We interrupt the planned broadcast for a true tale of weekend life.
You see, we found out on Friday that our little road was being opened up – trenches, lots and lots of workers and big machines and endless cars and trucks – coming to put in all new gas lines for the next few days.
Yay?
All day Friday guys came and went, measuring, planning.
Eating, laughing talking.
Matty on high alert patrol.
(goodness that makes me more than happy, and relieved)
Annoying to us lovers of silence and peace and no people wanted on our little street.
But, hey, a little activity every now and then is fun.
That was, until I was hand-washing crochet stuff with bleach and the water turned off.
I had to go get water out of the dog pool to rinse my hands.
🙂
Luckily, I had just washed the dog pool out that morning, and filled it fresh.
All our water stashes have been used in the recent warm weeks.
None on hand (note to self, save water for such happenings).
I ran outside only to see about 30 guys down the street, staring at the ground.
Yep, they were looking at the water line they had just hit.
Hello flooded street.
Out here at the country house, a few properties (and us) share a well.
The well water is tested monthly, good stuff, and one neighbor checks meters and does the billing.
Lucky for us, he had the proper pipes on hand and fixed it all up.
But then, the gas line guys refilled the hole, and didn't put soil under the pipe first before filling the trench in.
Genius.
So, today, the pipe burst again.
Luckily, I had a fresh water stash.
Point of this tale?
Mister Lovee and another neighbor went out to dig up the hole, so the other neighbor could fix the line again.
They worked so hard.
So.
I hired a helper.
You know, to deliver water.
And get this, he works for food.
Treats, that is 😉
Animals always amaze me.
How smart they are.
I LOVE tales of people's creatures and all the awesome things they do.
I could sit for hours and just listen to people talk about their furs.
I love how when I pass houses, I identify them by the furs.
Like, the wild 10 dog house.
Or the horse, pig and two shepherds house.
Or, Sandy across the street.
And, Turtle and Lacey down the way.
Both of my lady neighbors have moved, and with them went lots of furs.
Sniff.
I just love fur tales.
So, after all that.
Here's a tiny tale for you.
I asked Miles if he would take water bottles down to the guys digging.
Lovee was down there digging, so I said…
"Miley, can you take this water to daddy?"
(yes, we refer to Lovee as daddy, my uncle mocks us all the time, I know)
He delivers the paper every morning, still.
Down the driveway he goes, early every day.
What a guy.
So, he knows how to do the delivery thing, only he has never delivered bottled water down the road.
(he will tear the mail out of your hand if you don't hand it to him to be delivered, when you open the mailbox)
So, as for water delivery.
I opened our gate and off he went…
He looked back a couple of times, and then when he realized it was his human down there, he shot off.
Making those water deliveries, one bottle at a time.
YAY!
What a guy!
He went back and forth.
Delivering those water bottles.
And ran back so happy, he could hardly contain himself.
My furs have taught me so much.
I have learned that, the only barriers they have to doing things, are the ones I put on them.
Baby taught me ever so so much.
And I have implemented all my new-found knowledge on these boys.
Miles learned tricks and things very quickly.
You show him once and he gets it.
But I hadn't taught Matty many a few years ago.
Then, back then I found out, Matty knew all the tricks too.
Shaking and all that.
Of course he hugs on command.
Point is…
A huge lesson for furs, for life, for me.
Boundaries are barriers we create.
But we are free to break through any time.
If we let ourselves.
Boy I learn from them.
Now, I need to burst out of my own boundaries big time!!
😉
Pppppppleeeeease tell me some of your fur tales.
Please please?
I LOVE fur tales.
I wonder if I can teach them to call 911 in an emergency?
I love those tales of dogs that save their owner's life who like, fell hiking or something.
Big tales, little tales, silly tales, happy tales, sad tales, wonderful tales, simple tales.
I want to know, link if you'd like.
Who are/were the furs in your life?
Love, V
ps: I will tell you one more fur tale.
When I was a baby my parents bought this red brick house, that looked like a gingerbread house.
My mom had mushroom wallpaper and orange counter tops put in.
She loves that house still, and wishes she still owned it.
It had a huge library, filled with books.
