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Your (young) Parker and Errol shot is almost an exact match for our Nike and Ping.
And I'm sure a year from now they'll look like the second pic.

If I can get Nike to sit still for a sec, I'll try to duplicate that shot.
They haven't been introduced properly yet since she still has her stitches in and they're in the process of acclimation. (each get's half the house separated by French doors) This weekend, same room. Can't wait.
 
:lol: oh, no...pee-bee, formally Princess Beyoncé
Ah. You had mentioned that before, now that I think of it. My bad. :lol:

With dogs any change of name works better if you keep the ending sound the same. My girl Feathers was called Pepper by her previous neglectful owner, for example. Did Miss Princess respond well to her name change? Actually, I guess most cats aren't all that willing to respond to their name in the first place so maybe not any room to notice any differences...
 
Ah. You had mentioned that before, now that I think of it. My bad. :lol:

With dogs any change of name works better if you keep the ending sound the same. My girl Feathers was called Pepper by her previous neglectful owner, for example. Did Miss Princess respond well to her name change? Actually, I guess most cats aren't all that willing to respond to their name in the first place so maybe not any room to notice any differences...
We got pb about 4-5 years ago, my oldest daughter (still) claims to this day that big dumb dog "jumped in her car" while parked at a local pharmacy. Initially, i was fairly convinced that pb was going to eat one of the cats, so she went from yard to garage, to supervised indoor activity. She proved me wrong. Actually, the cats sorta bully her (slap at her tail as she walks by) Shes a good dog. She was named by my youngest daughter, from a tv show called raising hope which was on at the time
 
Back in our more communal living arrangements we had a cat that every time we brought in a new dog, he would walk up to them and swipe their nose. We renamed him Killer and he ruled the roost.
 
@bernie14

FWIW I once had a dog that I acquired through his choice to "just jump in my car." I admittedly did open the door for him, and I was fully cognizant that the choice of "get in car with nice guy who gave me water and shared a sandwich with me a while ago" or "stay here in this blazing hot parking lot I've been wandering in all day" was going to produce a predictable outcome, but my experience forces me to consider "just jumped in my car" a plausible story.

To this day I remain surprised that I never found his previous owner. I was building a restaurant in the strip mall, and I put up posters inside and out of every store for the duration of the project, which was several weeks. Caeser (guess what kind of restaurant I was building) was an obviously trained security dog. I never got him to listen to a single command, but he would break up the boys any time they started scuffling and had to be banned from the kitchen because he would disarm anyone who turned away from the counter with a knife in their hand. Needless to say the kids never got to play with squirtguns during his tenure. I cannot fathom how he could have gotten lost enough that his owners never visited that shopping center, or that someone could lose a dog like that and not put a lot of effort into looking for him.
 
@bernie14

FWIW I once had a dog that I acquired through his choice to "just jump in my car." I admittedly did open the door for him, and I was fully cognizant that the choice of "get in car with nice guy who gave me water and shared a sandwich with me a while ago" or "stay here in this blazing hot parking lot I've been wandering in all day" was going to produce a predictable outcome, but my experience forces me to consider "just jumped in my car" a plausible story.

To this day I remain surprised that I never found his previous owner. I was building a restaurant in the strip mall, and I put up posters inside and out of every store for the duration of the project, which was several weeks. Caeser (guess what kind of restaurant I was building) was an obviously trained security dog. I never got him to listen to a single command, but he would break up the boys any time they started scuffling and had to be banned from the kitchen because he would disarm anyone who turned away from the counter with a knife in their hand. Needless to say the kids never got to play with squirtguns during his tenure. I cannot fathom how he could have gotten lost enough that his owners never visited that shopping center, or that someone could lose a dog like that and not put a lot of effort into looking for him.
We put up a lot of posters for pb as well (as well as inquiring at shelters and local internet sites). My best guess is that she belonged to someone my daughter knew and had no way of keeping her ... or perhaps she was just an abandoned dog with a really sweet and kind disposition...until she eats a cat i guess...
 
@bernie14 those cats are ******* incredible man, that's an absolute dream squad you got there.

I'm moving into a new apartment and am gonna get me a cat (sadly only non-allergic breeds are an option). later on I want to have hercules beetles, a turtle or two, and bees. possibly a lil ant colony. ya never know. if we're ever ready to have raccoons and jumping spiders as pets, I'll take those in, too.

there's lots of raccoon cafés in korea, I even visited one. not sure how much the animals like it though-
 
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He goes by the nicknames "Sock Thief" and "No-don't-eat-that"
 
You could try slipping one onto his snout like a muzzle. They hate that, and some dogs develop "oooooh, socks are dangerous, leave them alone" behavior. Of course other dogs develop "dangerous socks can't be carried around and must be immediately torn to bits" behavior. Your mileage may vary.
 
You could try slipping one onto his snout like a muzzle. They hate that, and some dogs develop "oooooh, socks are dangerous, leave them alone" behavior. Of course other dogs develop "dangerous socks can't be carried around and must be immediately torn to bits" behavior. Your mileage may vary.
The Sock Thief is fine, he just grabs socks and tries to get my attention and convince me to play tug of war with him.

He has not been so merciful to his squeaky toys, but that's their lot in life.
 
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