The Pets Thread
 

Do you have Pets?

Share with us =3

Dogs, Cats, birds, Porcupines, Chameleons and Pink Elephants!

Stories about them, photos, Quirks... that sort of stuff

I have 3 Dogs (i had 4, but one passed awya a few weeks ago of old age... 14 years old she did have!). They are all female and nuts... my "baby" is a Golden Retriver mix with German Shepard... she is huge and playfull! Me loves it =3 name's pearl

She does something that i always though it was... weird... if im gone from home for more than a day (or half a day sometimes) as soon as she sees me, she runs (Quarterback run...) towards me, shouvels her face between my legs and starts growling and moaning... i find it funny... everyone elses think its creepy... but that's because i created all of my dogs by myself so they are crazy about me =P, also, she slept in my bad when she was a puppie for over a year... had to stop doing that the day i woke up on the floor because of it...

anyone else?

We've got a Miniature Goldendoodle, (that's a golden retriever bred with a poodle, and then the resulting offspring bred with a mini poodle.) She's a great dog, and I love how friendly she is, but unfortunatly I'm away at school for most of the year, so I'm not as close to her as I'd like to be. When I grow up and get a place of my own, I plan on getting some sort of lap dog, because I love that affection from a dog.

I have a few cats, who are being lured away by a neighbor who puts food out for them further and further away from our house...

"I can't help it if they're attracted to me more...."

I also have a dog who's 14 years old, survived a leg getting removed from cancer and a car accident, where she ran full on into traffic.

I have two cats, though they can rarely be in the same room as each other because one's some sort of violent sadist.

Seriously, when he's not attacking the other cat or people he's prolonging the suffering of mice he's caught or kicking himself in the head whilst biting his own legs.

I have a miniature Poodle. He so CYUUUUTE.

And if you look at him JUST right, his gray fur turns blue.

I miss my hounds, one died this summer at the age of 15 or 16 and the other is still up at my parent's house. I will honestly say I am not a cat lover, in fact I really can only stand a couple of them, usually the ones that are standoffish and outright evil. All cats are magnetized to me though, it makes me upset whenever I go anywhere with cats because I invariably get covered in fur.

Pictures are okay, right?
 

I looove cats. You would be hard pressed to find a cat that I don't like.

My cats are
Oreo:
http://img365.imageshack.us/img365/7...hideit1.th.jpg
(has a great personality, big goofball)

Emmy:
http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/7...6ox5mf3.th.jpg
(Wasn't with the... best family in the past (at least some of the members in the family), so is pretty afraid of people. But she snuggles with me)

More Oreo:
http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/6...jessxd4.th.jpg


I'm not a big dog person. I like small dogs, and big dogs are fine, as long as they don't jump on me. ^^;

O.o
Uh... 42, i think most of us would prefer not to hear about your beastiality

secondly my Huskador(or Labskie, which is a mix of lab and huskie), is the the greatest dog ever. It High Fives on command!

MY DOG

We have a little black Cocker Spaniel/Poodle cross. Name is Daisy and she is about 9 years old.

A lovable runt who hates my mom from reasons unexplained and is damn smart.

When I was about eight years old, I had a hamster called Pikachu (the game had just come out, shut up!) that I adored since he was my first pet. Though I never cleaned up his crap, I loved to give him food and watch him play around, unknowing that he was actually suffering and panicking from the incarceration I was commiting.

He often tried to escape from his cage. My family used to live in a flat at the third floor, so the first time he managed to abscond from home he fell onto my aunt's head on the first floor. She didn't even notice that she was carrying a rodent over her craneum until she arrived to our door and someone pointed out that Pikachu (shut up!) was rummaging in her hair.

Other stories involved him almost getting crushed by my body when I went to sleep, nearly eating him alongside my breakfast cereal, and finding him inside my backpack before the poor bastard got me into trouble for bringing animals into the school. Despite his desperate attempts to become a free hamster, I always put him back inside his cage. Looking back at it, I should have let him search for his own destiny, since I was just perpetuating a cruel act of slavery, if one can call it that, over his species.

Why am I saying this? Well, I went on vacation to visit my grandparents at the beach one summer, but since my grandmother has rat phobia, I had to leave him at home. Two months later I returned, yet he was not waiting for me as I expected him too. My mother told me that Pikachu (shut the fuck up!) had escaped once again, but this time they didn't find him.

At the moment I didn't know what to think. The poor hamster was at least free, and I imagined he was now living among others from his kin. Years later, however, I realised the truth from my dad's mouth: the hamster did indeed escape, but he had been found with a rat's bite on his head. He was buried under the grass of my patio, never to be seen again, yet he would live in the memory of all those worms and plants that got their nutrients from his dead, rotten body.



Phew! I'm glad I got that out of my system. Please carry on with your pet discussioning.