(That is an eerie story, I will tell you another time)
So, we lived in this house.
And one day this gorgeous big white Persian cat turned up.
It followed my mom around, and my mom could not figure out who it belonged to.
So, she let it stay.
It would sit by me in my baby carrier and take care of me.
Honest.
And, one day, my mom was walking down the hall, and heard someone in the bathroom.
And, it was the cat, using the toilet.
Sitting on the actual toilet, tinkling.
Can you believe it?
So, my mom got really close to this cat, and she would ask it to watch me, and if I cried let her know, and the cat would.
One day the cat, my mom and me were in the front yard, and a little girl visiting the front door neighbor went crazy yelling, "That's my cat, that's my cat!!!"
She lived about 10 miles away or more, in a whole different neighborhood.
So, her dad came over and said, this is our cat, we want it back.
My parents tried to buy the cat, and they said no way Jose.
So, off went the cat.
A week later, the cat was back at our house.
This went on, back and forth, until finally, the people de-clawed the cat, and kept it inside.
My mom always missed that cat.
Aaaaaaaaw, he looks so happy!
I`ve many animal stories, but here`s one of my favourites:
When I was a baby my grandparents had this huge Norwegian forest cat that you didn`t mess with. He could be gone for weeks, only to return with scratches and bitemarks like nothing had happened (he was quite a fighter). The first two years of my life my parents and I lived in the same house as my grandparents, and the cat and I became best friends. There`s one story about us that people have told me many times. One day baby me was lying on a blanket on the floor, with the cat next to me, as he used to. I was pulling on his fur, and suddenly the cat decided he`d had enough (don`t blame him, babies can pull reaaaaally hard), so he went up, walked straight over to my aunt sitting in a chair in the livingroom, took a good bite on her hand, and then calmly walked back to me to protect me (no one outside the family were allowed to come near me). He really was a beautiful cat, with long orange/white fur and huge green eyes, and I loved him so much.
Oh that is sooo cute, Miles looks so happy with his job of waterboy.
I have two tortoiseshell cats, Seraphina and Rascal. I remember fetching them from the rescue centre (they’d been abandoned in a box) and how shy they were, they hid under the bed for hours with just their big scared eyes peeking out. It took a lot of time and patience but seeing them now 5 years on they are happy and content, it just fills my heart with so much love and joy. 🙂
That was a horrible end to that wonderful cat story! De-clawing is illegal in Sweden, and should be everywhere! Some cats do chose their owners (or servants ;)) – those are the stories I love.
I have a story from early this morning actually:
Our small black 6-7 year old boy cat is the most serene, homely and babyish kitty ever. He lets you lug him around, he always wants a cuddle, he has never been known to get in to any fights. Any time there’s been a foreign cat in our yard, our little boy has been silently hiding in the bushes.(As supposed to our big fierce girl cat, who kicks all the cat’s asses).
Then early this morning I woke from a horrible screaming noise, and I knew right away it was a cat fight. But when I look over to the chaise lounge, there is my girl cat, looking as startled as I was. So I run down the stairs and out the door, and there’s my little black boy cat. His tail as thick as ever, and with a large tuft of white cat hair in his mouth!
I think he must have been as surprised as I was. It is mating season, so a wild boy cat probably wondered in on our patio, trying to claim more territory. But my little black boy took it in a stride I’ve never seen before, and went out before lunch again, with his tail held high. I think he learned something about himself this morning 🙂
That is just to incredible that he took the water!!
He is way smart…wonder if he could do your taxes?
My current Bantam rooster, “Scooter”, wins all the pet stories here…
he is the most incredible little bird and loves to ride the 4-wheeler
and when I put him in my bathroom on occasion to let the big chickens
out (I don’t want a hawk to get him) he poops in my commode!
I love Moonfairy’s story!
That is so funny, and amazing that he knew to take his frustrations out on
someone else, but not his dear baby 😉
Rachel, that is the best isnt it? When you see them change, and you
know you made a difference? That is a miracle happening in their
lives. Sweeties, love their names!
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In a message dated 4/8/2013 2:38:30 A.M. US Mountain Standard Time,
Protecting his territory for sure. Isnt the sound of a cat fight
just so scary? I wish my parents had been allowed to keep the cat.
