st few days of us meeting him [he was just so frightened we gave him time & we are glad we did as his true colours are beuteful his spirit is lovely]Ashy is now living a happier life & he gives us so much love & sometimes when I look at him I have to wonder what on earth were these folk thinking hurting a defenceless little cutie like him, he is a gorgeous natured little fellow ever so loving & nurturing too.we have had ashy for 3 & half yrs out of his 5yrs,his sufferings were terrible beatings starvation & abandonment as well as being left filled with worms & sickness & being 10 kgs underweight.I couldn't ask for a more loving dog now we love him so much he is very much a part of us & we try never to leave him alone too long as he gets lonely for our company ,we try take him with us or have our daughter or son mind him wilst we are away.

Posted by: penny dainty 29th Jan 2009, 04:38am

Ashy is a smashing dog now Linda.
Tommi , what wonderfl stories bout your pets The Maus sounds like he was a brilliant cat ,wouldve liked to have met him, wee thug laugh.gif

Posted by: penny dainty 29th Jan 2009, 04:42am

Have had only a few pets in my lifetime , Bluey and ceasie , both budgies, thumper and rascal , both rabbits and of course some of you will have seen The Molly Dog the current spoilt member of the Dainty family.


Posted by: glasgow lass 29th Jan 2009, 12:04pm

Hey dainty, see aw that rockin about in the caravan's doing you good pal tongue.gif , you look really great penny, lovely wee dog to laugh.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 31st Jan 2009, 04:22am

Lindamac : What you did for Ashy was brilliant and you've reaped the rewards of your patience and understanding of an animals basic needs. I know we are not supposed to compare animals to children and we really don't but when we bring them into our homes we at least have to treat them like animal members of our households and we wouldn't treat our children badly and naturally we do love them. You are deserving of the slobbering love that only a dog can give.

Penny Dainty ; I did a lot of contracting on aircraft and was mostly away from home. somewhere in germany I was having great probs getting to sleep at night and it wasn't that my girlfriend wasn't in bed with me...we not only sleep in different beds , we sleep in different rooms !! We tried it till it nearly was a big prob. she needs total darkness in her room to sleep. I need to know when I open my eyes I'll see the moon and stars or dawn when it does. Her room door must be closed, mine must be open, I keep her awake by snoring, she wakes me up to get me to lay on my side.
All impossible conditions. after a long time winding each other up I suggested she has her room and I have mine. She couldn't believe it. She'd been scared to say that in case I'd flip. We're in our twentieth year now in a perfect relationship where we go to bed together then later go to sleep separately. perfect solution. so when I say I don't miss Mary in bed at night I mean it.
But I couldn't sleep well in my digs and then one night it clicked. I got out of bed went to the bathroom and got my bath towel and rolled it up with my soap bag inside and put it pressed down on the bed cover against my legs and was in the land of nod in no time. I'd missed the old Maus taking up half the bed. Heh, no joking at home when he was alive I'd be reading for a bit then switch out the bed light "Night Maus" then in less than a minute he'd come practically walking up my chest and make his cat sound and then go back to the foot of the bed and lie down again, I'd wake up sometimes like a sleeping contortionist. I don't get that with the new cats. But I can put my legs straight out now.

Talking about which, look at the time,(we're +1) am offski.
nite all, lol tomi.

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 31st Jan 2009, 04:30am

Penny:

ps I'll try to get a picture of him set up when I get my head round all this techno stuff

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 3rd Feb 2009, 08:16pm

I scanned the only two pictures of the Maus and they were in .bmp format. thought i'd cheat and renamed then .jpg.....didn't work. scanned versions were rubbish anyway, colours took too much work.
Tommorow I'll photograph the photies then upload them . that should do the trick,
Watch this space

Posted by: penny dainty 4th Feb 2009, 03:51am

Ahm watchin biggrin.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 6th Feb 2009, 09:09pm

Hi Penny: Part success now. Got the photies into the GALLERY.

Old Maus and elephant 009: is the Maus when he had both eyes and didn't like strangers in the garden. Mary carries that pic still in her purse. he srang on my back that day and scratched me.
Old Maus and elephant 010: Here he has his left paw braced on my shoulder and his right paw at my jugular.
The other two are the new mouse and charlie The maus 2 had been shaved for an op in the animal shelter we use that to show she really isnt fat but all hair. Today of course she fat. see her from behind she looks lihe a Tea cosy....For a really big teapot !
couldnt get a comment on the pics but I thinh I know how to now . Try it with the elephant !

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 6th Feb 2009, 09:32pm

Oh boy, PENNY

, that was not easy !!!
but now you've met the cat who knew no fear. He of the evil eye.
Loved him tae bits so a did.

Posted by: penny dainty 7th Feb 2009, 04:08am

off to see The Maus as we speak biggrin.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 8th Feb 2009, 05:19pm

HAVE A PET
The Continuing Story of Old Maus: Part 2. The Gypsy.
I know you folks like a good pet story. Here's the story of the Gypsy. WARNING: get your hankies ready.
Like the Old Maus, Gypsy strayed to us.
We have had at times upwards of 7 cats on any given day come across our balcony looking for something to eat..the balcony being about half a meter above garden level and open plan so to speak... some came and went after a summer, some came for years and years. But Gypsy came during a time when the Old Maus was the terror of the neighbourhood and other cats only ventured onto the balcony at night when the Maus was safely locked in the house (under great protest). When Gypsy first appeared we thought she was only an older kitten and half starved. We püt a dish out for her and refilled it after she'd gobbled it all down. A full can of food in no time. Then she ran off but not much later was back again and finished off another full can, always checking behind her, nervously, between mouthfulls which she shovelled into herself. Mary said the poor thing must be starving. I thought she must be taking the food somewhere where she has kittens hidden: and I was right.
After a few weeks she turned up with a single kitten who looked the dead spit of "Sylvester" from "Tweety and Sylvester" so that was his name. Gypsy was a tortoiseshell colour. We found out that a woman who bred cats had turned her out...not good enough to sell, she also turned Gypsy's mother out - no longer producing nice enough looking kittens. ( she didn't last long outside, having been a pampered indoor cat). A few more weeks further on and Gypsy ventured, very carefully, into the house. We had to keep the balcony door open and the fly net too. Sylvester never stayed more than a minute or so and Gyps always sat on the back of the couch facing the door or on the back of the chair nearest her escape route. Later still she more or less showed Sylvester that he should make his own way in the world altho' he came by now and then but Gyps had decided to stay around here with the intention of maybe moving in.
This was not easy for her because the Maus was still King Dick around her and tollerated No other cats, dogs or strangers on 2 legs in his territory but her visits increased and the duration of her visits too.
One morning we found her on the balcony in a pool of blood. The balcony has a green grass effect carpet (about 15 square meters) and it's half protected from rain and snow by the balcony above us which is Mary's mum's part of the house, Brother lived in the attic part. Snow lay every where else. The trail of blood started out in the street where she had obviously been hit by a car and led across the yard and up a flight of 5 steps to the kitchen door and back out onto the street where it went to a lamppost on a corner by our hedge . The garden is half a meter higher than the pavement level and there's a hole at the base of the hedge hidden behind the lamppost which is the cats entrance to the garden. The trail led through here to the balcony.
We took her quickly to the vet before going to work. The vet rang Mary in her office to tell her she couldn't handle the cat but a friend of hers in Switzerlasnd could but it would run to 1800 Swiss.
Mary rang me to ask what we should do. Technically she wasn't our cat. I said honey we have no real choice. I'd followed that trail of blood in the snow and had seen what an effort that wee cat had made to get to us for help. We have to go ahead. Gypsy's pelvis was broken. We saw the x-rays that night at our vet's. Imagine looking down, cat on it's belly. the pelvis is like an H with two cross bars in the middle. they were all broken and displaced. The x-rays after were like a technical drawing. Every thing back in place with plates and screws holding it all together. When we brought her "Home"... choice now... she dragged her rear right leg behind her when walking and we called the vet again. "If she doesn't get that sorted out, and soon, she'll have to have the foot amputated" was what we were told......................
.............................................................................. Mary has just called me for our evening meal we're+ one hour here to be continued .....if you want
tomi

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 10th Feb 2009, 01:16am

WEE GYPSY: Part II.

Imagine dragging the back of your hand along a surface: this was how Gypsy was dragging her rear right paw. After the vet informed us of what would happen if she continued like that Mary got straight to work. She followed Gypsy step for step and moved her back leg for her, swinging it outwards and forward each time in cadence with the other legs. Sometimes I helped but generally I was there to keep the old Maus away from her. During the day, while we were at work, we left food on the bacony for him and left him outside although it wasn't neccessary to leave food for him but if it was there maybe he'd leave the birds alone.
Within 3 days Gypsy had got the hang of it and could swing her leg out and forward on her own. When Spring settled in we were hard pressed to convince folks that her pelvis had been literally shattered only two months before. She could fly up garden walls and climb our cherry tree like nothing had ever happened too her.She was everybody's darling, with the exception of the old Maus. He gave her such a hard time but no one kept her in: she was staying of her own free will. Her favourite position was to lay on Mary's, or my, chest and just dribble drops of slabber all óver us while purring like crazy. This was difficult for Mary: womens chests being more sensitive to the scratching that accompanies the digging in of claws that is part of the purring process.
But sometimes while watching telly we might here her coughing or wheezing asthmatically from the little hammock where she curled up often and dash to her to find the Maus close by just menacingly glaring at her. We frequently had to take her to the vet and she would put Gypsy in an oxygen tent for several times a day over a 2 or 3 day period.
I called her Mary's wee shadow. When Mary was in the house you never had to ask where Gypsy was. It followed her every where; bedroom,bathroom,kitchen,garden, you name it.
Mary had a little cat
the colour of her hair
and every where that Mary went
you'd find wee Gypsy there.
Sylvester met his maker before he'd lived out his first year. Car got him too.
By the time Gypsy was about a year and a half with us it was the old Maus's turn. He'd chased a cat out the yard, summer evening, and a neighbour parking his car had dragged him a couple of meters under a wheel. The Maus was 23/24 at this time and although I rushed him to an animal infirmary I was prepared to have him put down but the guy on late shift insisted he couldn't do that and the doctor would look at him in the morning and decide. Wouldn't even let me take him back home that night .They actually have german laws about such things: animal protection laws.
The Doctor (vet) called Mary at work the next day to say the Maus could be saved but the leg would have to go. She was terribly upset and not knowing which way to go she gave him the Ok.
Mary catches the odd fly in the house with a beer mat under a glass and turns them out into the garden, got me doing as well so the expression "Wouldn't hurt a fly" really sums her up. I cannot be accessed during the day or I would have reacted differently, but she could only decide how she did. I went to the Doctor after work and fired into him. He said there were lots of cats and dogs which managed on three legs I said this is a 24 year old, one eyed, one toothed cat who only knows how to bad-ass everything that crosses his path. 3 legs is his ticket out of here for Gods sake. The vet videos all his ops where he shows them to the University classes that he gives in Freiburg, this is why he has the rep. of "never putting a patient down if he can help it." The Maus suffered terribly and for me shamefully for the next 18 months of his life, and Mary and I suffered with him. His life was a misery and a painful endurance.
Gypsy, although wise enough never to trust him even in his crippled state, had a bit more peace now till finally I put the Maus down myself. He had cncer in the tongue. Our own vet came to the house to show me how. I really felt it was my sole responsibilty and it tore me apart. Naturally I did a bit of substance abuse before Ingrid the vet arrived. Mary visited her friend and took Gypsy with her.
For the whole of the next week we watched how Gypsy sneeked around the whole house carefully checking here and there and in all the Maus' special places. After a week she realised he wasn't around. We hoovered every room daily, carpets every where. Then Gypsy seem to go through a metamorphisis. Gone was the wee ever-cautious cat and in it's place was the Queen Bee. Her stature, her carriage, really seemed to alter and she patrolled the place just like the old Maus had done as if she'd learned it all from Him.But she never sat on the bit of the couch where the Maus had laid.
During the time when the Maus was with us we had a visit from 2 friends. One was an American from Fort Worth who'd come over on business. He called in to Bayern to see another friend and they both came then to us. Rodger (the ami) was to sleep in Mary's room, she'd put up with my snoring and join me in my room. Rodger ( the anglo) would sleep here in the computer-room where we have a good cupboard bed. Rodger the ami was a chronic allergic to cats. and we explained that Gypsy only felt safe at night in Mary's room but we'd sort that out. Now Rodger, a perfect gentleman , wouldn't hear of it and agreed to let her in and if it was a bother he'd chase her out.
The next day he rang his wife in texas and was gushing over the fact that he had spent all night with a cat on his bed and absolutely no darned effect. He stroke her when she rubbed against his legs in the living room and was delighted with her. We told him to be careful, she slabbers when excited, but he was Ok.
Mary always said that was just typical Gypsy. She wouldn't do you any harm, like Mary, Just wanted to be loved and left in peace.
Gypsy had 4 perfect years after I buried the Maus, then cancer took her. We operated but it went to the bone. We tried every thing. she was only 8. But we had to give in. Again the vet came to the house but at the moment of truth I chickened out. The Old Maus was almost 26 when he went. a bad-ass who'd had a good long life, except the last 18 month, but Gypsy was a wee softie and I told the vet through sobs "ingrid you're gonna have to do this" " I knew that before I came in Tomi"
The house was so empty after that and Mary was taking it really hard. She'd lost her wee shadow. And you miss the wee question mark going round the coffee table. 2 weeks later I said to Mary " Right, animal shelter, get a cat in here" She was reluctant but I pushed the issue.
You wont believe me. We went to the local shelter: nothing. We went to the next town where they have two: nothing. Mary's taking this as an omen. We went right out to Rheinfelden and there we saw Maus2 and agreed to have her, but I was really reluctant about an other one that looked like Maus...and HER name was....Nanuschka , eh? so we had the Maus2 and as we were signing up in came a woman with Charlie (jimmy ?) who was being brought back for the 4th or 5th time. we took him as well and paid for it in spades, he pisses every where ( especially my stuff,ie waterproof watches are not cat-piss-proof, nor are computers or screens - especially the nice flat screens- 2 of ) wants the wall paper changing and terrifies Mausie
So technically it's all back to normal in our house except I cover the screen when I switch off and the computer is behind a glass panel now. But we wouldn't dream of giving any back. they're ours now. We used to sign our cards T.M. Gypsy and the Maus. Now it's T.M.Charlie and the Maus.
Even if you've lost a dear furry family member, and we know how hard that is believe me, get on down to your local shelter. They're crying out for good homes ( for some bad-asses) but nice creatures too. Go ooonnn

Posted by: Mhoira 11th Feb 2009, 09:03pm

Charlie & Daisy


 

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 11th Feb 2009, 11:10pm

Charlie on the right. Right ?

