Pets

[ceeboo]

We have 3 dogs: A four-year-old Golden Retriever named Charlie, a two-year-old Golden-doodle named Sammy, and a 4-month-old Cavapoo named Farnkey Waffles. (Got Frankey Waffles a few months after our bulldog, Sookie, passed away at age 12)

What u got?

[Bret Ripley]

Two golden-doodles: Albie and Rudy.

Three official cats: Idgie, Mimsy, and Captain Squeaky.

I also run a sort of soup kitchen for stray/abandoned cats; the regulars are: Sissy Bright-Eyes, Fluffy Dooh-Dah, Neon, Mama Cat, Racoon Kitty, The Nother Kitty, Tummy Kitty, and some others I'm forgetting. At one time I was feeding 17 cats and kittens; I've been able to find permanent homes for a couple of them, and I don't like to think what happened to the rest (coyotes and raccoons are always nearby).

[Jersey Girl]

I got this cat in a flower pot.

Behold! Stewart the Mighty Hunter!

[ceeboo]

Two golden-doodles: Albie and Rudy.

We should get my golden-doodle, Sammy, together with Albie and Rudy for some baseball practice.

Three official cats: Idgie, Mimsy, and Captain Squeaky.

I also run a sort of soup kitchen for stray/abandoned cats; the regulars are: Sissy Bright-Eyes, Fluffy Dooh-Dah, Neon, Mama Cat, Racoon Kitty, The Nother Kitty, Tummy Kitty, and some others I'm forgetting. At one time I was feeding 17 cats and kittens; I've been able to find permanent homes for a couple of them, and I don't like to think what happened to the rest (coyotes and raccoons are always nearby).

Awesome!

Good on you for doing that.

[Res Ipsa]

Two black cats: Clementine and Nova.

[Kishkumen]

Two dogs: an American Hairless Terrier and an English Bull Terrier. Wild times.

[Dr. Sunstoned]

We have two Bengal cats, Maximus and Theophilus (Max and Theo).

[Dr. Shades]

I have a male orange tabby cat: Scooter.

[Dwight]

We've got a 3kg merle brown Prazysk Krysarik (Prague ratter). He will be two on Christmas Day. He is short haired, but has a rooster's comb on the back of his neck.

[Morley]

We had a quiet, gentlemanly, thoughtful Golden Retriever who greeted everyone with a calm enthusiasm. People would make the trip past our yard just to pet him and smuggle him dog treats. He lived a long and joyful life. We miss him every day (may he rest in peace).

After much grief when he passed, we took the leap and got another Golden. Three years in, this guy is a gigantic clown who is wild and headstrong--barking at everyone, doing pratfalls when he's reprimanded, and sulking for hours if he doesn't get his way. He's a comedian and a joy--and a huge pain in the ass. He carries every emotion that he feels an eighth of an inch beneath the surface. He scrounges the shells from the peanuts that we daily feed to our ravens, then gets sick from eating them. He has stuffed toys that he cherishes lined up on his bed, and chooses his favorite for the day to carry around and play its squeaker like it's a musical instrument. He pulls on his walks and jumps on the bed to snuggle with his nose in our necks. He's afraid of the garbage truck and knows to the minute when it's time for dinner and when we should be going to bed. I'm not sure how we would live without him.