Brag about your pets!
 

Because I didn't see a thread like this, here's where you can post pics and brag about your pets!

Here's Tribble when we found her:
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All grown up:
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^^ This is how she greats me when i get home. She wants a belly rub with my foot. If she does this at any other time it is just a ploy to attack my foot with claws and teeth.

And yes, she has a bad eye. Her right eye is underdeveloped and can't hold the eyelids back so though she has some sort of limited vision out of it, it's not much.

Is she missing an eye or was she just swollen from an injury?

The belly rub makes me miss my old basset hound, Fred. Our morning ritual was to rub his belly with my foot as I would make my breakfast before work. He was such a sweet dog. Now I just have the two brats that won't die...

I ETA, she has a small eye that never fully developed, no idea why. We found her in the park a bit smaller than that picture, about six weeks old but looking more like four weeks.

And bassets are adorable if a bit loud.

She probably had a retinal detachment. In humans, that will make the eye not grow which will make that side of the face smaller too.

Fred could be a bit loud at times, but not bad. He didn't howl. He also liked me to grab his ears and turn them like peddles on a bicycle. His ears were soooo long.

I'd brag about my dog Lucky (I usually do) but he just damned near bit off my finger for a piece of cheese.

This is the love of my life-- Forrest, hanging out on the patio.

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I love this picture.. he looks so deep in thought.
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One of our cats (this is the really, really bad one-- Hunter)
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edited because I had problems with a picture! lol.

If you need a basset fix..... this is from a birthday party we had for my basset Forrest when he was 3. Actually a friend was the host. lol.

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Here's my Martini, I love him to death even though he's such a spoiled little brat!!

The toy he has is his current one. He usually tears them up and we have to get a new one. So this was one I got on a 'claw' game at Furrs lol. I usually play that game and if I get something, I give it to Martini.

This is my kitty cat! I had her since I was 12 so for 8 years, she's been family. :D Shes 10 years old.

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Possibly, fur makes it hard it hard to figure out if her face is symmetrical besides the eyelids, and she has wicked ear/nose drainage problems

He sounds like he was adorable.


Also loving all the other pics, these are great :D

The one scratching himself, the tri-color, looks a bit like Fred. Thanks!

This is "killer" Lucky, aka "finger eater."

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This is Lucky hiding - I think from the smoke detector:

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Showing the killer instinct:

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Sorry the pics are huge, but at the same time not really - Lucky's so cute I know you guys just want MOAR LUCKY!

Also, I have been known to put him on webcam (when my apartment's not a mess). Just saying.

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Benz the black german shepherd. He is my baby and has a wonderful rescue story.

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Apollo the piece of crap mastiff mix.

I want to read the rescue story!

What is his rescue story? :o

It's a long one, I'll have to type it up when I have time. We're abotu to head out to Kings Island for a couple hours (amusement park). ;)

This is my dog, Madison:
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She barks a lot. Really a lot. :o
We got an angry note this morning from another tenant saying we're going to be evicted if she doesn't shut up. I seriously don't know what to do!

Aww! :D I love rescue stories. Maybe next time. ^^ Have fun at Kings Island.
I wish I could do to an amusement park but it's a bit late for me to head out now lol (it's 7:50pm here).

Well the other tenant can't evict you so you have that going for you?

There is training that can be done to try and work on the barking, absolute last resort is vocal cord surgery. A co-worker had that done with a dog they had once because the other option was putting her down :-/

My husband threatens to do that to our dogs. I've always wanted to try the electronic devices they advertise in the Sky Mall magazine that sends a noise to the dog when it barks that makes it stop. Apparently it hurts their ears and will stop if they stop barking and start again if they bark. They learn to avoid the sound by not barking.

My new favorite thread!

I'll post some pics and a couples stories of my kittehs later.

This thread needz moar kittehs.

Well I think I've posted Lucky's rescue story before, but I'll post it again.

Lucky is an American Eskimo. They look like cute little fluff balls when they're puppies (and when they're adults, too), like this:
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(Photo not mine)

The problem with Eskies is that they take a lot of care to keep their fur looking nice and fluffy. They're a lot of work.