Posted by: Mhoira 12th Feb 2009, 09:57pm

Yes as you look at the pic Daisy on the left at the edge of the couch and Charlie is on the right . Daisy really hates having her pics taken and always looks / walks away whereas you bring out the camera and Charlie sits and stares at you till you have finished smile.gif He really is a cheeky / cute wee bugger

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 12th Feb 2009, 10:07pm

old Maus was the same. You'd have thought the photographer was pointing a gun at him; hence only two pics and the later one I was having to hold him at risk of being maybe scratched at least,

Really nice looking wee dogs Mhoira

Posted by: Mhoira 12th Feb 2009, 10:25pm

I have a sis in law who has a dog too and if you bring out a camera the dog hides and it wont come out to you again for the rest of the time you are there and if you do manage to get a pic she gives you a hard time lol

Posted by: stuarty 12th Feb 2009, 11:34pm

aww this is my baby trudie 11years old this year and still got all her teeth and trying to feed her toy polabear awww she even has milk so could be a wet nurse for abandoned puppies but not 13 rotties laugh.gif


 

Posted by: Mhoira 13th Feb 2009, 12:20am

oh wow that is the type of dog my sis in law has called molly she hates the camera lol

Posted by: Elma 13th Feb 2009, 05:33am

When I had my two cats the black and white one, Zoe, would come and stick her nose into the camera so I could only get a picture of here when she was being lazy, whereas Sandy, the big ginger tom (are all ginger cats huge?) would pose as if to say which way do you want me to sit, this way? or should I lie down? unsure.gif I have lots of photos of him laugh.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 13th Feb 2009, 11:49am

Talking about your Black and white cat reminded me of another story involving Sancho & Simba, two cats which I shared years ago with another girlfriend.
They were brothers from the same litter Sancho being pure black and Simba being pure white. They only knew life from attic dwellings, first under the roof of a railway station where we lived and then in the attic flat of a three story block of six flats. ( I often took them out with my German Shepherds acting literally as shepherds)
Living in the flat they had access to the roof outside from the kitchen window which they used daily.
The woman in the neighbouring attic dwelling ask us one day if we had a big black and white cat and I told her we have a big black cat and a white cat. (Sancho was big)
No, she said, This was a big black and white cat.
Apparently she had just come into the kitchen in time to see a big black and white cat make off with the steak which she had on the bunker and by the time she got up on said bunker to look out the window the bugger was gone.
I told her she must have seen our two but she wouldn't have it. It was definately a Big black and white cat.
She concluded it must have come from the adjacent building if it wasn't ours.

To come from the adjacent building it would have needed big black and white wings as well.

Posted by: Boydy 15th Feb 2009, 02:52pm

I have a huge mutt called Bobby(8) and three moggies Pebbles(13),Ruby(6) and Holly(4)

This is Bobby



Posted by: TeeHeeHee 15th Feb 2009, 03:07pm

I'd bet the moggies are glad you feed bobby

Posted by: Mhoira 15th Feb 2009, 06:01pm

lol I now have 13 fish 2 dogs and a cat .

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 15th Feb 2009, 11:12pm

So Martin ....

What will you decide on ?.........you started this ball rollin'

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 1st Jul 2010, 10:18am

We're not famous ... but one of our cats is.
In this morning's newspaper (for our local county) we were surprised to see a picture of Moorli, the black cat that Mary's mum has been looking after for some years now. The photo is of someone stroking Moorli outside of the kindergarten for handicapped children across the road from our house. Moorli sits outside the Kindergarten and seems to wait for people to stroke him when they pass. We have observed how he follows folks till they stroke him then returns to the kindergarten and waits for the next one.
What we didn't know is that Moorli is a daily visitor to the kindergarten itself where the children all know him and play with him when they are outside (He is not allowed inside the building because of the possibility of cat hair allergy).
The photo in the paper was taken a day or two ago when the kindergarten held it's showing of the kids art where Moorli acted as welcoming committee to the guests.
The children have long taken Moorli to their hearts and adopted him as the Kindergarten Kater because Moorli is not only very kinderlieb (loves children) but also because Moorli himself has his own handicap; he had to have an eye removed a few years ago, and the kids see him as one of their own.

Moorli (black as a Moor)


Posted by: Elma 1st Jul 2010, 05:26pm

Tee, your Moorli looks exactly like my Sawyer, except he still has two eyes! He is 3 and was one of those cuddly kittens, then grew into "I'm a cat and I'm superior to you" laugh.gif then I got him fixed and he has reverted to "stroke me NOW."

He is called Sawyer after one of the characters in 'Lost' as the day after we got him he was lost and then turned up again the next day. laugh.gif

Congratulations by the way, on the fame of your Moorli, is Maus jealous?

Posted by: Paulines47 1st Jul 2010, 10:37pm

1st time I've seen this thread.....& I knew it would be joyful to look through but would also be sad & painful to hear of the loss of people's beloved pets.......so, although this is a very sad tale to tell, I would like to share it with you.......of which I shall give you the abridged version.

Throughout my childhood I'd grown up with many family pets (mostly German Shepherds) & then when I lived on my own I had hamsters, russian dwarf hamsters, rats, ferrets, gold finches but always hankered after a dog.

In 1992, I started a relationship with a guy called Jem & within a couple of years we lived together & got engaged in 1995. For years I kept asking if we could get a dog & he just said it wouldn't be appropriate for our lifestyle.....but still I kept suggesting it.......even saying I would give up smoking if we got one.

On New Year's Day of 1997, Jem became quite ill (not from my cooking I might add!) & I took him to casualty but they released him a day after when they thought he'd just 'over-indulged' !! In March 1998, after losing a lot of weight, he was diagnosed with cancer of the oesophagus & underwent an operation & chemotherapy. He was then in remission for 10 months or so & then had to have chemo again. We both knew the eventual outcome.

One day I came home from work to see a sandy coloured dog at the top of our stairs, sitting on it's hind legs waving both paws & smiling....a big cheesy dog type smile! It turned out that Jem had been to a dog home with his family to get me a dog (to keep me company when he passed away).....I called her Ruby, she was a Norfolk Terrier. I took her to work everyday because Jem was unable to walk her & everyone loved her to bits. She didn't seem that friendly to men which possibly came from her previous life, loved all women & strangely didn't have much to do with Jem. She didn't dislike him, it was just that she seemed to know that he wasn't well & never tried to jump on his lap or pester him for anything. (Does that make sense??)

Anyway, the day Jem was dying, she laid next to the chair where he was sitting....never went outside....never whined....never squashed his feet....she just laid there with her head on her paws.

She remained with me until 2005 which was then that I had to rehome her (for reasons that I won't go into) but she stuck to me like glue for the 4 years after Jem passed away....like she knew she was supposed to protect me & look after me. Ruby is still alive now, I know where she is & there probably isn't a day when I don't think about her. She's quite old now, possibly only 2 to 4 years left. If I do happen to get another dog, it will never be the same as Ruby.

I think that animals are very perceptive to human conditions, especially where death occurs.....I don't know what you all think???

Posted by: penny dainty 1st Jul 2010, 10:46pm

Wonderful story THH your a natural story teller , just brilliant.
Love all the photos too of all the pets.
We got a wee Maltese X who is half human i'm sure of it.The Molly Dog. She is such a wee character with all the antics she gets up to, ahhh where would we be without our pets .Doesnt bear thinking about eh.

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 1st Jul 2010, 11:25pm

Moorli and the Maus get on ok and she's no' intae fame, or weans either. She get's her share of cuddles and stroking from the bigger school girls who pass by but that's a BIG problem for the Maus ( see avatar) because strokes and cuddles send her straight to the food dish.
But they both have to watch out for Oor Charlie. I don't mind when he chases the Maus ... it's the only exercise she gets but as long as he's outside, like he is at the moment, Moorli won't come into the yard but stays over in the kindergarten which gives us a bit of angst cos he's black as night, one eyed and the drivers do not stick to the 30kph limit here at night. Even if Charlie is in and sitting behind the kitchen door fly screen Moorlie won't come into the yard. His access to the terrace above me is a cat walk where he has to spring up from the top step by the kitchen door.
Charlie knows this. He's our toerag among the cats.

Oor (butter wouldn't melt) Charlie









Posted by: Elma 2nd Jul 2010, 12:12am

What a beautiful cat Tee, reminds me of my grandson's HUGE tabby called Loki. I notice Charlie's white strip down his nose, my previous cat, Zoe, was black with white chest and tummy and four white socks but she also had a white strip down her nose resulting in one nostril black and the other pink. She looked funny as a kitten but grew into a very good looking cat tongue.gif

What a sad story Pauline, it makes you wonder just how much animals can sense the feelings of their people. Your Ruby sounds a wonderful companion, do you ever see her now?

Posted by: Paulines47 2nd Jul 2010, 01:00am

QUOTE (Elma @ 2nd Jul 2010, 02:29am) *
What a sad story Pauline, it makes you wonder just how much animals can sense the feelings of their people. Your Ruby sounds a wonderful companion, do you ever see her now?


Yes Ruby was a wonderful companion, especially after Jem passed away.......she hated me being out of her sight even for a minute, which did pose some problems (!) I gave her to a neighbour of one of my closest friends & they gave me a photo of her a couple of weeks after she moved in with them. Ruby was 'as happy as Larry'. I never thought it would be fair to see her again in respect of her new family but I receive regular updates. I believe she has a boxer as a neighbour that is madly in love with her (!!) & 'eyes' her through the fence!! They go on daily walks together.

The couple I gave her to had lost one exactly the same previously & had fallen in love with Ruby when my friend had looked after her. I believe that they still call her Ruby & every Xmas I send Ruby LouLou a card with some money for them to buy her a Christmas pressy. (Yeah, I know it sounds soppy.)

Posted by: glasgow lass 2nd Jul 2010, 01:14am

QUOTE (TeeHeeHee @ 2nd Jul 2010, 12:42am) *
Moorli and the Maus get on ok and she's no' intae fame, or weans either. She get's her share of cuddles and stroking from the bigger school girls who pass by but that's a BIG problem for the Maus ( see avatar) because strokes and cuddles send her straight to the food dish.
But they both have to watch out for Oor Charlie. I don't mind when he chases the Maus ... it's the only exercise she gets but as long as he's outside, like he is at the moment, Moorli won't come into the yard but stays over in the kindergarten which gives us a bit of angst cos he's black as night, one eyed and the drivers do not stick to the 30kph limit here at night. Even if Charlie is in and sitting behind the kitchen door fly screen Moorlie won't come into the yard. His access to the terrace above me is a cat walk where he has to spring up from the top step by the kitchen door.
Charlie knows this. He's our toerag among the cats.

Oor (butter wouldn't melt) Charlie







so cute Tee, thats jist how a like pets,,,,,,,fast asleep.








Posted by: TeeHeeHee 2nd Jul 2010, 01:37am

I had a hard time wi' Charlie at the beginning. He has a broken nose and I always reckoned someone whacked him, hence his dislike of me and other men. But watching him run around the house crashing into doors and a marble coffee table soon changed that idea. It was difficult at first wi' Charlie and the Maus and eventually after 18 month got to the stage where we had to decide which one was going back to the shelter, the Tierheim.
Obviously Charlie had to go back; he was the one who created all the damage to wall paper, computer, monitor, my clothes and watches and terrorised the Maus to the extent that she lay in a pool of her own urine squeezed under a radiator.
But Mary said we couldn't do that to him; return him for the 6th time to the animal home so that someone would take him and bring him back again ... Ah thought he was a gonner but the cat came back ... so her idea was that the Maus should go back; she'd be taken in a minute (so long as no one knew of her wee moods rolleyes.gif )
But I couldn't let her go either so it called for a change of tactic.
No matter what Charlie did, (including last year on the day before my 65th when he left a nice scar running from my brow right down over my left eyelid and onto my cheek; as noticed on all my photos taken during the party) I resolved just to pick him up and cuddle and stroke him telling him what a lovely wee guy he is ... that took another 18 months.
Now he's not so bad with the Maus. Still chases her but that's the kind of cat Charlie is and she needs to be chased around a bit.
But he loves me now. Rubs me with his head at every chance, gets under the bed cover, takes over my side of the couch and we play hunter and prey together with me as the prey.
He's a great and funny cat and intelligent too. Amazing to watch him get around problems.
Still marks stuff but we keep on top of that, always cleaning up right behind him. When I'm back on my feet, or foot, the house has to get redecorated so he can start again.
(He's just this minute ran up the catwalk to the terrace above this room but the b*gger won't come in. rolleyes.gif )
I'm glad Mary's logic won through though.