Maybe I would have lost my allergy to cats if I had been around him at the young
age?If I wasnt allergic Id have a bunch of cats to go with my dogs
🙂
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In a message dated 4/8/2013 3:41:24 A.M. US Mountain Standard Time,
Always love your fur tales! Miles is such a good boy. My fur tales are on my blog each day as I write about our wild and crazy hobby farm…
Would love if you would visit…
Bev
http://www.beehavenacres.blogspot.com
Scooter!!! Love him!! I want a rooster!! 🙂
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In a message dated 4/8/2013 5:23:18 A.M. US Mountain Standard Time,
I sure will Bev ;))
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In a message dated 4/8/2013 7:29:21 A.M. US Mountain Standard Time,
Years ago when our adult children were young we had a Rottweiler. Contrary to popular belief she was an easy going , loveable dog. I have MANY tales about her but i will tell you one of my favorite….
While stationed in Germany with the Army i was taking her for a walk with my neighbor and her German Shepherd puppy…The puppy was FULL of piss and vinegar….Now my dog Morgan had the patience of a saint with people and children of the human and fur varieties…….but this puppy kept jumping on her….nipping at her ears….and i guess she finally had enough…In one fluid motion she picked up that puppy by the neck and slammed him down on his back, still holding him by the neck growling and making the most ferious noises… I tried and tried to pull her off and every time i pulled her she dragged the puppy with her…by the neck….I got up close to see what i could possibly do and i saw blood….And i thought OMG this is my new neighbor, my new friend and my dog is killing her puppy! My mild mannered sweet Morgan is killing her puppy……Well after what seems like endless moments Morgan releases the puppy of her own accord and sits down with a big doggy grin on her face and looks at me like Its okay mom you didn’t stop that puppy from annoying me so i took care of it……The puppy jumps up comes over and licks Morgan on the face and runs over to his mom and we check him all over trying to see where the blood came from….There was no blood on his neck huh?? And then we see that the puppy had bit his own tongue!! It was a case of big dog teaching puppy his manners…..We had much more relaxed walks together after that. Whew! Had ya worried huh? LOL! Hugs! deb
He really was a very wise old cat 🙂
I`ve another story for you:
When I was about 6 years old my parents got a Flat coated Retriever. He was the tiniest of all the puppies, but grew up to be the largest one of them. A few years later my four year younger sister and I were outside playing togheter with our dog. We lived in the middle of the forest, so we had a huge playground. Suddenly our dog refused us to go past him. He stood there with his fur straight up on his neck, while showing his teeth to something we couldn`t see, and he made an awful sound. We tried to walk past him several times, but he moved himself so we couldn`t. Later that day our uncle found trace after a huge male lynx (eurasian) that had passed us only a few meters from were we stood. It was winter and up here it gets dark early, so we hadn`t seen him, but of course our dog had. That lynx ended up in a freezer soon after because of his aggresive and strange behaviour. He walked up to peoples frontdoor collecting childrens shoes, and wasn`t afraid of people at all.
Our dog is long gone, but I still dream about him comforting me when I go through difficult times.
Deb,
I had a neighbor across the way, who just moved, and she has the biggest
hugest chubbiest most beautiful faced rottweiler I had ever met. He LOVES
me, and always gets so excited when he sees me.
So, one day my neighbor said that I should bring my dogs over to
play. So I brought Matty and Miles and the rottie named Harley proceeded
to attack Matty. I thought he was going to kill him. We finally got
Harley off, and I took my boys home. Another day, I brought Miles over
without Matty. And Harley and him were sniffing around the yard, and then
Miles must have done something weird, because Harley beat him up too.
So then, a 2nd time months later, I tried to let Harley meet Miles again,
and this time Harley beat him up so bad, Miles was bleeding, and had puncture
wounds. I was crying, we were all trying to get Harley off of him, but
Harley feels like he weighs 200 pounds or more. And there was a dust cloud
of madness, with Miles under and Harley over him.
After we got Harley off of Miles, and Miles looked a wreck, Miles got loose
from me, ran over and licked Harleys face!!!
Can you believe it???