Lucky was bought by a family with a couple of kids. Unfortunately, the family wasn't too great, especially the dad of the family. He beat him, left him in his kennel for days (forcing him to lay in his own urine), and eventually took him out to the woods and dropped him off, leaving him to either die or be a stray. Unfortunately (or fortunately, either way you look at it), Lucky found his way home. The guy was so pissed he took Lucky to the vet's office and demanded that he be put down.

When the vet asked why since Lucky was so young, and the vet hadn't recommended euthanasia, he said it was because Lucky was a pain and that he couldn't control his bladder. The vet said then that if the guy went home and got Lucky's paperwork, he would take him off the guy's hands.

So that's what happened. Live-in's parents happened to go to the same vet with their other Eskie, so the vet called and asked if they wanted him. After cleaning him up (Lucky has horrible back hips because of the beatings, and a skin condition on his belly that causes him to get a rash and lose all the fur on his belly), they took him home.

Lucky likes women and kids (which is weird because Eskies don't generally do well with kids) but is very wary of adult males. It took 4-5 months for Lucky to be OK with live-in's dad, and he still doesn't really like him or stick to him like he does to me or live-in. He does not like my father. He's really close with live-in because they got him when live-in was about 15, so - still kindof a kid.

Lucky is 15 - he was 4 or 5 when they took him in. He's pretty spoiled now - even though he tries to bite my hand off when I'm giving him cheese.

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My doggy, Shiloh. He'll be 13 this year, and people are SHOCKED when I tell them that because he doesn't look or act it. Don't be fooled by that innocent look of his, however; he rules the house and knows it. :)

Unfortunately, my stupid apartment complex doesn't allow dogs, so he resides with my parents.

Meet Buster the Beagle. We think he's a beagle mix, but aren't sure with what, because we adopted him from the animal shelter.

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He has terrible skin allergies, and last fall, he developed a tumor on his back left foot. We had it removed, but the surgery wasn't successful because his foot never healed after the surgery. After more exams and xrays, we were told that there was cancer in his leg. The good news was that it had not yet spread to the bone, but the vet recommended amputating the leg to remove it from his body and to prevent it from spreading.

So we did.

Here's the pic from the day of his surgery (back in February):
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He must have really been in alot of pain before because after the surgery, he got much more active and playful. He's a royal pain in the ass, and I love him to death. When we move into a house, we're planning on getting another beagle or a basset hound.

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Samantha has a rescue story as well. She is an Alaskan Malamute. When she was 5 months old, her original owner gave her up to a shelter. He thought she had bad hips because she walked kind of sideways. An Alaskan Malamute rescue group got her from the shelter before she was euthanized. When they took her to the vet, they discovered that her hips were fine but she had juvenile cataracts and was completely blind in one eye. She walked sideways because she couldn't see out of one side.

The Alaskan Malamute Assistance League (AMAL) paid for her to have cataract surgery in both eyes. We adopted her when she was 18 months old, one month post surgery. We were warned that she may go through a puppy phase because she had been mostly blind all of her life. She was 92 pounds. A 92 pound puppy is a disaster. She was so destructive! I had to crate her while I was at work but she kept finding ways to escape from the crate. First she unlatched it. Then she got the top off. I kept finding new ways to secure it. Eventually, she busted the welding. She did not want to be in a crate. I had been driving 2 hours to a doggy opthamologist for her follow up appointments every month and everything was looking great until the appointment after she busted the welding on the crate. That time, they found one retina was completely detached and the other was partially detached. Therefore, she only sees some sharp contrast and movement out of one eye. We can't move the furniture and if the kids leave a TV tray out, she'll walk right into it. She's afraid to run now because the last time she was running, she ran right into a tree.

Because she's been blind for all but about 5 months of her life, she's very dependent and submissive, which is really atypical for a Mal. She's really sweet and cuddly :)

You can tell in the picture that her right eye (when facing her) is worse than her left. It's chronically inflamed now despite daily ointment and aspirin. She has developed glaucoma in that eye now too. She just turned 10 and is getting pretty arthritic in the hips, slowing her down even more. I'm hoping she holds out for another couple years.