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 2nd Jul 2010, 01:54am

Charlie's decided he's gettin' nothin' tae eat up at Moorli's pad at this time of night and has just come back down now to the window, so it's brekkies for him and beddies for me. biggrin.gif
Good night all rolleyes.gif

Posted by: wellfield 2nd Jul 2010, 04:48am

We've had 5 Boxers over the years.....too old to go chasing after them now,so no more

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 2nd Jul 2010, 10:39am

Wellfield you should get one like one of my neighbour's dogs. I'm not sure if it's a Bernardiner or not but it's huge.
The present one is Artur III and looks like a clone of his predecessor Artur II who looked like a clone of Artur. All a kind of light ginger tricolour and big enough to be saddled up.
Two speeds ... Dead slow and stop.
Guy goes out on his bike wi' the dog and keeps turning back to a great lumbering, no rush, animal with shouts of ARTUR! KOMME! ... Yeah, yeah, I'm coming aint I? rolleyes.gif
Mountain dogs. Built for the long haul. No fuss; the mountain won't go away. tongue.gif

Posted by: Anne1 2nd Jul 2010, 10:49am

Saw online today THH that police were called to German town as there were reports of Crocodile roaming streets, believing it to be a hoax the Police shocked when they saw it crawlig around, wondered if it was maybe one of you wee pals laugh.gif






place was called Gross Rothrheim or similar

Posted by: Lennox 2nd Jul 2010, 11:06am

When I first met Mr lennox, his oldest had a pet boa, it was 13 feet long and he would take that thing every place with him wacko.gif it was very disturbing , it hung ove his neck like a scarf, gave me the creeps , I forbid him to ever bring it into my house after the first time he did


On his birthday about 2 years later he was at his mammy's and had the snake with him, she had a tiny dog atoy poodle, snake musta been hungry cos all of a suddend the wee dog was wrapped up in its coils , David's mammy lost it when the snake would not let the dog go , she wen into the kitchen crabbed a large knife and started hitting at the snake it finally let the wee dog go , after she cut off its head , the wee dog was in doggy hospital for days and david was never allowed to have another snake again . huh.gif

Posted by: Anne1 2nd Jul 2010, 11:11am

Bliddy hell Lennox I would have died if any one brought a snake near me, eeee yuk laugh.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 2nd Jul 2010, 01:17pm

QUOTE (Anne1 @ 2nd Jul 2010, 12:06pm) *
place was called Gross Rothrheim or similar

Wouldn't be around this corner Anne ... nothin' Gross about us lot tongue.gif biggrin.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 2nd Jul 2010, 01:30pm

Know where your at Lennox.
I had some photos taken one time with a snake (yeah, I know rolleyes.gif ).
I was holdin' it near it's head with one hand and near it's tail with the other (does a snake have a tail or is it all tail from the neck down?) but any way, during the shoot it managed to wrap it's tail around my thigh, then, having a good purchase, it put the pressure on ...
... don't do this at home kids.
Remember, was it Gordon Scot?, when Tarzan was fighting the boa in the river and the director was thinking great stuff, keep it rolling and the bliddy thing nearly killed the actor.
They should never have been let out of the Garden of Eden tongue.gif

Posted by: Lennox 2nd Jul 2010, 02:33pm

QUOTE (Anne1 @ 2nd Jul 2010, 01:28pm) *
Bliddy hell Lennox I would have died if any one brought a snake near me, eeee yuk laugh.gif



I alomst did die the first & only time I saw it anne, horrible tthing that it was ohmy.gif

Posted by: Anne1 2nd Jul 2010, 11:40pm







This is Angels wee cat called KittyKat sorry picture a wee bit squinty

you can click to enlarge I hope

Posted by: angel 3rd Jul 2010, 01:05am

Hi Anne ,thanks for posting the photo, I think you did a good job, considering it was'nt perfect, I clicked on the size and it's just fine, thanks again Anne smile.gif smile.gif

Posted by: Anne1 3rd Jul 2010, 01:11am

your most welcome doll laugh.gif a canny sleep again

Posted by: angel 3rd Jul 2010, 01:17am

I already figured that one out Anne, hope you get a sleep soon ,,God bless
sleep tight and don't let the bugs bite biggrin.gif

Posted by: brian432 3rd Jul 2010, 05:15am

Here's my best mate Jack, had him for 12 years, as you can see, he's camera shy. laugh.gif


Posted by: Anne1 3rd Jul 2010, 08:10am

hes cute smile.gif

Posted by: glasgow lass 3rd Jul 2010, 12:30pm

nice kitty angel
lovely we doggy brian
biggrin.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 21st Sep 2010, 09:11am

I read the other week about the woman who picked up someone's cat and threw it into a pedal bin, gettin' herself caught on CCTV into the bargain. Apparently she's been signed off on the sick after receiving much abuse on the internet.
Today I read about a family who took their dog, in need of veterinary attention, to a wooded area and drove away leaving the wee dog, bewildered, behind.
The report in the newspaper was followed by 3 readers comments; two of which left me wondering.
I am totally as against animal abuse as I am against the abuse of any innocents and believe that abusers should certainly be brought to justice ... but two of the readers comments following this report really made me sit back and ask, Can they really be serious?

http://www.dailyexpress.co.uk/posts/view/200764/Callous-owner-dumps-dog

Does anyone here feel this strongly about pet abuse?

Posted by: benny 21st Sep 2010, 03:49pm

I would certainly be in favour of prison sentences for people who mistreat animals in this way, and in some cases of extreme physical cruelty a good kicking widnae dae the perpetrator any harm either.

Posted by: wee davy 21st Sep 2010, 04:21pm

cruelty to animals is a criminal offence in the uk, for which one may be jailed for up to 51 weeks and may be fined up to £20,000 (neither of which have ever been used i wouldn't mind betting)

In theory, in the US - where those who have a three strikes and your out policy, an offender can get 25 years to Life imprisoment!

Posted by: wee sammy 21st Sep 2010, 07:41pm

i had a dog called Rover he just took off and haven't seen him for ages wink.gif

Posted by: auchenshuggle 21st Sep 2010, 10:38pm

oh sammy, i had a dog called pepe who done the exact same thing, we had had him for years which made it even worse. at one point we had thirteen cats, but now we`re doon to i dog a staffie bitch, and five fishes, one goldfish, two loaches, and two plectors.

Posted by: wellfield 22nd Sep 2010, 12:12am

We've had 5 boxers through the years....great dogs......Hey Auchenshuggle.....Sammy wis' havin' ye' on!!!Lol

Posted by: wee sammy 22nd Sep 2010, 02:11am

i had a strange phone call that someone found my Rover mellow.gif

Posted by: wee sammy 22nd Sep 2010, 02:21am

Just got a second call and someone is holding Rover FOR RANSOM what should i do THEY SAID DONT CALL THE POLICE oh my god poor wee Rover

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 22nd Sep 2010, 07:49am

Next time they call, Sammy, ask them how much they want for keepin' the dug ... and If they'll consider takin' the wife's Pit-Poodle too. tongue.gif biggrin.gif

Posted by: benny 22nd Sep 2010, 10:04am

Ma sister hid a dug called Rover tae, an he wis terrified o water. Ah suppose he must've been a Land Rover, eh?
If you're worried aboot yer dug, Wee Sammy, why don't ye pray tae St. Bernard? smile.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 22nd Sep 2010, 10:21am

If it was only a wee dug Sammy, y' shoulda kept in y'r pooch. rolleyes.gif

Posted by: angel 22nd Sep 2010, 12:15pm

QUOTE (auchenshuggle @ 21st Sep 2010, 10:40pm) *
oh sammy, i had a dog called pepe who done the exact same thing, we had had him for years which made it even worse. at one point we had thirteen cats, but now we`re doon to i dog a staffie bitch, and five fishes, one goldfish, two loaches, and two plectors.




what did you call the plectors shuggles? laugh.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 22nd Sep 2010, 01:14pm

QUOTE (angel @ 22nd Sep 2010, 01:17pm) *
what did you call the plectors shuggles? laugh.gif

Ah thought y' played guitar with them tongue.gif

Posted by: auchenshuggle 22nd Sep 2010, 07:20pm

i called them fin and haddie. tongue.gif

Posted by: angel 22nd Sep 2010, 07:52pm

QUOTE (auchenshuggle @ 22nd Sep 2010, 07:22pm) *
i called them fin and haddie. tongue.gif




I just you that biggrin.gif

Posted by: wee sammy 24th Sep 2010, 08:14pm

i am heading to the pub to see if anybody saw my wee Rover if i find him in there he will be a sorry wee Rover unsure.gif

Posted by: angel 24th Sep 2010, 08:19pm

QUOTE (angel @ 22nd Sep 2010, 07:54pm) *
I just you that biggrin.gif



oooooooooooooooooops I just thought you would, shuggles tongue.gif

Posted by: angel 24th Sep 2010, 08:20pm

QUOTE (wee sammy @ 24th Sep 2010, 08:16pm) *
i am heading to the pub to see if anybody saw my wee Rover if i find him in there he will be a sorry wee Rover unsure.gif


you are such a charmer Sammy rolleyes.gif

Posted by: CAMPSIE 24th Sep 2010, 10:22pm

WE GOT LANDED WITH OUR SON'S LONG LEGGED STAFF WHEN HE WAS SENT TO IRAQ, SHE IS A LOVELY DOG, THOUGH I THINK MY HUSBAND WAS A WEE BIT SCARED OF HER AT FIRST AS SHE HAD THIS HABIT OF WOOFING AT YOU AS THOUGH SHE WAS TELLING US SOMETHING AND I THINK IT FREAKED HIM OUT A BIT. WE NOW ALSO HAVE A SPRINGER SPANIEL AND ANYONE THINKING OF GETTING A SPRINGER BEWARE THEY ARE VERY STRONG AND ABSOLUTELY NUTS!!
BUT WE WOULD'NT BE WITHOUT THEM NOW, BUT HAD I KNOWN WHAT I KNOW NOW ABOUT SPRINGERS I WOULD HAVE GIVEN IT A BIT MORE THOUGHT.

Posted by: wee sammy 25th Sep 2010, 01:14am

just found out that Rover is Gay can i say that ??? wub.gif

Posted by: MissT 25th Sep 2010, 02:02am

I have a cat called Branston. He is 15 years old. When I brought him home as a kitten, he got out the carrier and under my accelarator while I was driving. I called him a pickle, hence the name Branston for branston pickle!


 

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 25th Sep 2010, 10:57am

QUOTE (wee sammy @ 25th Sep 2010, 02:16am) *
just found out that Rover is Gay can i say that ??? wub.gif

Why not? Lambs are gay 'int they? laugh.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 18th May 2011, 04:43pm

Any one remember this guy?

The Kindergarten Kat.




The Story.



QUOTE
We're not famous ... but one of our cats is.
In this morning's newspaper (for our local county) we were surprised to see a picture of Moorli, the black cat that Mary's mum has been looking after for some years now. The photo is of someone stroking Moorli outside of the kindergarten for handicapped children across the road from our house. Moorli sits outside the Kindergarten and seems to wait for people to stroke him when they pass. We have observed how he follows folks till they stroke him then returns to the kindergarten and waits for the next one.
What we didn't know is that Moorli is a daily visitor to the kindergarten itself where the children all know him and play with him when they are outside (He is not allowed inside the building because of the possibility of cat hair allergy).
The photo in the paper was taken a day or two ago when the kindergarten held it's showing of the kids art where Moorli acted as welcoming committee to the guests.
The children have long taken Moorli to their hearts and adopted him as the Kindergarten Kater because Moorli is not only very kinderlieb (loves children) but also because Moorli himself has his own handicap; he had to have an eye removed a few years ago, and the kids see him as one of their own.


Moorli was always a thin cat but recently he's becoming like skin an' bone. Mary's mum says he's not eatin' too much at home either so on Monday morning we took him down to the vet.
Vet suspects kidney problems (he is an old cat although were not sure how old) so he has to remain at the vet's till tomorrow (Thursday).

On Tuesday afternoon we had a visit from the cook in the kindergarten.
The kid's are all goin' barmy 'cos nobody has seen hide nor hair of Moorli Monday or Tuesday and the cook was gettin' worried 'cos he didn't show up outside the kitchen on both days either. rolleyes.gif
At least we know why he's not eating at home. biggrin.gif

We assured them that they'd probably see him on Thursday 'cos he's climbin' the walls at the vet's. laugh.gif

Posted by: Jupiter 18th May 2011, 05:08pm

..

Posted by: wee davy 18th May 2011, 06:09pm



Back in 1997, the late Linda McCartney paid £8000 and was very instrumental, in closing down the last breeding kennels in the UK, for Consort Laboratories. (Remember the brand name anyone?).

126 puppies were subsequently found new living quarters, around the country - whilst Linda and Paul took a couple.

New homes were eventually found for each and every one of them - and it was my wife and I's real priviledge to eventually take one home, from a kennels in Bootle. (After visiting for some weeks, to get them used to humans).

Whilst browsing the net, I found some of Snoopy's brothers and sisters, who attended a 'reunion' last year (now 'getting on' and all around 14yrs old). Photo Below.



2010 Reunion


Sadly, Snoopy (I know - how original lol) only survived two & a half years with us - but a joy he was nevertheless. (He had an argument with a Mercedes!)

