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Post by steelthunder814 on Jul 26, 2006 0:29:41 GMT -5
Shes not really, just thought id come up with a funny title for this thead, thought id devote it to our furry four legged ,two-legged, fin attached or any other pet stories u may have.
My wife has a black cat named Midnight, who is I believe older then some our posters and she loves to be 'The Flash" when she wants to get somewhere. Go figure.lol!
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Post by gwffantrav on Jul 26, 2006 0:37:19 GMT -5
My wife brought along 2 cats when we got married and we got a dog together.
My dog is my baby. She is most definitely the "heartbeat at my feet" My three year old was pestering out newborn today in her bed while she was sleeping, and our dog, a littler terrier mutt named Belle, jumped down and barked at him...like she was saying "Hey...she's sleeping! I don't wanna hear that crying!"
Now our cats...they're nuts. Our younger one, 9, Miranda is insane. She hates everyone and only comes out at night. You never hear her meow until we are in bed or no one is around. She chases shadows all night
Our older cat is Ollie, 14. I think she's getting a tad big of Alzheimer's.
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Post by steelthunder814 on Jul 26, 2006 0:39:19 GMT -5
Midnight loves to wake me up(keep in mind this is my wife's cat!) at 6 am for her breakfast, no matter what time ive gone to bed the night b4!!!!!!! Not my wife, but me!
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Post by Chris Ingersoll on Jul 26, 2006 7:04:28 GMT -5
The last dog I had suffered from a degenerative muscle problem when he was young (it was a genetic problem; many of his littermates had it as well, and I believe several died from it). It was really sad for a while -- he couldn't even open his mouth enough to catch a ball and would wind up "volleying" it back to you as he tried (which was cute in its own way). But he lived a long, happy life (at least ten years; I'm not sure how old he was when he finally died a copule years ago) after he received some prescribed muscle-building medicine from the vet that was able to correct the problem. That's right. My dog was on steroids.  |
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Post by Trent Lawless on Jul 26, 2006 7:10:15 GMT -5
Mine got steroids for a brief time after he tore his ACL (in a totally unathletic way -- he was plowed over by a van and miraculously this was his only injury). It still didn't help him hit 700 home runs, though.
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Post by blueraider1 on Jul 26, 2006 11:34:45 GMT -5
 glad to see you love your pets.
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Post by Chris Ingersoll on Jul 26, 2006 12:14:01 GMT -5
Heck, my current two are like children to us. Or at least that's what we tell our mothers when they start asking about grandkids.  |
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Post by steelthunder814 on Jul 26, 2006 13:39:10 GMT -5
My heart goes out to u guys who have had to suffer the pain of you family pet being hurt, steroids do have a place medicinally just not in athletic competiton, Now Chris did you dog use the cream or the clear or was it beef roids.?..lol
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Post by Omen on Jul 26, 2006 21:21:42 GMT -5
We have a pug named Sam...Sometimes I think he's part cat....Like he loves seafood and he'll wash his face with his paws...But he snores like an old locomotive...
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Post by fredkc6cfb on Jul 27, 2006 4:29:02 GMT -5
Not really a funny story, but it is about a cat. Christmas Eve of 1995 my mother stopped a couple of punk kids from torturing a kitten. They had tied a shoestring around it's tail and were giving it the helicopter spin. She didn't know what to do with the traumatized cat, so she brought it to my house and asked me if I wanted a "roommate". I said sure, afterall I had a small rodent control problem. The cat and I hit it off immediately. It was one of those owner-pet connections made once in a lifetime. And over the next ten years plus, she and I were bosom buddies. I can honestly say that I've never had a pet I cared about more. But, this past April I decided to move. My landlord was a total jerk who refused to repair anything, and the neighborhood was being overrun by crackheads, junkies, and gangsters. The one place I found while apartment hunting, which was affordable, in a nice area of town, and large enough for my family, charged tenants $400 security deposit for cats or dogs. I barely made the asking price to move in. No way I could take my cat. So I placed her in a no-kill shelter, the California Feline Foundation, where a good friend of mine works. And moved. Only to find out, that virtually everyone in my new gated community keeps pets and the leasing office never even bothers to check and see if you have a cat or a dog! There are little cats running around all over the place. I could have kept my cat outdoors (she hated being indoors) and if push came to shove, I always could of claimed she wasn't mine. So, I made a mad dash back to the Feline Foundation and.....they adopted my cat out to a new family. And no, I couldn't ask to whom exactly or where they lived so I could buy her back.  It really depresses me at times. My dad had an old Australian Shepard he felt that way about. They went hunting all the time. Broke his heart when that dog died. I miss my cat as much. But, I do have a tempermental gray cockatiel now. He's growing on me pretty fast. Though I have to keep telling my sister to stop teaching him profanity. |
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Post by Shon Maxx on Jul 27, 2006 7:42:45 GMT -5
I hate cats! Bad enough they're the only things on this planet that I'm alergic too (which is strange since I've had cats before with no problems...now they make me sneeze like I've got pneumonia!). They also are 2-faced back stabbers who will be cuddly one moment and little demons the next! The only good place for a cat is in a dog's stomach!