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Benz and Apollo playing in the leaves last fall. Benz is jumping.

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Benz last summer with his hot weather hair cut. (he gets shaved in the summer)

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"Bad dog!!!! Off the couch!!!!'

Ok, so here's Benzi's long story (Benzi is my term of endearment for him).

Before having kids, our dog (black lab named Sadie) was our baby. One night, a buddy of my husbands asked him if he would come over to his farm and help him move some machinary around. So I tagged along because the guy had horses, and I hadn't had a horse fix in a while. So I was grooming a horse, and my hub and the friend were doing their thing. Well, they came into the barn and the friend, John, said. "I need to run down to the end of the lane (like a 1/2 mile long) because someone just pulled in, and stopped for a few minutes, then backed out and left." So he drove his gator to the end of the lane, and came back and said "there is a wolf tied up under one of my trees. I think I'm going to have to shoot it!" Naturally, I pitched a fit, and walked down to the end of the lane. Wolf my ass. Tied by a skinny chain to the base of a pine tree was a cowering, very scared, big black dog. I talked to him for a few minutes, slowly got close. He was very fearful. I untied the chain, and as soon as I did, his personality changed. He started wagging his tail, walking around, sniffing... normal dog stuff. So I walked him back up to the barn where I could see him in the light.

We came inside and John said "I know that dog!" John used to have a boarder at the barn, and he had seen this dog with her once. Her chased the horses though, so John told her not to bring him back. She had removed her horse from his barn the month before this though, and he hadn't seen nor heard from her since. So, he called her to find out what was going on. Apparently, this lady was labled an irresponsible pet owner in our county. At one point, she had pitbulls, and they killed a neighbors small dog. The pits were destroyed, and the cops/court told her she could no longer have large breed dogs (she had an old blind schnauzer in the house they allowed her to keep.) Well apparently, she got ahold of this beautiful black german shepherd, and eventually, her neighbors found out and called the authorities. They were on their way to her house to arrest her and take the dog to be destroyed. She couldn't let that happen, so she took the black GS to John's farm. She asked John to keep him for "just a few days, until the heat dies down." She claimed that she would come out and give him food and water. John said, "And what if he gets off the chain? What if it rains? If he chases my horses, I'm going to shoot him."

So at this point, I gave my husband that LOOK, and I said "I'm keeping this dog." John told the lady on the phone "I have friends here now, and they're taking the dog. Don't ever come back here, and don't try to find the dog." I was happy as a clam. I took him to the car, and walked him around some so he would go potty before getting in the car. Damn dog hiked his leg and peed right on my boot. He's been mine ever since.

Keeping him wasn't our first intention though. I tried to find GSD rescues, and no one could take him, no one had room. I was afraid he and Sadie wouldn't get along, but they did. So he became ours, and we named him Benz (Sadie's real name was Mercedes. My husband is a car guy). He needed very little training. He was well behaved from the start. He's been a protector more times than I can count. He is a true working dog in that he does not play with my kids. He's playful with me and with other dogs sometimes, but when the kids are around, he's strictly business and he just stands guard and observes. He's very intimidating in person, because of his size and color, people think he's a wolf. He's the dog who comes out front with me when I have Craigslist people come to our house. Our vet, who was a GSD breeder in his younger days, says it looks like he's purebred, and told us to breed him before we got him neutered. His good disposition, good conformation (good hips), and unusual color would create some great puppies. We've even had people stop at our house and ask if we would breed him to their GSD bitch, but when we said he doesnt have papers, they would change their mind. Had to get him fixed eventually due to the increased risk of prostate cancer. He also had heartworm when we first adopted him, so we had to deal with that whole treatment process as well.

That's his story. :) Apollo has kind of a cute story too, but it's really just crazy.