I was absolutely made up to see this picture smile.gif

Posted by: ceader bhoy 18th May 2011, 07:28pm

had a dog for 18 years, terrier springer spaniel crossbreed, this dog thought it was humane biggrin.gif he knocked the letter box with his nose to get into the house, he went visiting people about possil begging for treats always knocking the door, the stories i could tell you about him you would never believe,he was allowed out himself as there were no keeping him indoors very obedient & friendly, he waited outside the butchers shop in saracen st for the butcher to come out with a bone for him he never went into the shop biggrin.gif he waited for the green man at the pedestrian crossing, lots more stories about him but can go on for ever, his name was maxie cheers cb


 

Posted by: ceader bhoy 18th May 2011, 07:50pm

took him down to the masonic club one Sunday afternoon with this strip on and he got barred they were only kidding but the said they did not serve catholic dogs biggrin.gif he hated pubs anyhow. cheers c/b

 

Posted by: Rab 18th May 2011, 09:12pm

Here's my Smartie just saying 'Hello' in doggerel - the softest Jack Russel in the world! Always looks like he's laughing.


Posted by: ceader bhoy 18th May 2011, 09:27pm

MY BOYS DOG GEO, CB


 

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 18th May 2011, 10:57pm

Love your dogs you guys.
Great wee story Davy ... you always manage to get Macca in there somewhere rolleyes.gif
Ceader Bhoy

QUOTE
lots more stories about him
get some of them in here; it's what the topic is about - Martin (GG) was lookin' for some tips and advice - and even if they're unbelievable we will believe (ask wee Davy tongue.gif )

Besides, it took me half an hour to find this thread again laugh.gif

Posted by: wombat 18th May 2011, 11:21pm

:Pfew minutes ago wis jis terrin up some paper fer startin the fire ,next thing joeys therr rippin paper up ,the misses took this fotie laugh.gif


 

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 18th May 2011, 11:34pm

Every little bit helps, Wombat biggrin.gif

Posted by: wombat 18th May 2011, 11:41pm

laugh.gif ah'll have him choppin wood soon T

Posted by: ceader bhoy 19th May 2011, 01:15pm

my daughters dog Floyd a boxer sucking a dummy tit, mad as a brush biggrin.gif c/b


 

Posted by: ceader bhoy 19th May 2011, 03:20pm

another photo floyd cool dude biggrin.gif c/b


 

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 18th Nov 2011, 03:34pm

QUOTE (Tomi H-H @ 27th Jan 2009, 02:57pm) *
I had two extremely close relationships with pets, firstly a German Shepherd whose mother's mother was a full wolf. Laika, as she was called, could be extremely dangerous at times, would always walk half a length in front of me, never to heel, and watched every one who passed with a bodyguard's glare. She was a handful but she would genuinely have laid down her life for me, I thought...one day I was swimming in the Rhein and got caught in a current, I called Laika at the pitch of my voice and she plunged into the river and headed straight for me. I knew I only had to grab hold of her choke-lead or her tail and I'd be o.k. She came to within a few feet of me and must have felt that the strength of the current was too much for her to handle and moved away out of the current leaving me to my own devices. I got out somehow but thanked her anyway for trying. Maybe the self-preservation bit was the wolf in her.


Just received this photo today (after 22 years rolleyes.gif )

Andi, in the picture with Benny on the left and LAIKA on the right, posted this photo (at my request, on Facebook) of a picture I took which still hangs on her fathers living room wall.
A friend of his once, while visiting him and seeing the picture for the first time, said, "What a beautiful picture, Rolf. Who is that?" Andi's father replied, "That's Laika and Benny." rolleyes.gif
You should have seen Andi's face. biggrin.gif


Posted by: Dave Grieve 18th Nov 2011, 04:05pm

We had a brown Labrador called Sheba who was very attached to my eldest daughter.
I was working away from home one time and my wife was in Scotland on holiday which left our two daughters looking after the house.

One day I get a phone call from my daughter telling me that after going to bed somebody had tried to break into the house through the front door ohmy.gif , this I found strange as there was a steel security door in place and Sheba slept outside the door every night.

Apparently she called our next door neighbour who looked over the wall but could not see anybody and Sheba was where she normaly was.

However better safe than sorry I told her to call in a security company and have an alarm fitted with panic buttons for both of them that they could wear around their necks.
A few months later I was at home with my daughters when someone tried to break in again.

Straight away I jumped up and ran to the front door and discovered the villian that was trying to get inside.
It was Sheba she had her paw jammed in the security gate and was busy pulling it back and forward trying to get it open.
So for months I was paying a security company to protect my family from our own dog. dry.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 16th Aug 2012, 12:23pm

QUOTE (TeeHeeHee @ 18th May 2011, 05:58pm) *
Any one remember this guy?

The Kindergarten Kat.




The Story.





Moorli was always a thin cat but recently he's becoming like skin an' bone. Mary's mum says he's not eatin' too much at home either so on Monday morning we took him down to the vet.
Vet suspects kidney problems (he is an old cat although were not sure how old) so he has to remain at the vet's till tomorrow (Thursday).

On Tuesday afternoon we had a visit from the cook in the kindergarten.
The kid's are all goin' barmy 'cos nobody has seen hide nor hair of Moorli Monday or Tuesday and the cook was gettin' worried 'cos he didn't show up outside the kitchen on both days either. rolleyes.gif
At least we know why he's not eating at home. biggrin.gif

We assured them that they'd probably see him on Thursday 'cos he's climbin' the walls at the vet's. laugh.gif


Goodbye Kindergarten Cat.
Last night we managed to bring Moorli in just before the storm broke; he always was a street cat, no matter how long he shared our house. Sometime after midnight when it had quietened down a bit, Mary's mum let him back out ... cos he wouldn't quieten down. Around 0ne o'clock I heard a cat out in the yard and assumed it was a neighbour's cat who is usually out all night too; but wants to be indoors, so ignored him (he usually uses my car to spring up onto my window ledge and "mark" my window).
This morning Mary woke me before going to work. The cat I'd heard early this morning was Moorli. He'd been hit by a car in the darkness and sustained a whole lot of superficial scuffs and cuts; probably when he hit the ground again. Together with Mary's mum I took him to the vet but it was obvious that his time had come. Because of his kidney problem he was a reluctant eater and the scales showed 3.5 kilo ... our Charlie is 6.1 kilo and the Big Maus weighs in at 7.2 kilo.
So without much ado we decided to allieviate his suffering and put him to sleep. The Vet had offered Morphine and anti-biotics but we agreed that was only going to stem his present pain over the weekend.
Had I realised, or even checked to see if it was the neighbours's "Felix" this morning, I could have at least offered him some comfort through the night instead of which he lay the whole night in pain outside in the rain on our "WELCOME" mat.
If I could imagine an afterlife for Moorli it would be a handicapped children's Kindergarden where Moorli spent his happiest days with kindred spirits.
Goodbye Moorli.
Sorry I was too late.


Posted by: Dave Grieve 16th Aug 2012, 02:58pm

Horrible when that happens Tomi you get so attached to them.
We used to have a house that was a regular Pets Cemetery with at least five dogs buried in various parts of the garden.

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 16th Aug 2012, 07:07pm

Didn't Steven King do a book called Pets Cemetery? unsure.gif
Moorli will be the 5th cat accompanied by two dogs ... soon be no place left for me sad.gif

Posted by: Rab2 19th Aug 2012, 05:25pm

Well, my wee Jack Russel 'Smartie' (photo-previous somewhere), aged 15 is on his last legs and may not see the year out. I have seen too many great dogs pass away, he will be our last. Been heartbroken too often. sad.gif

Posted by: G-Man 19th Aug 2012, 06:25pm



This is my wee lass Kimmy, She passed away July 19th last year aged 17. I miss her very much but am so very glad for the years I had with her.

Rab, Smartie looks a wee cutie. I know how you're feeling our last 6 months were hard too. Just so hard to make 'that' decision and although I knew it was the right thing to do I felt terrible guilt for quite a long time after her death. Now at the stage where I can think of her and mainly smile instead of crying.


Posted by: Rab2 19th Aug 2012, 10:47pm

Aye G-Man. You only have to look at that lovely wee face to see what a nice dog she was. My Dad used to say there was nothing like the 'trust in the eyes of a dog' - and he was right!. Lump in the throat now!! sad.gif

Posted by: seamus1954 20th Aug 2012, 12:52am

I am owned by a 7 year old boxer who knows she is only 2 ,she has me fully trained , she does not mind sharing my food at all she is good that way , I swear she has ESP as she knows what I am thinking before I do , she loves taking long walks ,loves riding in the truck , loves to wrestle and rough house she plays with my Nephew's 3 year old who usually winds up laying on Maire , she will take the leash put it on Maire and walk her through the house and yard , now If I were remove the leash Maire would run the entire yard like a Tazmanian Devil , I am amazed at the combination of strenght and intelligence of the breed they know when to use either trait , anybody with a boxer knows what I am talking about , our pets have thia ability to transform us one moment we are arguing about Politics ,Religion Independence , History or philosophy , then the minute our Pets are the topic of conversation we melt like a snowball in July unable to maintain the hard edge to debate , People will always break your heart , Pets only once in their life  my_protector.bmp ( 900.05K ) PS how do you put the picture on the post huh.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 20th Aug 2012, 06:46am

HI Seamus, there are two ways to reply to a post. "Fast Reply" and "Add Reply" Use the latter then you can access your photo files by clicking on the "Search" button which opens your files. Select, Upload, then open the "Manage current attatchments", click on the left icon and your picture is up in the post where you can use the icons on top right to "Center" it.
Preview post first then you'll see if it's the right picture you've posted or if there are too many "typos"
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Posted by: seamus1954 22nd Aug 2012, 12:58am

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Posted by: Dave Grieve 22nd Aug 2012, 06:28am

Hi Seamus

What I do is click on 'add reply'
click on 'browse'
this take me to my computer menu where i then select the photo i want upload
i then click on upload
click on 'manage current attachments'
click on the menu that drops down from this which then loads the image onto the message screen

The photo underneath is not my dog but one of my favourite photos that I have saved.
From a newspaper story in America where the owner has had his dog for many years and now it suffers from arthritis so badly that the only way the dog can get any sleep is when the owner takes him into the local lake and holds him while he sleeps.

This photo to me is what owning a pet is all about its not something you throw a scrap of food at now and again but should be a partnership.

The love of the man for his pet and the trust of the dog in this photo shows what it all about.


Posted by: TeeHeeHee 22nd Aug 2012, 07:55am

Seamus, sorry man - Lost in interpretation. My computer is German and instead of "Browse" I have "Search".
Dave, I read that article and was extremely moved by that man's love and consideration for his dog.
When my cat; the Old Maus, had his rear leg removed after a car accident, in order to prevent additional injuries while his wounds healed he was kept in a big cage at home for a while which; along with his pain, was driving him completely bonkers ... so I would squeeze myself half in there with him to soothe him and try to keep him sane. At night the cage would go on my bed and I'd repeat the procedure. If he tried to crawl out he'd wake me.
They're family, they're friends and they need you.

Posted by: taurus 22nd Aug 2012, 10:59am

My Staffie "Tiger" died 10 years ago,and I could still cry right this minute if I let myself.I always said if the world was full of "Tigers" (my Tiger),and not humans,there would be no wars.

Posted by: wee davy 22nd Aug 2012, 09:24pm

I once had a Golden Retriever who was utterly typical of his breed.

Tail incessently wagging 'doleful eyes' saying, "pat me, pat me". His biggest claim to fame was chasing Tornado Jets down a runway one night - but will forever be in MY memory, for making his way home, LATHERED in copious amounts of green slime,... after doing another 'runner'.

He looked soooo sheepish that day,... almost as if he was trying to tell us " I KNEW that ditch, was a DITCH TOO FAR!"
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Posted by: wombat 22nd Aug 2012, 09:46pm

smile.gif" i've got two pets uncle wee davy" ? ma and pa wombat laugh.gif


 

Posted by: wee davy 22nd Aug 2012, 09:55pm

wink.gif biggrin.gif Indeed, Joey , indeed! You have them humans very well trained lol

Posted by: Elma 22nd Aug 2012, 11:26pm

You said it, davy! laugh.gif

Posted by: seamus1954 23rd Aug 2012, 12:08am

Dave , and Tee , does that stand for tom , the picture of that guy and his pup ,is there a link for that story ??? brought a tear to my eye pets especially Dogs bring out the very best in us , what he is doing for his best friend really lifts up one spirt showing the kind of love dogs give to us everyday of their lives unconditional love , We have has Boxers since 1977 And have had 2 sets of 3 boxers at a time , with the second set Brenda when she got old and near the end when she could no longer manage the stairs by herself , I would carry her up the stairs when we got up to the top landing she always would turn around and give me a kiss to say thank you still makes me tear up , Tee you could do no less for one that means so much to you , and Taurus consider thast a compliment to be able feel that wau still ,that is a testement to your Humanity , now to put away the hankerchiefs , UNconditional Love try and get THAT from a Woman laugh.gif biggrin.gif PS Tee thanks for the help Dave too

Posted by: Dave Grieve 23rd Aug 2012, 06:09am

QUOTE (seamus1954 @ 23rd Aug 2012, 02:23am) *
Dave , and Tee , does that stand for tom , the picture of that guy and his pup ,is there a link for that story ??? brought a tear to my eye pets especially Dogs bring out the very best in us , what he is doing for his best friend really lifts up one spirt showing the kind of love dogs give to us everyday of their lives unconditional love , We have has Boxers since 1977 And have had 2 sets of 3 boxers at a time , with the second set Brenda when she got old and near the end when she could no longer manage the stairs by herself , I would carry her up the stairs when we got up to the top landing she always would turn around and give me a kiss to say thank you still makes me tear up , Tee you could do no less for one that means so much to you , and Taurus consider thast a compliment to be able feel that wau still ,that is a testement to your Humanity , now to put away the hankerchiefs , UNconditional Love try and get THAT from a Woman laugh.gif biggrin.gif PS Tee thanks for the help Dave too


Hi Seamus I read it in the Daily Mail but if you type Man Dog Lake into google there are several links to the story come up including one on you tube.