Anyhow, Harley is crazy about me, so we realized Harley was being jealous
of my dogs, and wanted me to himself 🙂
Or so we think 😉
But this Rottie wont even bark when humans come around, and is a passive
non working watch dog, haha!!
I love your tale!
OH MY!!! He saved your lives!!
When we had Baby (our dog who died), once a coyote got in our yard, and
Baby locked jaws with him and they wrestled and fought, and she kicked him out
of here. She was a bit tougher than my spoiled boys I think 😉
Oh also, Matty really freaks me out, when sometimes, he stands in front of
a wall, and barks and growls at the air…. oooooo, creepy!!!!
Bird lover here. This was a typical conversation between a grown man (husband) and a Blue and Gold Macaw, named Oliver, that shared our abode for thirty two years.
Husband to Oliver: Shut up!
Oliver to husband: Shut up!
Husband to Oliver: YOU shut up!!!
Oliver: Shut up…quiet…hush (rattling cage)
HaHaHaHa and so it went. There was sweet talk too, but what a riot hearing these two in action.
Oh Dixie, I LOVE that!!! What a great story!!!
I had a bird named Ginger for 1 day, but my babysitter gave her the duck
food for dinner, and she choked and died. So so so sad.
I had these two ducks too – when I was 5 years old. One was white and
one was black. They were sooooo mean, we had to donate them to a duck/bird
pond sanctuary place.
I went out to dinner with Mister Lovee to the house of some of his
friends. A couple, and they had a HUGE white bird – tropical
looking. And it had dinner with us, and was so beautiful. It flew
around the house freely and went in and out of its open door cage.
It was lovely.
It would come and land on the hostesses shoulder from time to time.
Matty probably saw a ghost….(yes, I believe in ghosts) Miles made me oooooh out loud at his proud swagger after his deliveries! and Baby, who knew she was so ferocious?! What a love she was…..
I absolutely ADORE all my fur babies, past & present. But I want to tell you the devotion of my black, white, tan chihuahua. My daughter picked him out & we were warned about how horrible chihuahuas are…..they are darling dogs.
Before my husband had his transplant, he was extremely ill and stayed in a recliner for 6 months. Mickie draped himself across him day and night, almost like he was his nurse. They are joined at the hip (my husband buys him hamburgers)
~~~I still laugh about this one~~~my friend kicked at Mickie because he was barking at her (I told her that was a bad idea) and when she turned around to hang up her coat, he bit her on the back of her leg! Small dogs are dangerous!
My 35 pound dog Sasha (part shepard) was quite the guard dog. When this guy came around selling oranges, kicking at her and trying to get in our front door, she lept up and grabbed his jacket ~ hanging off him….he RAN off.
I’m not so much a cat person but my daughter has a cat, Vincent……he has changed my mind about cats. I’m also a bird person but that could take up pages!
Jill, I take the boys out for burger every Friday!! hahaha!!
I LOVE that Mickie already.
I never could understand when people kick at dogs? It always freaks
me out. I guess I have never been in a position to kick a dog.
You know what? When you become immersed in the animal world, you
realize how really intuitive and understanding they are, and emotional and
sensitive.
And your heart breaks for all the animals mistreated in the
world…..
Our home and property is currently owned (at least it seems that way) by assorted chickens (Silkies, Japanese bantams & Buff Orpingtons), Sweetgrass turkeys and a large Great Pyrenees girl named Lily – she’s about 110 pounds & 29 inches at the shoulder. Lily as a livestock guardian is very instinctive – if it’s new or different, she doesn’t like it! When she was a pup, I had to pet fire hydrants, garbage cans and recycling bins to prove that it wasn’t a threat. But this is my favorite ‘Lily doesn’t like it’ story. It was after dark in the winter when my youngest & I took Lily for a walk along the road in front of our property. We’re part way along our property line when Lily stops, stares intently into the darkness, & begins to growl. She’s nearly snarling & completely tensed for action – I’m frantically scanning the yard – is it a deer, another dog, a cougar? Then I spot the culprit – the snowman that my kids & their friends had built that afternoon while Lily slept in the house. She hadn’t seen it during the day & now, in her mind, it was a threat. I managed to walk her up to within about 30 feet of it with her growling the entire time – then she wouldn’t go any further – get too close & it might attack her people. I had to drag her close enough so that I could pet it & show her that it was safe. Then, she sniffed it all over and ate snow from it’s belly. Silly Lily.
