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This is Abner, the new BF's 12 year old smelly, slightly mutated (there's something weird as hell about his back feet) noisy and totally adorable cat.
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My friends' dog Mojo when he was a puppy. He's half mini dachsund and half yorkie poo.
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And this is Maestro, who terrifies me but will not only ride around on 12 year old Ruby's shoulder for hours but dance when she commands him.
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My friend's dog David Hasslehoff (aka Hoff). He was supposed to be a chihuahua-terrier mix, but we're pretty sure that was a lie. He's Olive's boyfriend.
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My friend Annie's blue heeler named Cedar. She is so adorable and sweet, and stays in Annie's store most of the day. She has a stuffed watermelon that is the only toy she hasn't shredded, it's her favorite.
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My mom's dog Tigger, who was snatched by a coyote from their back porch this winter. My dad found his body a few hours later. A toy fox terrier, he had been my sister's dog and could jump almost to your shoulders it was crazy. His licker also never turned off.
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This is my dad's grumpy chihuahua. We got him the summer after I graduated high school and I campaigned to call him Killer which would be hilarious because he's so wee and adorable. For whatever reason my parents agreed.
Olive spends every moment of our visits trying to get Killer to play, which looks like a lot of this with barking: ≡ Click to see image ≡
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Rohn is my oldest brother's cocker spaniel. He's about 6 months old now and completely full of himself, it's adorable.
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Sled dogs are hard workers, yes, but they are loved like members of the family.
This is Shadow, who belonged to my friend Dave, until his death two years ago. My friend Helene, who'd been taking care of Shadow during Dave's final illness, has given him a good home.
Smokey, George's cat. She was teeny, the size of a half-grown cat, and feisty with it. But she loved me, and would follow me everywhere, meowing her squeaky little "meow" for me to stroke her or pick her up. If anyone else tried to touch her, she'd bite them. She was 22 when she died, she just upped and went off into the woods one day on her doddery little legs and never came back.
I don't know if he's polydactyl (had to look that up! I will count his toes at the first opportunity) but he was apparently born without claws at least in his back feet and they're all misshapen. He gets around fine, though, and has survived 12 years as an indoor/outdoor cat. He's also extremely talkative, particularly at 4 a.m.
I don't know the people in the picture but the black dog is my dog's mother and the yellow dog is his littermate. They had a lab family reunion at a retriever field trial; it was the first time the three dogs had seen each other in a year. No one appeared to remember anyone.
My sister in law has been through some stressful life changes over the past year and taken a lot of emotional support in caring for her goats. She asked me to come over and do some glamour shots (her description) of the herd.
During the 10 minutes I talked to this breeder of pomeranians at the Golden Gate Kennel club show, she peeked at me through the dog's coat like so. It amused me up so much that I eventually had to take a cellfone pic.
The crazy thing about my SIL's goats is before her life got complicated, she just barely tolerated the goats. Most of them have been around for years as self-propelled lawnmowers keeping the brush down on her hilly property but now she's really into them. I can't complain too much, I'm sure I natter on about my cats at least as much as she talks about her herd.
I love Killer's cushion. We should all have a bed so grand.
Catfish, a cat who lives at a restaurant at the marina on Jekyll Island, Georgia. The day we were there, Catfish walked up with a live mouse and dropped it right near our table. The waitresses started chasing it around to run it off the dock, and Catfish complained loudly about them losing his mouse.
That second goat pic is a thing of beauty and a joy forever, jamaro! and boringpostcards, a live mouse at your feet in a restaurant?! eeeeee. Eeeeee! The servers are probably still talking about it.
My friend Tom with Lou the bunny. We didn't know Lou's mom very well, but we would call her and ask if Lou could come out to play and then take him to the park. ≡ Click to see image ≡
My dad's Neardie (aka Bearded Collie Mix, not sure what with, but I'm guessing standard Poodle for a variety of reasons). He's 1/3 Goofbutt, 1/3 Sweetheart and 1/3 Pain in the fecking arse.
Roo was rescued and is a pet of "sorts" - she is free to roam but visits the people who raised her almost every day. We were lucky because Roo brought her joey with her!
Tutu is a beautiful cat - but so very nasty and bitey. She once sliced open my left hand when I was cat-sitting her. She hisses and spits at Elliot Mason and it used to make him cry - but luckily now it makes him just laugh.
This guy walks around downtown Fort Worth with a dog on a leash, with a cat sitting on top of the dog, and a white rat sitting on top of the cat. It's awesome and always gets a smile out of me every time I see him walking around with his pets.
Some friends of mine have taken to calling him Captain Stackin'.
Neither the picture nor the description are mine; I found both here.
This is a such a lovely thread! Sorry I have not really been around. I was travelling and now I am back home. Adjusting. Anyway, here is a picture of me, and, not exactly of someone's 'pets' but of some animals under somebody else's care!
photo by splunge
photo by TheophileEscargot
photo by Kronos_to_Earth
photo by ethylene