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 23rd Aug 2012, 08:06am

QUOTE (seamus1954 @ 23rd Aug 2012, 01:23am) *
Dave , and Tee , does that stand for tom ... thanks for the help Dave too

Yes ... you've unmasked me. biggrin.gif
You're more than welcome Seamus and a belated welcome to the boards. I've just spent some time with an ex-pat German, who was back in his old home town last week, who made his $zillions in his adopted home town in Philly. He insisted on being photographed with Bonnie. She doesn't normally need to on the line ... but the neighbouring garden had a cat in it and the fence was not high enuff to keep Bonnie out. tongue.gif


Posted by: seamus1954 23rd Aug 2012, 10:12pm

QUOTE (TeeHeeHee @ 23rd Aug 2012, 09:21am) *
Yes ... you've unmasked me. biggrin.gif
You're more than welcome Seamus and a belated welcome to the boards. I've just spent some time with an ex-pat German, who was back in his old home town last week, who made his $zillions in his adopted home town in Philly. He insisted on being photographed with Bonnie. She doesn't normally need to on the line ... but the neighbouring garden had a cat in it and the fence was not high enuff to keep Bonnie out. tongue.gif


Is she a Bernese Mountain dog beautiful thumbup.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 24th Aug 2012, 12:54pm

I thought so too at first Seamus; that's what's called a Bernersenerhund over here, but Bonnie's a Swiss Sener Hound; the Berns have longer curlier hair. A sener is a bit like a shepherd who might look after sheep or cows too on the mountains.
I've met a couple of males from this breed of dog and they are termed Grosse Schwitzersenerhund and they are really impressive. At least 6" higher at the shoulder and with much bigger heads; and necks on them like a steer. The loveliest temperament, really soft, but helluva loud when they bark; in the car with Bonnie in the back seat I have to remove my hearing aids and insert ear-plugs.
Just as a matter of interest, the Berner was originally brought into Switzerland by the Roman Legion; the 7th I think, as watch dogs because of their penetrating bark. So they've been here quite a while now. wink.gif

Posted by: Heather 24th Aug 2012, 01:15pm

Many years ago we had a budgie and we named it 'Haffey' after the Celtic goalkeeper.

My husband was a regular buyer at the Model Making shop in Argyle Arcade. When he finished making the models, he put them on the window pelmet and when the budgie was let out the cage it always went up to the pelmet and kicked all the models off. laugh.gif

Another one of it's tricks when out the cage, was to stand on the top of it, flutter it's wings then dive bomb my husband right into his face. It never did that to me, always hubby and I used to get a good laugh at those antics. laugh.gif

Posted by: Sandera 24th Aug 2012, 07:38pm

Hi,
I had a cat called Tammie whom we dressed her up when we were kids and she loved it! just lying in our toy pram and being pushed.
She one day disappeared at the ripe old age of 19.............

My budgie I got as my 1st wedding anniversary present !!
He was a great talker, open door cage bird who loved to sit in my washing basket......very social and loved being passed around my friends when we had company in......he was very calm and trusting.......I had to have him 'put down'...at the vet when he was 18 as he sadly lost all his feathers and just became so quiet and miserable........still miss him very much after all these years.

Posted by: Heather 24th Aug 2012, 09:01pm

Sandera, that was a good age your Budgie lived to.

I think our Budgie was about 10 /11yrs old. One day when in it's cage, the Budgie just collapsed. I called my son in and even though he was only about 11 yrs old he picked the Budgie up and gave it the kiss of life, but the poor wee Budgie was dead, so we buried it in the garden. sad.gif


Posted by: Rab2 24th Aug 2012, 09:08pm



'Ally' my alligator, who we found on a beach in Florida last year when only a few days old, is a wee bit unusual I know, but he is very affectionate and as you can see, loves kids - although he can only eat one at a time. He is perfectly adapted to our home and lives in our pool where we toss him the odd chicken or three each day, that is, if the feral cats and dogs in our district have not paid a visit to our garden - which they never do twice! For this reason, Ally is more than welcome to stay as long as he likes. He is kind and gentle with most of our family, except our late Uncle Bob who used to enjoy poking Ally with a stick! In the evenings he likes nothing better than to curl up beside me on our settee and watch reruns of 'DAKTARI', 007 films and anything with David Attenborough, although he has a disconcerting habit of smacking his lips when David appears. He loves Salt and Vinegar Pringles with his evening pint of John Smiths Bitter and never goes to sleep in the pool without his nightly bucket of Ovaltine. In the mornings he has no trouble at all fetching my newspaper from the local shop and its amazing how many items the Supermarket staff can (gently) fit in his mouth. Ally is the most wonderful and unusual pet who gives us so much. The only thing he upsets him are the words 'SHOES' and 'HANDBAGS' which are banned in our conversations.
If you were wondering - Smartie and Ally get along fine - so far.

Posted by: Sandera 24th Aug 2012, 09:08pm

Hi,
Over the. years I have heard budgies are prone to 'heart attacks' poor things,
well done to your then young son and his kiss of life..............I must change my profile....my names Sandra, but quickly getting used to Sandera ! lol

Posted by: seamus1954 25th Aug 2012, 04:15am

QUOTE (Dave Grieve @ 23rd Aug 2012, 07:24am) *
Hi Seamus I read it in the Daily Mail but if you type Man Dog Lake into google there are several links to the story come up including one on you tube.

Dave , thanks for the link incredible,

Posted by: seamus1954 25th Aug 2012, 04:22am

QUOTE (TeeHeeHee @ 24th Aug 2012, 02:09pm) *
I thought so too at first Seamus; that's what's called a Bernersenerhund over here, but Bonnie's a Swiss Sener Hound; the Berns have longer curlier hair. A sener is a bit like a shepherd who might look after sheep or cows too on the mountains.
I've met a couple of males from this breed of dog and they are termed Grosse Schwitzersenerhund and they are really impressive. At least 6" higher at the shoulder and with much bigger heads; and necks on them like a steer. The loveliest temperament, really soft, but helluva loud when they bark; in the car with Bonnie in the back seat I have to remove my hearing aids and insert ear-plugs.
Just as a matter of interest, the Berner was originally brought into Switzerland by the Roman Legion; the 7th I think, as watch dogs because of their penetrating bark. So they've been here quite a while now. wink.gif
Impressive I love the color variation thumbup.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 25th Aug 2012, 07:26am

I heard a story last night about a Great Swiss Mountain Dog, Seamus.
A couple in the states who had one eMailed their friends over here whom we meet regulary at Mary's brothers house. They said that their GrosseSwitzersennenhund (Sennenhund are cattle dogs; got that right now rolleyes.gif ) was moping around most days and going out for walks never seemed to be enough for him.
The answer was, he wasn't being challenged enough.
They're built big and strong to do big and strong dogs' work.
It was suggested they build some kind of a sledge for him and load it up. They converted an old wheel barrow and made a good harness for him and started off with a few big stones. He was as happy as Larry. They found the ideal weight for him to pull and in winter he was over the moon pulling his weighted sledge uphill in the snow.
That now seems to me to be more of a reason why the 7th Legion brought the dogs with them to Switzerland.
When I first started walkin' Bonnie it was on our local mountain here; the Tullingerberg, and I used her on the line and harness to pull me straight up through the vinyards; I'd had a hip replacement after breaking my hip and they'd had to go in twice after the first repair job failed which meant the muscles had been cut twice and needed a bit more work than just walkin'. After 2 weeks of going straight up and down the mountain with Bonnie, the limping was completely gone. I used to feel guilty about misusing her like that but after hearing that story last night I felt a lot different. Next week I go to pick Bonnie up in her home town; Kandern in the Black Forest (photos are in the Where am I? topic) which has better; and for Bonnie more interesting, mountains. biggrin.gif

The Great Swiss Mountain Dog.


Der Großer Schweitzer Sennenhund

Posted by: angel 25th Aug 2012, 03:41pm


My little house cat " Kitty Kat. had to have dental work done this week
she had a broken tooth that had become infected and had to have it extracted , but that is all over now , so I am hopeful that her nasty wee disposition will change , now that she no longer has tooth ache .
Athough I'm not sure about my disposition , because it just cost a
fortune . biggrin.gif

Posted by: taurus 25th Aug 2012, 11:05pm

I read a great book last year called "Giant George" written by a couple who`d got this gorgeous wee puppy great dane,and he grew to 7 feet from tail to nose,and got in to the guiness book of records. A wonderful read for animal lovers. I also talk to my goldfish every morning,I go out to the pond and say :hello fish: my husband thinks i`m nuts.The fish respond by stretching up with their mouths wide open,I think they`re trying to say good morning back to me but they`re just wanting us to lob some fish food in their gobs,and they oblige by letting us. I have just picked up a book written by a gorilla,yes that`s right a gorilla in captivity and he wants to protect a baby elephant,well i`ve still to read it,it`s based on a true story,written of course by a human,as seen (supposedly through the gorilla`s eyes). I do love animals,when there`s a case of animal neglect or cruelty on the telly i have to leave the room.

Posted by: seamus1954 26th Aug 2012, 03:36am

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Posted by: seamus1954 26th Aug 2012, 04:00am

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I am owned by a 7 year old boxer who knows she is only 2 ,she has me fully trained , she does not mind sharing my food at all she is good that way , I swear she has ESP as she knows what I am thinking before I do , she loves taking long walks ,loves riding in the truck , loves to wrestle and rough house she plays with my Nephew's 3 year old who usually winds up laying on Maire , she will take the leash put it on Maire and walk her through the house and yard , now If I were remove the leash Maire would run the entire yard like a Tazmanian Devil , I am amazed at the combination of strenght and intelligence of the breed they know when to use either trait , anybody with a boxer knows what I am talking about , our pets have thia ability to transform us one moment we are arguing about Politics ,Religion Independence , History or philosophy , then the minute our Pets are the topic of conversation we melt like a snowball in July unable to maintain the hard edge to debate , People will always break your heart , Pets only once in their life  my_protector.bmp ( 900.05K ) PS how do you put the picture on the post huh.gif



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Posted by: TeeHeeHee 26th Aug 2012, 12:15pm

QUOTE (seamus1954 @ 26th Aug 2012, 04:51am) *
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Posted by: TeeHeeHee 26th Aug 2012, 12:23pm

Seamus, your picture was .bmp
If you Right Click on the picture you get the option to open with (another programme) then you can select another windows programme and the picture will come up there where you can change the size etc and save. Now your picture is in .jpg format and you can upload it straight into the topic. wink.gif

Took me years to get this far laugh.gif laugh.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 27th Aug 2012, 10:33am




Aw ... intit cute? wub.gif
"Lucky" a wee Chiwawa in Mary's arms; a real nice place to be. biggrin.gif

So, the story ...
A long term couple, friends of Mary's brother, had made an arrangement to suit her new job in Prag. She'd fly back one weeekend and fly him out to her on alternate weekends. But when he went to Prag he met one of her younger workmates who gave him the eye and he fell right in. What he didn't realise was that she just wanted a chance to get to Germany. When he realised that of course it was too late as he'd burned his bridges with his long-time girlfriend; a very nice looking and kind hearted girl indeed. She remains friends with him but only on a platonic basis. Last Saturday she came to Mary's brother's birthday party, accompanied by her ex and his Chiwawa: which is his bait now to try and pull a new bird ... if he ever can.
The Chiwawa took a shine to Mary and settled in her lap for the night.



Time to leave and matey found that he couldn't stop the night with his ex at her place; Chiwawa or no Chiwawa. When he was leaving to go he called on Lucky to come with him but the pup was well settled in Mary's arms. He walked outside calling, "Cheerio, Lucky. I'm going! ... Goodbye Lucky ... I'm going!" but lucky was where I like to be and we were all having a bit of a good-hearted laugh at the whole thing; we are all good friends, then instead of coming back and picking it up ... he stormed off in the huff wi' the puppy.
What a nungy.
She; his ex, should know how lucky she is to be rid off him. yes.gif

Posted by: seamus1954 30th Aug 2012, 05:49am

QUOTE (TeeHeeHee @ 27th Aug 2012, 11:48am) *



Aw ... intit cute? wub.gif
"Lucky" a wee Chiwawa in Mary's arms; a real nice place to be. biggrin.gif

So, the story ...
A long term couple, friends of Mary's brother, had made an arrangement to suit her new job in Prag. She'd fly back one weeekend and fly him out to her on alternate weekends. But when he went to Prag he met one of her younger workmates who gave him the eye and he fell right in. What he didn't realise was that she just wanted a chance to get to Germany. When he realised that of course it was too late as he'd burned his bridges with his long-time girlfriend; a very nice looking and kind hearted girl indeed. She remains friends with him but only on a platonic basis. Last Saturday she came to Mary's brother's birthday party, accompanied by her ex and his Chiwawa: which is his bait now to try and pull a new bird ... if he ever can.
The Chiwawa took a shine to Mary and settled in her lap for the night.