Hahahahaaa!!! I literally laughed out loud!! 😉
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In a message dated 4/8/2013 10:45:57 A.M. US Mountain Standard Time,
Seeing Miles in action made me smile ear to ear. And to see Matty at the gate watching the workers also made me smile to know he is up and interested and therefore he is feeling better. YEA!
LOVELOVELOVE the furs. big and small. They all have everything to teach us if we will listen. Love is all they want in return. Thank you Vanessa for sharing your loves with us and all your photos!
Vanessa:
Sweet Miles! I just love Matty and Miles.
I don’t actually have any amazing animal stories myself. I just came here to read everyone else’s stories.
I have owned many cats and dogs in my life time (and a guinea pig and fish and frogs and parakeets, and a pot-belly pig). But…BUT, none of them have ever really been amazingly smart! Isn’t that terrible to say? My new puppies are so sweet and funny and they make us laugh everyday, but so far, they haven’t carried any water bottles.
The one weird thing about our pets is that they mostly came to us unplanned and they have all had some sort of issues. The kinds of issues that other people might not commit to dealing with. My parakeets had tumors, our guinea pig had a tumor, our sweet Labrador had thyroid problems, our schnauzer had chronic pancreatitis, our cat was bonkers and mean and always confused. He would attack out of nowhere and stalk my ankles while I was feeding him. All of our pets lived long and happy lives, but they all had something weirdly wrong about them. My kids always say that the reason we end up with “less than perfect” pets is because God knows we’re the family that will be patient with them and take care of them the way they need.
Go figure…
xoxo
Kim
Gerushia’s New World
OH Yuck!! How horrid! I hope all is back to normal now!! And, what a lovely pup tale!!! That is adorable, indeedy! : )
Sending you many helllllooooooos from across the lands! (And wishes for an uneventful week full of tea times and treats)!! : )
You are so right on, love is all they want and need….. sigh… 🙂
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In a message dated 4/8/2013 10:53:09 A.M. US Mountain Standard Time,
Kim, that IS an amazing story!! You are the house that the needy furs
and feathered friends know will love and care for them… now that is
beautiful… sniffle….
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In a message dated 4/8/2013 11:10:57 A.M. US Mountain Standard Time,
The poor well manager is out there fixing the water line again in 40-50 mph
winds, poor guy….. I gave him 9 good strawberry plants last week, maybe I
should do something else nice for him. Its awful because they cant find
the guys that caused the issue in the first place to bill them. I guess he
is having a no good rotten day, poor fellah.
Also…. Miles is unusual to me. He watches television, and turns his
head side to side when something exciting happens, and looks over at me like,
did you see that??? And I wonder can he actually see the tv?
He seems to really understand English, and I know dogs trainers say it
isnt possible… but he does shock me with his smarts all the
time.
Ohhh….well, I guess I do have a little bit of smart puppy going on! My pups, especially Kelly, watch TV too! They do the same thing that Miles does. They watch it and they cock their heads from side to side. I can see their eyes actually watching the movement on the TV screen.
Man oh man…you gotta love the furs!
I loved how Miles loves you all so much. Charming story. Too bad about the kitty story ending the way it did but on the other hand he bonded with you and shared his love. My story; We were about to adopt a dog from my daughters 2nd grade teacher. They were about to move and couldn’t take Shadow (dog) with them. Side note: we had just put our dog to sleep and since my husband worked nights, didn’t want to be alone. Anyway, Shadow would come to our house during the week and then back to the owners on weekends. Just to get him use to us. One weekend the teacher called me up and said “what is wrong with Shadow?” He is depressed. I said the problem is that we are always playing and loving him and besides we are always home. The next weekend would be Shadows last weekend at his owners and would be ours permanently. Sometime later that day Shadow ran away from his owners house and headed to our house. He was so smart that actually new the way. That night Shadow cam to be with our family. I still cry when I remember that story. He was a wonderful fur baby.