Okay, I'm done venting. I understand people here have cats that they love or had them and my heart goes out to them. A bond with just about any pet is a special one.
Just keep the felines away from me!
I love dogs, and like others on this board, my fiancee and I prefer them to having kids. Hey, toys are cheap and you don't have to send them to college. However, after putting down my poodle (a Manly poodle, mind you!) last year, my heart fell apart, and I told my fiancee, no pets for a long time. Maybe in the far future, but not any time soon. I don't want to go through that for a long time.
A funny story about my dog. At the time, I was studying Norwegian (just in my free time since it's part of my heritage). Shadow would never stay still when we told him to. Well, one day, he was following me around the apartment, and I decided to see what would happen if I said an order in Norwegian. I stopped, looked at him and said, "Opphold!" (Norwegian for "Stay!"). According to my fiancee, he sat and didn't move a muscle until I returned.
A few months back, we were watching my brother's cat (I was on drugs the whole time). Well this little $#!@ wouldn't even look at me when I said his name, and he followed me all over the place. I got so fed up, I pointed and said "Opphold!" The little guy froze in Mid-Step and didn't move until I walked back into the room.
I've heard of guard dogs being trained to respond to German commands, but 2 totally different species, cat and dog, both responded to a command in Norwegian.
Regardless of the reasoning, I was impressed.
Take care and best wishes to all pet owners out there (yes even to cat-owners...they're your problem, not mine),
Jay
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Post by Chris Ingersoll on Jul 27, 2006 7:57:38 GMT -5
Don't let mine hear you say that...  Or he'll melt your brain. |
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Post by offspring515 on Jul 27, 2006 12:33:17 GMT -5
I hate all pets. My wife has a cat. I do my best to ignore it. Dogs are even worse. Animals suck unless they are on my dinner plate.
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Post by Darth Turkish on Jul 27, 2006 13:11:45 GMT -5
My cats rock. They are fun and lovable and play nice with my 7 month old. When we moved into our house, we discovered our next door neighbor has a cat that mainly is outdoors. He loved to torment my two cats, as they fussed and hissed at the windows to each other. My cats are indoor types, Anyway, one day the neighbor cat was teasing my oldest cat, Athena. We were in the computer room and she was looking out the window, hissing at whacking at the window. I got up and moved to the front door, which is approximately 10 feet away (directly). I opened up the door and stood with it open, to see Athena come trotting out and go and leap on the the neighbor cat! I stood amazed as they went at it for a while! I quickly grabbed Athena and brought her back in, surprised and happy that she would defend her territory. I was also surprised because on those few occasions I do let her out on the front stoop, she takes an eternity sniffing each and every inch of the the platform before she moves to another. I was also amazed to see that she was able to take two differnt views of outside (the widnow in the computer room and the front door), create a full mental picture, and determine where her "enemy" was. The neighbor cat does not stop by as often anymore.  |
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Post by Big Bri on Jul 27, 2006 19:05:10 GMT -5
I hate cats! Bad enough they're the only things on this planet that I'm alergic too. The only good place for a cat is in a dog's stomach! LOL! I'm alergic too Jay, and probably hate them even more than you! |
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Post by Omen on Jul 28, 2006 23:34:12 GMT -5
We have had cats, dogs, mice, birds, fish....just about any animal as pets exsept monkeys and snakes(gives me willy's)...I love all animals in their natural settings...One of my favarite things to do is camera hunting...
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Post by Werner Mueck on Jul 28, 2006 23:50:00 GMT -5
We have two dogs, two cats, and a fish. Only the fish and the pug are allowed to come inside  Hey frank, can you'r pug reach it's own butt for a lick, mine can't and it breaks his little heart. We keep joking that we can cuddle up to his face without fear of butt breath but there is another dog outside and I wouldn't put it past him to try (would be funny to see though, he's about as tall as one of her legs). He did like to eat his own "lawn cigars" when he was little but now he likes popcorn so I think we're ok there. |
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Post by Omen on Jul 28, 2006 23:59:05 GMT -5
We have two dogs, two cats, and a fish. Only the fish and the pug are allowed to come inside Hey frank, can you'r pug reach it's own butt for a lick, mine can't and it breaks his little heart. We keep joking that we can cuddle up to his face without fear of butt breath but there is another dog outside and I wouldn't put it past him to try (would be funny to see though, he's about as tall as one of her legs). He did like to eat his own "lawn cigars" when he was little but now he likes popcorn so I think we're ok there. You can figure out his favorite place to be scratched ;D That's the problem with the breed... |
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Post by Werner Mueck on Jul 29, 2006 0:01:41 GMT -5
Ah yeah. Same here, he's almost perverted in his scratch requests.
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Post by Omen on Jul 29, 2006 0:04:03 GMT -5
Ah yeah. Same here, he's almost perverted in his scratch requests. I'm just glad he's neutered  |
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glad to see you love your pets.
IPPON!!
Hey frank, can you'r pug reach it's own butt for a lick, mine can't and it breaks his little heart. We keep joking that we can cuddle up to his face without fear of butt breath but there is another dog outside and I wouldn't put it past him to try (would be funny to see though, he's about as tall as one of her legs). He did like to eat his own "lawn cigars" when he was little but now he likes popcorn so I think we're ok there.