Time to leave and matey found that he couldn't stop the night with his ex at her place; Chiwawa or no Chiwawa. When he was leaving to go he called on Lucky to come with him but the pup was well settled in Mary's arms. He walked outside calling, "Cheerio, Lucky. I'm going! ... Goodbye Lucky ... I'm going!" but lucky was where I like to be and we were all having a bit of a good-hearted laugh at the whole thing; we are all good friends, then instead of coming back and picking it up ... he stormed off in the huff wi' the puppy.
What a nungy.
She; his ex, should know how lucky she is to be rid off him. yes.gif

funny when the dog has more sense than the owner

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 15th Feb 2013, 12:52pm

This is definitly a MUST SEE. yes.gif

http://www.rtl.de/cms/news/rtl-aktuell/video-loewe-umarmt-und-kuesst-sein-einstiges-frauchen-2bbf9-51ca-37-1415402.html

Posted by: serabash 15th Feb 2013, 01:29pm

scarey but beautiful thumbup.gif

Posted by: Ossie 17th Feb 2013, 05:49pm

Had a dog of some type most of my life . The most recent being the dreaded Rottweiler , ( my second of that breed ) I had to get him put to sleep a couple of years ago ( 4 April 2011 ).
Unfortunatlely he develpoed a type of bone cancer . Was only seven years old .

I know only too well of the tragedies involving that breed . I just can't understand it as both my dogs , a dog and a bitch, were not just gentle big lumps but actual fearties. For me it had to do with the type of person who owned the dogs. At least in some cases.

The gaffer feels it's time to visit Cardonald dog and cat home . Just not ready yet though . Still raw .

I now keep, breed, and fly fancy pigeons. Not exactly pets I suppose .


Ossie.

Posted by: DavidT 17th Feb 2013, 06:51pm

I've got a wee black cat. He's just had a can of tuna and is sitting here cleaning his face and looking quite chuffed. I'll bet the kitchen floor will be a mess. He'll no clean it..that's why he keeps a human smile.gif

Posted by: DavidT 17th Feb 2013, 06:58pm

QUOTE (Ossie @ 17th Feb 2013, 06:06pm) *
Had a dog of some type most of my life . The most recent being the dreaded Rottweiler , ( my second of that breed ) I had to get him put to sleep a couple of years ago ( 4 April 2011 ).
Unfortunatlely he develpoed a type of bone cancer . Was only seven years old .

I know only too well of the tragedies involving that breed . I just can't understand it as both my dogs , a dog and a bitch, were not just gentle big lumps but actual fearties. For me it had to do with the type of person who owned the dogs. At least in some cases.

The gaffer feels it's time to visit Cardonald dog and cat home . Just not ready yet though . Still raw .

I now keep, breed, and fly fancy pigeons. Not exactly pets I suppose .


Ossie.

Ossie, pigeons are great. Never kept them, but always found them to be interesting birds.

Posted by: Jupiter 17th Feb 2013, 07:05pm

David what bit is it about pigeons you find interesting? I was quite interested during the week when I was walking under the railway bridge at Anniesland Cross and one dumped on a wee womans coat.Instead of walking on she stopped and looked up and yes,youve guessed;very interesting.

Posted by: DavidT 17th Feb 2013, 08:50pm

They tell interesting stories about their travels. Ok they don't but I like the daft wee dance they do when they want to party with Mrs. Doo.
I just put a wee song on sing song for these fabulous birdies. smile.gif

Posted by: Ossie 18th Feb 2013, 03:38am

QUOTE (DavidT @ 17th Feb 2013, 09:07pm) *
They tell interesting stories about their travels. Ok they don't but I like the daft wee dance they do when they want to party with Mrs. Doo.
I just put a wee song on sing song for these fabulous birdies. smile.gif



Pigeons ARE terrific birds David , thing is, there doesn't seem to be any in between . They're either revered or reviled ! Have to say though, folk who normally don't like the doos and who get a wee butcher's at my birds mostly say the same thing ........ They're beautiful, I've never seen pigeons like that . ..Honest .

Ossie.

Posted by: Jupiter 18th Feb 2013, 06:54am

Ossie, I dont have anything personal against pigeons and hope your love affair with them continues;wish I had a burd or burdz I was in love with.
Joop
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Posted by: DavidT 18th Feb 2013, 08:33am

biggrin.gif Aw Jupiter just do your wee dance laugh.gif

Posted by: Dave Grieve 18th Feb 2013, 01:48pm

Went out to the car this morning and found a snake hole about 2 to 3 inches in diameter that had been opened up close to the back wheel, hopefully its a harmless Brown house snake, my grandkids have been picking up shed snake skin in the garden for the past week and about a month ago our cat brought its latest trophy home to show us, a Brown house snake it had killed in the garden laugh.gif
anyway I filled the hole in.

Posted by: Ossie 18th Feb 2013, 01:51pm

QUOTE (Jupiter @ 18th Feb 2013, 07:11am) *
Ossie, I dont have anything personal against pigeons and hope your love affair with them continues;wish I had a burd or burdz I was in love with.
Joop
rolleyes.gif



Hi Jup , I didn't think for a moment you were anti pigeon mate . I've got a few of last years young birds out flying at the moment and it's sheer joy . I've bred other types of birds in the course of my life Jup , budgies, canaries, british finches and a few others besides . Always been something of a passion with me . I'm also involved in a couple of wildlife conservation issues . Just my thing I suppose . Cheers mate,


Ossie.

Posted by: Jupiter 18th Feb 2013, 05:37pm

Ossie, Ive absolutely no issue with birds and in fact encourage them into my gardens with the feeders,some are beautiful wee creatures and its quite interesting watching them interact,there is a definite pecking order,some docile,some bullies.
Your conservation issues sound interesting.Keep it up.

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 18th Feb 2013, 11:03pm

QUOTE (Ossie @ 17th Feb 2013, 06:06pm) *
I now keep, breed, and fly fancy pigeons. Not exactly pets I suppose .


Ossie.

How's about these beautiful burdz, Ossie?
Know what they are ... or shall I tell you?









Colours are not photoshopped.


Posted by: Ossie 19th Feb 2013, 03:11am

Very interesting Tomi, gonna have a try ( pure chancer me ) First one haven't a scooby . Can't even recall seeing anything like it and I've a decent library of bird books .

Middle one looks like one of several types of Fruit Doves . Again chancing my arm .

Last one Nicobar Pigeon ?

Ossie.

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 19th Feb 2013, 07:18am

Well done Ossie ... you got the third one, biggrin.gif
I only saw these by coincidence on facebook last night on a site where the originator was loosin' the tottie over folks claiming "photoshop", so don't think I'm any sort of know all as far as burdz are concerned ... although my cats like to keep an eye on them. tongue.gif
The top two are the same breed and the middle picture is a male ... which I suppose the top one is too ... but I'll leave you with that for a day to think over - 'cos I'm nasty like that. laugh.gif
Definitely amazin' lookin burdz tho'.

Posted by: Ossie 19th Feb 2013, 12:55pm

33% then ? Just about my usual average . Must do better . (sure I've heard that somewhere before ! )

Ossie.

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 19th Feb 2013, 01:13pm

You'll be surprised at what it's called Ossie ... a wee tip; just try describing the bird by it's colours. biggrin.gif

Posted by: Jupiter 19th Feb 2013, 01:17pm

THH love your burdz.When I saw the first looker I immediately though that it would not have been out of place in Sgt Peppers psychedelic Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds sitting up there on the branch of a tangerine tree under the marmalade sky.Cool man. rolleyes.gif

Posted by: Ossie 19th Feb 2013, 01:24pm

QUOTE (Dave Grieve @ 18th Feb 2013, 02:05pm) *
Went out to the car this morning and found a snake hole about 2 to 3 inches in diameter that had been opened up close to the back wheel, hopefully its a harmless Brown house snake, my grandkids have been picking up shed snake skin in the garden for the past week and about a month ago our cat brought its latest trophy home to show us, a Brown house snake it had killed in the garden laugh.gif
anyway I filled the hole in.



Hi Dave, I think it's true to say snakes don't figure much on the most loved creature list . But as someone else once said , include me out . I find all reptiles and amphibians fascinating. Almost like the last link with prehistoric times.

Don't know if you're inclined towards poetry Dave , but if so can I recommend a poem by D. H. Lawrence simply entitled Snake . A perfect summing up of those creatures.

Ossie.

Posted by: Ossie 19th Feb 2013, 01:40pm

QUOTE (TeeHeeHee @ 19th Feb 2013, 01:30pm) *
You'll be surprised at what it's called Ossie ... a wee tip; just try describing the bird by it's colours. biggrin.gif



Nae clues allowed , I'll take the well-trodden route of all the intrepid finder ooters who have gone before me . I'll read books , I'll research the subject , I'll ask questions of those who know about these things .........and if that disnae work...I'll cheat !


Ossie.

Posted by: Ossie 19th Feb 2013, 03:05pm

Pink-Necked Green Pigeon THH. Just remembered seeing one at Govan Cross at the weekend !
Isn't the net just the berries ?


Ossie.

Posted by: Dave Grieve 19th Feb 2013, 04:06pm

For all the bird enthusiasts, what are they? they all belong to the same species and in the wild fly about in flocks of several hundred at a time









Posted by: Ossie 20th Feb 2013, 04:52am

Top looks like a black faced weaver Dave . So Weavers ?


Ossie.

Posted by: Dave Grieve 20th Feb 2013, 06:21am

QUOTE (Ossie @ 20th Feb 2013, 06:09am) *
Top looks like a black faced weaver Dave . So Weavers ?


Ossie.


Spot on Ossie all of them Weavers, in fact sociable weavers as apposed to solitary weavers that are normaly found here in SA.
I lived in MALI for two years and there was nothing better than watching a flock of Weavers flying about like a school of fish all bunched together sometimes almost touching the ground and at other times up to tree height.
The strange thing is the various colour Weavers would flock together, yellow with yellow red with red, you never saw a flock with mixed colours flying together

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 20th Feb 2013, 07:42am

Hi Ossie, I'll bet I'm showing that I've been away too long ... did you really see a Pink-Necked Green Pigeon at Govan Cross? - I'll bet you're spillin' your coffee now. laugh.gif
So Dave ... segregation is a natural thing? Birds of a feather flock together. laugh.gif

Posted by: Ossie 20th Feb 2013, 12:56pm

QUOTE (TeeHeeHee @ 20th Feb 2013, 07:59am) *
Hi Ossie, I'll bet I'm showing that I've been away too long ... did you really see a Pink-Necked Green Pigeon at Govan Cross? - I'll bet you're spillin' your coffee now. laugh.gif
So Dave ... segregation is a natural thing? Birds of a feather flock together. laugh.gif



Just left Richard's bar at the time Tomi ?


Ossie.

Posted by: farrochie 7th Apr 2013, 08:20am

I keep a few goldfish. From an original 6 that I bought in a great garden centre near Hoek van Holland in The Netherlands, I'm down to just 2. However, just before I moved back to Scotland I got loads of eggs that gave me masses of wee fry. However, of all the thousands of fry I only got one survivor. This one survivor has is now about 3 years old.

It is about the time of the year now for egg production. So I have put in some new pondweed, and will do a couple of water changes. This seems to make them come into breeding condition.

Photos attached of the 2011 parents and (look closely) some fry on the bottom of the tank.






 

Posted by: bilbo.s 7th Apr 2013, 08:39am

Farroche, I take it you are not using the Northeast meaning of the word "fry". biggrin.gif

That's nae like the fries o' fush ah used tae get at Aiberdeen pubs.

Posted by: Sandra1 7th Apr 2013, 08:57am

QUOTE (farrochie @ 7th Apr 2013, 08:37am) *
I keep a few goldfish. From an original 6 that I bought in a great garden centre near Hoek van Holland in The Netherlands, I'm down to just 2. However, just before I moved back to Scotland I got loads of eggs that gave me masses of wee fry. However, of all the thousands of fry I only got one survivor. This one survivor has is now about 3 years old.

It is about the time of the year now for egg production. So I have put in some new pondweed, and will do a couple of water changes. This seems to make them come into breeding condition.

Photos attached of the 2011 parents and (look closely) some fry on the bottom of the tank.

Hi,
I've got 6 fish, a mix of sarasa comets & shubunkin............never had any fry appear......do you think this would be posible? They're outside.
Thanks

Posted by: farrochie 7th Apr 2013, 12:35pm

QUOTE (Sandra1 @ 7th Apr 2013, 09:14am) *
Hi,
I've got 6 fish, a mix of sarasa comets & shubunkin............never had any fry appear......do you think this would be posible? They're outside.
Thanks


Hi Sandra1, I think mine are sarasa comets.

I always wondered about breeding because I have heard of them breeding in ponds outside. Mine are in an inside tank at room temperature so are easy to observe.

1. You can tell the males from the females as the males get numerous small white spots around their gills. In breeding behaviour the males will chase the females around the tank. With 6 fish there is a high probability that you have males and females.
2. You need some good pond weed as the eggs will attach to the weed.
3. The adults will eat both the eggs and the young, so you need to find a way of separating them. I put the eggs in a big plastic tank (like a tupperware). Mostly, the experts recommend that you take the adults out to another tank, and if you have a filter this will also kill the fry.
4. Once the wee ones hatched, after about 3 days I started to put in wee amounts of ground up fish food. Hard boiled egg yolk is supposed to be good too. You can see the food inside the fry as they are quite transparent when they start feeding.
5. The difficult bit is keeping them alive, possibly I over-fed as you could see food lying on the bottom. I used to syphon it out.

The numbers of fry dropped day by day, with dead ones on the bottom to be syphoned out. Eventually, only a dozen wee yins, then only one. This is very frustrating.