Oh Shadow……….
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In a message dated 4/8/2013 11:55:30 A.M. US Mountain Standard Time,
Dogs can see the TV – most just don’t pay attention. Lily watches TV quite intently – especially if there are dogs on. I’ve had to turn the TV off because she gets so excited. One day when we were watching a show about St. Bernards (& she has a dog friend who is a Bernard), she got really excited – she got up & licked & nose-poked the screen. So, I shut the TV off so she wouldn’t jump up at it and then she ran to the patio door to look for the dogs. As far as I can tell, she thinks of the TV as some kind of magic window.
Dogs can see the TV – most just don’t pay attention. Lily watches TV quite intently – especially if there are dogs on. I’ve had to turn the TV off because she gets so excited. One day when we were watching a show about St. Bernards (& she has a dog friend who is a Bernard), she got really excited – she got up & licked & nose-poked the screen. So, I shut the TV off so she wouldn’t jump up at it and then she ran to the patio door to look for the dogs. As far as I can tell, she thinks of the TV as some kind of magic window.
Miles can see the TV. Lily watches TV and gets super excited if there are dogs on. Once, when we were watching a show on St. Bernards (Lily has a dog friend whose a Bernard), Lily got up & licked & nose-poked the TV. I shut it off so that she wouldn’t jump at it – then, she ran to the patio door to see where the dogs were. I think that she thinks it’s a magic window.
That is awesome!! I love knowing that now 🙂
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In a message dated 4/8/2013 12:13:18 P.M. US Mountain Standard Time,
Good thing you had the pool to rinse in!
Miles is such a furry Sweetheart, like a proud child smiling with contentment at his accomplishment….and wonderful Brave Matty keeping everyone safe 🙂
We adopted a kitten for Christmas for my daughter a year ago. She named her Sally. Sally follows us around the house, knows how to do tricks on command (when there’s treats involved ;P) and watches movies all snuggled up on my daughter’s lap. She gives her sandpaper kisses on the nose before bed, too.
She’s the most people oriented cat I’ve ever had 🙂
Furs really are the best!
Cameron she sounds wonderful!!!
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In a message dated 4/8/2013 1:56:35 P.M. US Mountain Standard Time,
Not too long after we adopted our huge (nearly 20 lbs!) orange marmalade kitty named Marley Bear (aka Bear Bear or simply The Bear), we discovered just how special he really was…I was upstairs working and Marley was, as per usual, headbutting me, begging for love and kisses (he gives kisses on command.) Suddenly, his ears perked up and after a pause for intense staring (ears rotating like satellite dishes,) he went racing off downstairs. Curious, I decided to follow and found him furiously pawing, meowing, and nuzzling my son who was in the middle of a severe asthma attack and who couldn’t call out for his inhaler. Marley had heard the change in breathing and run down the stairs to “help.” We call him our “Rescue Bear” and every time my son has an attack, Marley runs to his side. He also responds the same way to the sound of crying. Super sweet! Anyway, I totally relate to your love of your fur babies and look forward to all the Matty & Miles tales…
Now thatis AMAZING!!! Oh my goodness!! An angel in fur!!
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In a message dated 4/8/2013 2:45:28 P.M. US Mountain Standard Time,
Miles looks like a proud little boy running back after delivering the water! He is so pleased to have helped his mama! My hubby is “daddy” to our furkids, too. : ) I bet that is actually pretty common! Ha!
I’m so glad Matty felt up to doing security detail. That is actually great news. He must be feeling better.
Bless your mom’s heart getting close to that cat and then finding out he belonged to someone else. That must have broken her heart. It sounds like that cat really loved her, too, since it kept coming back!
I have two furboys. My border collie, Dexter, loves to play soccer by himself in the backyard. We give him empty plastic milk jugs and empty laundry detergent bottles, and he runs and noses them all over the yard in his own personal game of soccer. Also, we have a small heater/faux fireplace near our front door, so Dexter often gets on that when he hears us coming home. We are on the porch trying to unlock the door, and we can see the outside doorknob move. That silly guy is inside putting his paw on the doorknob, as if he is trying to let us in!
I love seeing your pups! What great boys they are. Miles looks so happy and pleased with himself:) So glad Matty is doing better.
