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Bluebird of bitterness., Our sweet little Scruffy, who left us in June for that great catnip field in the sky.
Scruffy.
Wild, wild West., The cartoon is what it’s like to home office around my place. The actual cat is Psycho Cat, hard at work defending the house from a flock of turkeys. To her credit, not a single turkey has gotten into the house during her tenure, although keeping the doors shut probably has more to do with it than she does, and she certainly hasn’t been much good at stopping them from pooping on the patio. Somebody found her on the road with a broken hip after being run over and took her to our vet, who patched her up and put her in a cage in his office waiting room hoping somebody would adopt her. Turned out she was also pregnant at the time. Mrs. whined about her for six months and after the kittens got adopted out, I finally got tired of hearing about it and told her to just go get the damn thing. Fifteen years later, she’s slowed down considerably and no longer bouncing off the walls like when she first got us, which explains how she got named Psycho Cat, but we’ve been her servants ever since.
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Eric J., My Bulldog Doc enjoying the snow.
Doc the Bulldog.
Sadekar., My Haylee looks very much like the recent submission named Luna. Right down to her pink collar. She is still one of a kind in my heart, but I am so happy to see that she has a long lost sister.
Haylee.
John M., Lou Dog, Couple shots, guarding the roadster and his famous utterly unimpressed with anything pose.
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From Andrew N., Hope you think the attached is worthy of posting on your Wednesday special. The cat’s name is Spooky. 3 year old female of dubious parentage.
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From Derrick M., Shitler the Cat- We found him at about 4 days old. Photos are as he grew into our lives. My daughter had Disney make a Shitler cartoon portrait. And Vlad the Impaler.
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From Jean B. She sent in more pet pics.
Ruger with his kitty Brandy.Ruger and Bonnie in Coal Creek, Utah.Blue with a catnip overdose.Bonnie, soaking wet and happy because we played with the ball.
Jean B has a wicked sense of humor, she also sent in her pet skull.
I found this pic from our old place in Utah. I put this up there.
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Ralph in Florida., This is Raven. Adopted at 4.5 years old from Pyrenees Rescue of Atlanta in January, after Florida Pyrenees gave us the back of the hand. Genetic testing shows 40% Pyrenees, 17% American Pit, 17% German Shepherd, with Akita, Chow, Japanese Akita for good measure. Her behavior is Pyrenees, ranging and guarding, with a very high prey instinct. Death to all lizards! A very good girl!
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Bear Claws other pets. Brothers in crime Rocky and Ace guarding the hummingbirds. BC gets to dog sit them on occasion.
Rocky, Ace.
Jean B., Late at night, in early July 2023, somebody dumped a mother dog and her four little month and a half old puppies out by our place. The next morning, our neighbor found the mother and two of the pups near the road. With the help of our dog, Ruger, we found the other two puppies in the 60 acre field next door. He found the bush they were under and pointed it for almost half a minute. He is a border collie, not a pointing dog. He then introduced himself to the puppies. Todd walked up at that point and introduced himself to the puppies. He handed me a puppy when I finally got there and we took them to the water at our UTV. All of a sudden, we were their best friends, ever. The puppies were healthy, but their mama was little more than skin and bones. Additionally, she showed evidence of having been beaten rather badly. Since our neighbors are very experienced in different sorts of critter rescue, they took on the care of all 5. A day or so later when we went to visit and see how all were doing, the mama dog came over to me and fell into my lap. I stroked her gently and spoke quiet words to her. She stayed there a long while. We could see the scabs on her face and neck. Patches of fur were missing from her neck and legs and more. Over the next couple weeks, she began to fill out a little as the neighbors weaned the puppies. She needed a home and we decided we would see if she could stay with us. She knew nothing of cats nor chickens, except as something to chase and probably eat. She was afraid to play with male dogs. She was frightened of the broom and the shovel. She did not know about not pooping in the house. Despite all that had happened to her, she is a bonnie little lass. Thus, her name is Bonnie. We guess she is part border collie, part lab. She is guessed to be about a year and half old.
So let the learning begin.
I put a dish of food in front of Kimber, the dairy colored lioness. Bonnie approached and Kimber told her in no uncertain terms that “You might get my food but it will be tough to eat when I rearrange your face.” Quietly but firmly Kimber taught her not to mess with cats.
I would take her on a leash when I did the chicken chores. At first, she was all predator. Gradually, she has become accustomed to the chickens and now looks to be following Ruger’s example of ignoring them. Both dogs get an egg for breakfast and Bonnie’s coat is no longer rough and dry.
At first, when we would throw a toy for her, she would look confused. Ruger helped her understand what toys are for. She would watch us play with Ruger. It was heartening to see her start to join in.
Ruger taught her to make the play snarly face. He spent much time gently teaching her that he is really a big puppy and all he wants to do is play. He will never hurt her.
She would jump the fence to go next door to see her pups. I would walk over with the leash and bring her back home. No yelling, no punishment. Just a treat for coming to me. We make semi regular walks to the neighbors just so she can see her pups and this has calmed her greatly.
On August 8th, Kimber went out to hunt in the early morning hours and never came home. She was 15years old with one lower fang left of her teeth. She had brought in every kind of critter from mice to rabbits. Her kill rate on gophers was outstanding. She and I had hunted together. She celebrated the deer I shot in 2019 by singing songs of meat to me. She walked the 160 yards to the other house with us or just because that is where she wanted to go. She would walk the perimeter of our 20 acres with us. It was her joy. It would not surprise me if she wanted to go this way, rather than get old and sick and weak. What ever got her has probably got a few scars now. We miss her very much. Bonnie has helped partially fill the gaping hole in my heart.
Bonnie is trying so hard to be good and learn all the rules. It is a complicated task. Ruger has made much of it easier and now he has a very fun playmate for his efforts.
Bonnie keeps learning, and so do we.
The pictures are Ruger, sitting and Bonnie in water dish. All of the pictures I take of them playing are blurry.
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Joey Bananas, This is Death Angel. She spends her day outside slaying vermin and eating them, like this mouse. She definitely earns her keep on the farm.