I have a clean bucket outside now with some pondweed. If I get eggs I'm going to put some out there. Plenty advice online: http://goldfish2care4.com/breeding-goldfish.html
Ponds are supposed to be better but you will need to observe the eggs at an early points and isolate the adults.

Regards.
farrochie


Posted by: Sandra1 7th Apr 2013, 05:02pm

[quote name='farrochie' date='7th Apr 2013, 12:52pm' post='3613106']
Hi Sandra1, I think mine are sarasa comets.

I always wondered about breeding because I have heard of them breeding in ponds outside. Mine are in an inside tank at room temperature so are easy to observe.

1. You can tell the males from the females as the males get numerous small white spots around their gills. In breeding behaviour the males will chase the females around the tank. With 6 fish there is a high probability that you have males and females.
2. You need some good pond weed as the eggs will attach to the weed.
3. The adults will eat both the eggs and the young, so you need to find a way of separating them. I put the eggs in a big plastic tank (like a tupperware). Mostly, the experts recommend that you take the adults out to another tank, and if you have a filter this will also kill the fry.
4. Once the wee ones hatched, after about 3 days I started to put in wee amounts of ground up fish food. Hard boiled egg yolk is supposed to be good too. You can see the food inside the fry as they are quite transparent when they start feeding.
5. The difficult bit is keeping them alive, possibly I over-fed as you could see food lying on the bottom. I used to syphon it out.

The numbers of fry dropped day by day, with dead ones on the bottom to be syphoned out. Eventually, only a dozen wee yins, then only one. This is very frustrating.

I have a clean bucket outside now with some pondweed. If I get eggs I'm going to put some out there. Plenty advice online: http://goldfish2care4.com/breeding-goldfish.html
Ponds are supposed to be better but you will need to observe the eggs at an early points and isolate the adults.

Regards.
farrochie
Thanks for that farrochie.............I'll keep watching the pond and hopefully see something appear! Fingers crossed. Thanks again for the advice.
Sandra

Posted by: DavidT 20th Apr 2013, 09:01am

The wee black cat in the video is the heidcase that lives with me. The equally mental ginger one is my brother in law's cat. They're the best of pals really... smile.gif
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_TVaQBENdg&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 20th Apr 2013, 12:57pm

David, you'll be saddened to know that your video is banned in Germany. sad.gif
Well, not banned exactly but GEMA doesn't have rights to show anything with SME music in it rolleyes.gif

Posted by: DavidT 20th Apr 2013, 02:02pm

Och that's a shame. I'll maybe remove the sound and replace it with some YouTube royalty free music.
cool.gif

Posted by: DavidT 20th Apr 2013, 02:30pm

QUOTE (TeeHeeHee @ 20th Apr 2013, 01:14pm) *
David, you'll be saddened to know that your video is banned in Germany. sad.gif
Well, not banned exactly but GEMA doesn't have rights to show anything with SME music in it rolleyes.gif

Now edited. Thanks for the heads up smile.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 20th Apr 2013, 02:50pm

Great David, thanks a lot for taking the trouble. biggrin.gif

Posted by: Rab 20th Apr 2013, 07:05pm

When I was about six or so, I found an ant and kept it for a pet. I didn't know what it was and asked my pal. He said it was called a dog. So I called my dog Blackie. I made Blackie a wee collar and with a bit of thread for a leash I took it for a walk. Going down a street I met a boy called Hughie McEwan who asked me what I had on the end of the thread. I said, 'Its my Blackie'.
Then Hughie McEwan stood on my dog. Sniff.

Posted by: Purplefan 6th May 2013, 03:49pm

I had a pet hamster called "Nibbles" he was great and used to keep me company.
I wanted a wife, but i had to settle for a hamster.
So i decided to see if i could look after a hamster, then perhaps
i could look after a wife.
well, in the first years, i sooked him up the hoover, he got trod on.
He got in the exhaust pipe of next doors motorbike, and spent three nights in a fridge.
Needless to say, the poor hamster died. and i never, ever got a wife. sad.gif

I did learn a lot, For example.
If you want to keep a good healthy wife,
put a wheel up on the wall, so she can get plenty of exercise.
If you want your wife to come back at the end of the day; give her a treat in the morning.
make sure you put down plenty of straw for her, and the most important thing about a wife.
Always give her a tickle on the tummy.

Posted by: brian432 22nd Dec 2014, 06:31pm

Here's the latest addition to our little family. "Charlie"


Posted by: Elma 23rd Dec 2014, 01:12am

He's lovely Brian, he will certainly help you get over the loss of your other friend. Enjoy...... thumbup.gif

Posted by: petunia 23rd Dec 2014, 01:51am



My two Border Collies I also have two cats

Posted by: davidhendry 23rd Dec 2014, 05:34am

I have a two years old Doberman bitch. She's beautiful and very loving. At times she looks very sad and lonely. I'd like to buy a pup. Any thoughts on what the behaviour of my Dob. might be.

Thanks, Davie.

Posted by: petunia 23rd Dec 2014, 02:44pm

QUOTE (davidhendry @ 23rd Dec 2014, 05:51am) *
I have a two years old Doberman bitch. She's beautiful and very loving. At times she looks very sad and lonely. I'd like to buy a pup. Any thoughts on what the behaviour of my Dob. might be.

Thanks, Davie.



Has this just happened recently looking sad and lonely, is she left alone a lot, not knowing your Dob
I think the best thing to do is to watch her and if she seems to be acting different from usual take her
to the vet to be checked I would hold off getting a puppy until you find out about your girl.

Posted by: davidhendry 24th Dec 2014, 05:51am

QUOTE (petunia @ 23rd Dec 2014, 04:01pm) *
Has this just happened recently looking sad and lonely, is she left alone a lot, not knowing your Dob
I think the best thing to do is to watch her and if she seems to be acting different from usual take her
to the vet to be checked I would hold off getting a puppy until you find out about your girl.



Thanks, Petunia.

She's seldom left alone, and then only for a few hours.

I'll take your advice and have the doc. look at her.

Davie.

Posted by: wellfield 24th Dec 2014, 05:19pm

Hi David......I've had 5 boxers through the years!.....Merry Christmas to you and your family!

Posted by: gardenqueen 24th Dec 2014, 06:40pm

When I was about 12, I had two hamsters, Pinky and Perky. One was really my brother's. We used to try and train them to do tricks without much luck. One morning when I got up, there was only the one. My dad had disposed of the other which, by all accounts, had been attacked by the other one and killed. Not nice!

Later we had a pink eyed rabbit which my dad swapped for a boisterous border collie which was totally out of control. He didn't get to stay for long.

Years before that, my aunt, who stayed with us, had a cat called Cinders who had three lovely little kittens. I couldn't quite get where they had come from, being young, but they were inside the drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe upstairs. One day, the mum took them, one by one, down to the kitchen "pot press" because it was too cold upstairs.

They didn't get to stay long either, sadly. My mum wasn't exactly what you would call sentimental when it came to animals.

The local Blue Cross, or whatever, did well from our pets.

Posted by: petunia 24th Dec 2014, 06:49pm

QUOTE (gardenqueen @ 24th Dec 2014, 06:57pm) *
When I was about 12, I had two hamsters, Pinky and Perky. One was really my brother's. We used to try and train them to do tricks without much luck. One morning when I got up, there was only the one. My dad had disposed of the other which, by all accounts, had been attacked by the other one and killed. Not nice!

Later we had a pink eyed rabbit which my dad swapped for a boisterous border collie which was totally out of control. He didn't get to stay for long.

Years before that, my aunt, who stayed with us, had a cat called Cinders who had three lovely little kittens. I couldn't quite get where they had come from, being young, but they were inside the drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe upstairs. One day, the mum took them, one by one, down to the kitchen "pot press" because it was too cold upstairs.

They didn't get to stay long either, sadly. My mum wasn't exactly what you would call sentimental when it came to animals.

The local Blue Cross, or whatever, did well from our pets.



Dogs need training, my first border collie I got when I was 5 in Glasgow and she was a great animal
that's why I decided that when I retired I would get another border collie so now have two 7
and 8.
I guess your father wasn't sentimental about animals either.




Posted by: gardenqueen 24th Dec 2014, 06:54pm

I think my father was more sentimental over dogs than rabbits, to be honest.

I have no idea where that dog came from. He was actually quite a nice dog but had had little or no training at all. Nor had he been neutered, looking back, so I think he just wanted to go out on the tiles (or wherever dogs go) at night and got frustrated because he wasn't allowed to.

Posted by: davidhendry 25th Dec 2014, 04:05am

QUOTE (wellfield @ 24th Dec 2014, 06:36pm) *
Hi David......I've had 5 boxers through the years!.....Merry Christmas to you and your family!


Guess whit ma dug can sing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A very merry Christmas to you and yours, C.

Davie.

Posted by: Anna Mossity 30th Dec 2014, 11:53pm

I have "pet worshipers" next door to me. Up until last month they had 3 rat terriers who howl scream bitch and yip to such degree that the ruin my quality of life. One of them after 5 years into its use by date, when it became senile diseased and was kept around for sentimental reasons that in view of its condition (they even had it operated on for cancer) amounted to cruelty. They even had it cremated and the little spoiled rat now proudly sit on its own shelf in the front parlour. Pet lovers are not animal lovers they are narcissists substituting owner ship of an animal for lack of personality.

One down two to go!

Posted by: mairead 31st Dec 2014, 09:29am

What a horrible way to think Anna Mossity. If you had cancer would you expect just to suffer it? If you become senile should you be put down?. Many people's pets are their friends and their family and if your neighbour's dogs were causing such a nuisance to you maybe you deserved it with that attitude though I think you are exaggerating the problem and are just an animal hater. For many elderly folk and many lonely people, their pet is their only companion. You sound so bitter I suspect you could come into the lonely category.

Posted by: mairead 31st Dec 2014, 09:45am

Over the years since I was 5 years old and got my first puppy, I have had 15 dogs, two cats, numerous rabbits, birds and fish, and wild ferret that my son found battered. It became the best pal of my border collie. All my animals lived to old age bar one who took ill and died as a pup. One of my dogs live to be 16 and one of the cats to be 23. Some of my dogs were rescue dogs. I raised five sons through the years and they all grew up with animal friends. At present, I have a rescued Lab and I .am feeding a wild Pine marten and Red Squirells in the garden (I live in a forest) and hundreds of wee birds. Thy give hours of amusement to me.

Posted by: Dave Grieve 31st Dec 2014, 11:34am

I can sympathise to some extent with Anna Mossity's complaining about the yappers living next door to him, but really its the owners to blame not the dogs, its the easiest thing in the world to get dogs to stop barking if you as the owner can be bothered, like Mairead we have had countless pets over the years mainly dogs and I can honestly say not one gave any of our neighbours cause for complaint.
The last house we had was a regular Pets Cemetery with dogs buried all over the garden, all of them natural deaths mainly old age I have to add.
I feel sorry for people that haven't experienced the loyalty and affection a pet can give you and who knows perhaps in their own way they also love you in return?

Right now we have three dogs running about two miniature Dobermans and a Pug and they certainly add something to our family. thumbup.gif

Posted by: petunia 31st Dec 2014, 01:20pm

When I read anna mosity's piece my first reaction was there is someone who is a very unhappy person with her/his nasty remarks on people with animals but then I thought to myself not all people are animal lovers but her/his remarks on the people who are and who have animals was unnecessary. I have had animals all my life and I also have a pet cemetery in the woods beside me with my cats I had for over 20 years buried there and one that my husband took off the road after being killed as for barking I have two dogs that bark when someone comes near the house, I live in a rural area so like it as it alerts me to anyone around. Mairead your remarks on post 213 were right on the mark I think.

Posted by: taurus 1st Jan 2015, 09:26am

I miss my beautiful Staffie who died in 2002,I could cry right now remembering the love and comfort he brought to my life.

Posted by: Dylan 1st Jan 2015, 09:50am

My last dog was a wee Staffie bitch, Tess .

Had to have her put down due to age.

Kept her too long.

Wept buckets.

Posted by: mairead 1st Jan 2015, 04:02pm

Know the feeling Dylan. Been there so many times.

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 1st Sep 2017, 12:35pm

Been a while, I see, since anyone has been down this lane smile.gif

I nearly won a new pet on Monday of this week.

I have a German friend, Detlef U. who lives with his French family about 30 odd miles from where I am and who recently got himself his first dog.
Ever since I met him at the same time as I met Mary; they worked in the same firm back then 28.5 years ago when she captured ma wee Glesca heart, he has only ever had cats. at the last count it was 5 or maybe more: they move around a lot and two in particular only occupy the house when each other is not there but it seems to work.
His step-son has one of the most beautiful dogs, Kurt, that I have every made friends with. Kurt was found on a French website for an Animal Shelter and after many months of negotiation the young man and and his lovely lady were allowed to drive the 400 or so kilometers to the Animal Shelter and sign the adoption papers for Kurt; who may have been have been the catylist for my mate Detlef to go looking through Animal Shelter websites out of curiosity.
Delef came across the picture of a dog in a German shelter; or Tierheim, and fell in love, as they say, with a Scooby-Doo looking young dog: the dog's name, when he learned what it was, might have influenced Detlef's decision to go for it.
Gunter had found his first ever home and Detlef his first ever dog.
Gunter's tale, not his tail, is kind of international.
Gunter was a stray on the streets of a Spanish town until he was rescued by a group of animal lovers, including Germans, who had a shelter there. That's where he got his name. He was later shipped out to a shelter up near Düsseldorf in Germany and Detlef found him on their website and adopted him bringing him down to the Alsace where he now lives the life of Riley alongside a bunch of cats who put up with him, or not, as the mood takes them: cats being cats.