I love all of these great fur baby stories in all of the comments too. I really think they make us better people, and I miss my Spot and Ranger everyday.
If that’s not the cutest darn thing I have seen in awhile LOL What a talented pup Miles is!(and his trainer of course!) We call mine Daddy too hehe Sorry about your water problem though..that always puts a dent in your day.
I know your Mother must have been broken-hearted to lose that beautiful kitty…hopefully she found another to love.
In 1994 we got a new harlequin Great Dane pup named Hank the Cowdog since he looked kinda like a baby cow lol. I signed him up for obedience class at Pet’s Mart (which has concrete floors.) Well, like a dummy I wore cowboy boots to this class one night. We were all standing with our dogs on leash carefully listening to our assignment when all of sudden Hank sees something pass by that he wants…so he takes off ..yep about 30 mph lol dragging me behind on my leather soled feet down the isle ….omg…I felt like I was on a sleigh ride and since there was no way for me to stop, I just waved to others as he drove me by LOLOL I tell ya.. people were lining up and laughing so hard..that was fun! It’s amazing how big those dogs get in a short time… oh and after a small reprimand..the teacher reminded me to wear tennis shoes next time. 🙂
hugs,
Deb
OH MY!!!! hahahahahaaaa!!!!!!!! I LOVE that tale!!
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In a message dated 4/9/2013 10:48:26 A.M. US Mountain Standard Time,
OH, I LOVE the story about the cat!!! It’s like a fairy tale. I love the part where your parents offer to BUY THE CAT====you spoiled Mexican princess, you! And the poor paupers say, “Oh, no! We won’t sell you our magic cat.” But, like the good monarchs they are, your parents don’t skin them alive.
Miles is so SWEET! He’s like one of those huge dogs that schlep around kegs of beer, but better.
Bronte Cinnamon Glittersheinz (crossing myself even though I’m not Catholic) was very smart but hated doing tricks. She was my dachshund who died at 16. Anyway—she would stand up on her hind legs, then I’d pretend to shoot her. She’d roll onto her back, and kick her legs. It made me so happy. But she’d only do it if I had, say–steak.
Hahahahaaaaaaaaa!!
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In a message dated 4/9/2013 3:36:51 P.M. US Mountain Standard Time,
Fur babies are just amazing. I loved reading your stories.
We use to have two cats that just tolerated each other, but when one got sick the other would lay right next to it, bathe her, and keep her warm. My cat now loves to check on me when I sleep too long (Ha – really thinks it is time to eat). He fetches his toys and brings them to me when he wants to play. When we were away recently for a couple days, he took his toys and put them on our bed to wait for us to return. Yes, he did have someone taking care of him, but he knew where his love lived.
Aaaaawe!!
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In a message dated 4/9/2013 6:04:17 P.M. US Mountain Standard Time,
You need to get a girl puppy.
I have tons of fur tales, but I will say I have an ongoing one right now. My dog that had his leg amputated a few months ago is now sneaking into the chicken coop and stealing eggs!
First of all Miles is just precious with his waterboy duties! I’ve had a very talented bunch of furs, past and present. My current baby fur is a little dancer. She loves to twirl and do a conga line with you. My hubby taught her how to say “I wuv you” and now whenever she wants a cookie, she will say “I wuv you, I wuv you, I wuv youuuuuuu. Hysterical! Furbabies are the greatest aren’t they?
Jenny, dont tempt me. I want babies!!!!!! Imagine????
But then I feel guilty for all the rescue pups out there who need a
home.
I have had girl puppy of the brain since I got Miles… ooops, here he is
bonking me to pet him ;)))))
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In a message dated 4/9/2013 10:38:28 P.M. US Mountain Standard Time,
We have had cats and we have had dogs, and I know every single day was a magical day being around them. They made us laugh so hard at times we would end up crying, with the tears rolling down our faces as we giggled out of sheer delight at cats jumping up in the airs and tearing around the house like galloping gargoyles! Then the German Shepherd who would ‘stalk’ us when we told her to ‘stalk, Trina!’ and she would get on the other side of the room and hunker down and slowly inch toward us and then when she finally reached us she would run at us and give us all a big slobbery kiss with her tongue. Yeah, cats and dogs just ‘get’ their people and it is probably them that owns us, instead of the other way around. I have cried over every animal I have ever owned whenever they had to be ‘put down’ or we had to give them away for whatever reason. They know when you are upset, they know when you are sad or not well, and they will do everything in their doggy or kitty heart to cheer you up. That is my experience with the feline and canine love that has filled my heart many a time. And that brought tears to my eyes just saying that. Now I need to go back and read all of the wonderful tales from blogland.
hugs to you,
Miss Teresa
Your bangles on your latest post are amazing…I will let someone else have my chance to win them from you! So I won’t post anything there.
Oh, and that was a bummer with the water main out on the road. I’m the same way when it comes to workmen being on our street. I like my privacy too, plus I have always been a shy one when it comes to other men…seriously! Oh! But!!! this is funny as I used to like about five guys at a time to in school, serious crushes in junior high and high school. I would purposely ‘bump’ into them during class changes hoping they would ‘notice’ me! Shucks! It never did work, and it’s funny, as the boys who liked me, I didn’t give the time of day to. Isn’t that the way life is?!! Ha!
Miss Teresa
That photo of Miles running back with his ears flying and a smile on his mug made me cry. I am an emotional mess right now, so the strangest things make me cry. My beloved Otis the cat who I have had for 12 years is at the end stages of renal failure. Each day, he’s a little less himself, and my heart breaks a little more. I know I will have to say goodbye to him soon. This is the longest fur friendship I have ever had. He found me not long after 9-11. He spent all night yowling on my back porch. When I went outside to tell him to “Git!” he just sidled up and wrapped his tail around my leg. It was love at first sight for both of us. I took him to the shelter to report him and to see if he was micro-chipped. He wasn’t. Since it was close to Halloween and he’s a black cat, they asked me if I would hold onto him. They said to call in weekly for a month, and no one ever claimed him. I named him Otis after Otis Redding.
Thank you so much for this opportunity to write about Otis. You know how it is, most pets are never really called byt their real names. His was lengthened to Kiddy Widdy Woodles. Haha! Hilarious to call out the back door for him with a name like that!
Oh M…. your Otis…… sobs…..
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very nice site loving article your site i like this blog.
They are really beautiful
Little chihuahua dogs are small and territorial. Little dachshunds are small and territorial. They both tend to be one-person dogs, and they both tend to bark. My Scoutie is half and half. She barks a lot at trucks, at the mailman, and always at other dogs. But she thinks the neighbor dogs’ howling at police sirens is silly. She thinks barking at firecrackers or being afraid of thunder is wussy stuff. she never gets scared of lightning or fireworks or sharp noises, but just continues with whatever she’s doing. But if it is night time and she can’t see it and attack it, a tiny flying bug will drive her out of the room. She cannot stand it when we sizzle something in the skillet. She loves bacon and fish and french toast. But when she hears it in the pan, she runs out the door. She huddles under my feet in another room. She waits until it’s all cooked and then comes in and asks for some.
Not many people give chihuahuas and dachshunds credit for being selfless. but when I had my car accident, and was unconscious for hours, and had to have my MRI and was cut and bruised all over my face, she followed me all around the house. She sat with me. She licked my wounds and my face and my hands.
She can’t always fetch because her legs are too short, but if she feels like she needs attention, she will get up from her bed, run to her toy chest, get out a softie, and start squeaking it.
I tell Cathie, don’t ever make me choose between you and Scout.
xox
Awwww…I loved that fur tale! Miles was such a good boy! How EXCITED he was about completing his task! 🙂 My baby Neo loves to give hugs. He stands on his hind legs and will grab you around the waist. He also loves to “give paw.” My eldest girl Willow is so smart. She HAS to find THE perfect toy to take to bed. And she also KNOWS the word bed. LOL She gets all excited and puts her snout right into the toy box to take her favorite one for the evening. She hops onto the bed with it. 🙂 She also “guards” the bedroom before I go in there. She knows words like “side” – as in outside – bathroom, dinner, breakfast. It never ceases to amaze me, too, how much our furries really know. 🙂