More recently, Detlef asked me if I would mind looking after Gunter for a while when he and his wife go off for 10 days holiday. He wasn't keen on booking Gunter into a Pension or doggie hotel in case Gunter thought the good life was over and he was back on remand so of course Mary and I agreed; although Charlie - our remaining cat - might not like that idea.
To get him used to being with us, Detlef called last week and asked if we'd have Gunter for Saturday; he'd call for him again on Sunday.
Okaydokey Detlef.
He rang again to say that since he had Monday off work anyway perhaps we could have Gunter both Saturday and Sunday.
Bring it on, Detlef.
So last Saturday morning, Detlef and his reet petité french wife brought Gunter too us in his car, along with his favourite ball, his blankets, collar, registration disc, harness and a dog lead thicker than anything I've ever led an 18 hand stallion with.
Detlef then explained to me that I shouldn't get concerned when he pants with his tongue hanging out as that's how dogs sweat: You don't say, Detlef He further explaines that I would have trouble getting him into a car as Gunter hates cars and that I can forget taking him near the river as he is frightened of rivers: there's a little stream near to us which I might try but Gunter really doesn't like going into water.
Oh ... and Gunter only understands French!
So after lots of kissing and cuddling and promises to be back in a couple of days, .. but not before writing down the French for ... Come-Here ... Sit ... Lie-Down ... Stay ... Leave-The Cat's Food-Dish-Alone ... Get-Away-Fae-the-Table-Ya-Bam ... etc Detlef reluctantly left Gunter in our (capable) hands.

An hour after detlef had gone and our annoying neighbour was aquainted with the notion that we have another dog, other than occassionaly Bonnie, running wild in our garden. I brought Gunter out to my car to take him to the river.
My car is a Merc. Estate, the rear seats of which are usually folded down so that Bonnie has room to stretch her legs when I drive her around each week after I pick her up for the day. Gunter wasn't sure what he should do when I raised the rear door to let him in so I picked him up as best I could and shoved him in then drove off at a leisurely pace not exceding 50Kph along the parrallel road to the Rhein as we headed out to the Kander: the river which flows past Bonnie's place - in the Black Forest region - 5 meters from her front door and joining the Rhein 5 minutes from where I am. I kept offering Gunter little pieces of doggie sweeties to encourage him to come up behind me and look out the windows and see what was going on around us.
When we got to the Kander river, about 1 kilometer away from the Rhein, I put him on the line attatching it to his harness until Icould work out how he'd react while out with me.
I took him to the river's edge. The river is only about 5 meters or more wide at any point and would hardly come past your knees in depth at most points but Gunter wasn't keen on wetting his feet. We followed the river to where it meets with the Rhein. Gunter found lots here of interest because there were at least six or seven different BBQ grill fires on the go with the mouth-watering smell of cooking food heavy in the air but since some of the families around the fires might have seen Gunter as a source of nourishment, I decided not to let Gunter inconvenience any of our recent visitors and took him down to the banks of the Rhein. Here the river runs it's old natural course while about a couple of hundred meters more to the west it follows the diversion known as Le Grand Canal d'Alsace The Alsace Canal ... but it's still the River Rhein.
Even so and no matter how many people were in swimming and splashing around, Gunter was not impressed ... he obviously preffered the BBQ's.
We walked back along the Kander towards where I'd parked up, meeting other people with their dogs which Gnter was happy with. shortly before we reached the car we came across a couple who were playing in the river with their two dogs, a terrier and a long haured golden Labrador so I went towards them to give Gunter a wee swatch. The woman was throwing a tennis ball up stream and her dogs were chasing after it. I could see Gunter was interested in what was going on but not enough to venture near the water ... so I gave him a wee bit of encouragement, as we do.
Within 10 minutes I had him off the line, me up past the shins in the water, and him chasing after the ball with the other two dogs like a good yin.

When I got him home he was well happy and played fetch-the-ball-but-hang-on-to-it with Mary in the garden. Later I wanted to take him for a last half hour walk before retiring and walked behind the house and through the garage to get out onto the street: Gunter wanted to get into my car which is parked under the carport extention to the garage.
Next day I took him up onto the Tüllingerberg, our local mountain which is the last of the Black Forest foothils before Germany's border with Switzerland on the SW corner; The Rhein's Knee.
From the moment he got out of the car, having enjoyed all-round Vista-vision on the twisting and turning road taking us up the mountain with Lörrach in the valley below on our right, I allowed him to walk free of any restraint so he could enjoy all thesmells of the forest from the south to north all along the mountain and back. The only time I put him on the line was on the approach to the car since there was at least another half dozen or more BBQs on the go and you never know if there isn't day old remains of food lying around and, after all, he isn't my dog.
Next day, Monday, Detlef came to collectGunter and take him home. As he went to put Gunter into the "boot" of his 4X4 I said, "Detlef, it's no wonder Gunter doesn't like being in your rcar, mate. He can't see a thing under that roll-blind there so all he has is darkness and the road-sounds and smells as you tear down the Franch motorway for half an hour." At first he protested but then he dismanteled the roller system and put a seat down at the back to lay it down and give Gunter a chance to sit on the back seat with me as we went shopping in my town before he went home.
That night he called us on the phone and wanted to speak to Mary.

He was very upset ... After they'd got home he saw that Gunter was very sad.
It hit him hard: so hard that in order to make Gunter happy again he was perpared to give him over to us rather than see his precious wee baby unhappy.

"Detlef, ya Ban, can you no' remember whit it wis like as a kid when you went tae the seaside for a week and then yer mammy dragged ye back tae the train, kickin' an' girnin' wi' the sand still in yer bumpers?" ... or words tae that effect biggrin.gif

Aye, two days later he knew what I meant.

Friday next we get Gunter for ten days ... but we might keep him then
- or we would if oor Charlie didnae hae sumthin' to say aboot that ... And... Hes gonnae learn English laugh.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 1st Sep 2017, 02:52pm

Here's Gunter laugh.gif




Here's Gunter laugh.gif



Posted by: angel 1st Sep 2017, 03:10pm

I've heard it said Tee , that if pets like you ,
then you can't be all bad . biggrin.gif
Nice photos smile.gif

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 7th Sep 2017, 06:51pm

Tomorrow 1300 hrs ... my guest for the next 10 days biggrin.gif



Posted by: wombat 7th Sep 2017, 07:01pm

rolleyes.gif 7am ,rest of mah life laugh.gif


 

Posted by: taurus 7th Sep 2017, 09:17pm

You`ve won yourself a dog ,face facts. he`s gorgeous,(I`m in love rolleyes.gif ),he`ll end up your dog ,no doubt about it. That`s how we got our much loved Staffie,my son asked us to have him for a weekend,10 years later,the rest is history. It`s human and animal nature,you BONDED and the dog loved it.

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 8th Sep 2017, 12:14am

biggrin.gif

Now try and explain that to Charlie, our remaining cat: who's in for a big surprise tomorrow laugh.gif

Posted by: taurus 8th Sep 2017, 03:47am

well at least Gunter`s not a Staffie,they are bred to eat cats and they do,eyewitness ....me.

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 8th Sep 2017, 10:34am

I had one of those cat-eaters, Taurus. She was called Laika. Her grande-Dam had been a wolf crossed with a German Shepherd to produce her mum who was crossed with a German Shepherd to produce Laika and her Brother Sancho.
Sancho looked every bit the wolf in colour and size but was a real pussy-cat of a dog. Laika, on the other hand, looked every bit the German Shepherd with lower hind-quarters; not good for the dog at all, but was every bit of her granny in her head. Mary used to crap herself when Laika ran towards her to greet her when we met in our "winching" days. She was OK with Benny, a Belgian Shepherd/German Shepherd cross and with something of a walt Disney's "Pluto" mentality.
Laika had a taste for cats it seemed ... until I introduced her to "Simba" a wee white ball-of-fluff of 6 weeks and said "Laika ... Baby" and she licked it.
German for licking is Lecken and German for tasting is Schmecken. I asked at the time when Laika licked the kitten, "Was that Lecken or Schmecken?"
She became a suragate mother to Simba from that moment on. I had great memories from those two among which when I'd go acoss stepping stones onto an island in the Rhein and just put the cats down to do what they wanted and later tell Laika to fetch the babies (Simba and his twin Sancho - a black ball of fluff) and off she'd go into the trees and bring them back one after the other.
Great days with great dogs ...

The wee guy in the middle is me 30 years ago tongue.gif




Laika on my left side in the picture and Benny of-the-long-tongue on my right.

My first ever son-in-law set up a camera on a tripod to take a delayed family group picture on a local mountain here then ran back to get into the picture before the shutter opened. Laika and Benny were lying at my feet ... Sorry Mark, I should have told you to walk back yes.gif

Posted by: Guest 10th Sep 2017, 01:07pm

So glad for your lovely story instead of coming on this site and reading people being nasty to each other.

Good luck with Gunter sounds like he has found his forever home with you and Mary, lucky dog.

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 10th Sep 2017, 04:54pm

Thanks guest, nice of you to say so wink.gif

I took Gunter onto the River Rhein yesterday to visit some of my old haunts where I took Bonnie. For miles along the natural Rhein from the start of the Grande Alsace Canal right up to Freiburg, it is a building site where the Water Authority has ripped out a lot of the woodland to dig up tp 6 meter deep basins and plant new woodlands in them. This is to accomodate 3.2 million cubic meters of flood water and prevent cities further north from the devastating and costly floods that normally follow the heavy winters and spring melts starting off in Switzerland at the source of the Rhein near where it borders with Austria.

This information is simply to explain the hose which is seen tethered in the second of the following pictures tongue.gif

I used to sit for a half hour at this quiet spot with Bonnie on a nice day just to rest up a while.
Gunter seemingly found something of interest among the grass near the water's edge so went in to investigate ...




... suddenly Gunter, who can be a bit nervous sometimes, came dashing back to me ...





... after leaning that ducks live on the river.



Jut managed to catch the duck in flight after I caught Gunter in flight. laugh.gif

Much as we'd like to we couldn't dream of taking Gunter away from my mate Detlef; apart from which I prefer my dogs to have a lot more intelligence than Gunter who's lovely but ...? laugh.gif
My mate let us have him rather than put him in one of those Pooch Hotels while him and his good lady swan off on holiday in Corsica ... and we are very happy to be able to oblige.


Posted by: kenb 10th Sep 2017, 07:31pm

thh gunter is looking good detlef could be convinced to part with him as you are doing such a good job
i recognise the tyre spot

Posted by: wombat 10th Sep 2017, 09:28pm

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Posted by: TeeHeeHee 10th Sep 2017, 09:42pm

Wom, is that Murphey?

Posted by: wombat 10th Sep 2017, 09:43pm

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Posted by: TeeHeeHee 10th Sep 2017, 09:44pm

Ken, Gunter is scared stiff of the dark: He acts as if we're being followed by ghosts laugh.gif

Posted by: wombat 10th Sep 2017, 09:46pm

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Posted by: kenb 11th Sep 2017, 07:42am

QUOTE (TeeHeeHee @ 10th Sep 2017, 10:44pm) *
Ken, Gunter is scared stiff of the dark: He acts as if we're being followed by ghosts laugh.gif
thh have you seen your avatar recently tongue.gif


QUOTE (wombat @ 10th Sep 2017, 10:46pm) *
:rolleyes:hi murphy wub.gif


Posted by: TeeHeeHee 18th Sep 2017, 11:18am

Well,it's goodbye Gunter for a wee while. wink.gif

Detlef arrived around noon to collect him and take him back home to the Alsace.

A wonderful and very grateful dog who guarded our property as if it was his own biggrin.gif

Mind you, our remaining cat, Charlie, will be glad to see the back of him tongue.gif








Now I'll go and clean the garden up for the last time, takin' a poo bag or two with me laugh.gif

Posted by: kenb 19th Sep 2017, 03:44am

MY

MY TWO WESTIES HEIDI AND JAK

Posted by: kenb 19th Sep 2017, 03:47am

QUOTE (TeeHeeHee @ 18th Sep 2017, 12:18pm) *
Well,it's goodbye Gunter for a wee while. wink.gif

Detlef arrived around noon to collect him and take him back home to the Alsace.

A wonderful and very grateful dog who guarded our property as if it was his own biggrin.gif

Mind you, our remaining cat, Charlie, will be glad to see the back of him tongue.gif








Now I'll go and clean the garden up for the last time, takin' a poo bag or two with me laugh.gif
THE BIGGER THE DOG THE BIGGER THE POO BAG GOOD LUCK TOMMI

Posted by: TeeHeeHee 19th Sep 2017, 05:09am

Don't I know it Ken.
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Posted by: TeeHeeHee 19th Sep 2017, 05:09am

I was surprised on Sunday when I did a search of the side garden. I figured if I had my own dog I'd install a sand box and teach him to use that. Bonnie's daddy, the other Detlef, said that the only trouble with that is that they'll be looking for sand to do it in when they're out anywhere and the only other sand I know around here is on the Rhein tongue.gif
Talking of Bonnie, Mary and I dropped her car of last night for that Detlef to get it's MOT done today. Bonnie was surprised to see me and went mad asusual but when we left to get ino my car and closed their garden gate behind us leaving Bonnie on the other side ... I've genuinly never seen a dog's face show pure disappointment before now but I saw it there.
You learn something every day.
Mind you, I've never before given Bonnie grounds to be disappointed ... She probably thought: Was that it? No chicken!
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