People often think Samantha is a wolf too :)

They do both have that "look." And I can understand how the mistake is made if you're not familiar with different breeds of dog. No biggie to me. :-)

Ok, so I have to tell this story, I'll try to be quick. We lost Sadie when I was pregnant with my son (my second). She ate a mole who had eaten mole poison in one of the neighbors yards. Very tragic, she was young and my husbands baby. The following spring, my hub and I decided we were ready for a second dog again. So we started looking around for german shepherds, but looking at shelters. I found a shepherd girl and a shepherd-husky mix girl at the pound in my hometown in northern Ohio (4 hours away from where I live now). Then the dog warden tells me that they are filled to capacity, they are currently euthanizing dogs that dont get adopted within 3 days, and the shepherd-husky mix is very pregnant, and the GS girl is possibly pregnant, because she's in heat and was in it when they caught her. So... knowing that we are NOT capable of adopting a pregnant dog, I started making phone calls because I had to rescue these girls. I found an office manager at a vets office that also does work for the SW Ohio Canine Search and Rescue team. She agreed to take both females on as rescue cases. We go up to my hometown, and holy crap the mix gave birth the day before! Five tiny beautiful puppies. THEN my husband sees Apollo. He was an adorable dog, a heart breaking story of being abandoned at a foreclosed house. So my husband wanted him. The drive back to Cinci is unforgetable. A mama dog and her newborns in a big kennel in the back of my Trailblazer. The in-heat shepherd tethered next to her (had to cover the kennel with a blanket to keep moma calm). Apollo went into the front seat with my hub who was driving, and I managed to wedge my butt between 2 carseats in the backseat. 8 dogs, a 4 months old baby, a 2 year old toddler, and 2 cranky adults. Happy endings though. Apollo still has a loving home, the shepherd girl was fixed right away, and was adopted by another S&R family and has since been trained as a rescue dog. The moma and all 5 of her pups all were adopted by families on the condition that if they ever had to give the dog(s) up, they would either come back to me, or the office manager.

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My dog BROOKLYN!!! He's a shitzu. He was 10 weeks in this pick and about 6 pounds. He's now 10 pounds and 5 months. He's chillin' on my brother's bed.

I want a little dog someday, and I want it to be a shihtzu!!! i think they are just adorable, yours is too cute!!!

There's a feral cat colony in my mother's neighborhood, and when she found one unconscious at her door, she started feeding them. That was 2-3 years ago. Here are the requested kitteh pictures:

This is Kaboodle (his twin, Kit, died). He's very territorial, so now the cats have to be fed from separate dishes!
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This is Lilac, a lilac point Siamese with a temper. We were able to get her neutered, and after resting in the house for a week, she decided to stay there - but wanted none of our business! Sadly, she decided to go outside last April and was killed that night by raccoons:
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This is Callie, one of Lilac's kittens. She's still around, and has a little "thing" going with my dog. It's a bad picture, because Callie is the most beautiful calico cat I've ever seen. She weighs about 4 pounds - tiny! - and I really wish I could figure how to get her to my neighborhood so my dog doesn't pine for her. :rolleyes: She's been neutered, too.
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This is Travis, Lilac's other kitten. He's neutered, and has been adopted by friends of my brother. I should mention, each of these cats are at least a quarter Siamese, and have a problem with their jaw. Travis' new owners had all of his teeth pulled, but the others seem to manage:
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This is Luke, my absolute favorite. Luke was originally Lucy, until he bathed in front of us! He was our first Trap -Neuter-Release kitten, and because he had pink eye, we had to isolate him in the garage. When he heard the door open, he would start purring! Even when I put drops in his eyes, and gave him medication, he'd purr, but put a little pink tip of his tongue out to show that he wasn't entirely happy. Luke is definite proof that the Stockholm Syndrome works! He was adopted by a woman who had 5 other cats, and within a week, Luke was sleeping in bed with his new mama! He's from the same litter as Kit and Kaboodle:
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Another picture of Luke, looking pensive:
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I'll put pictures of my puppy another time - he was Mr. December on a 2007 Bichon Frise calendar! 33girl can attest to his cuteness, as he was at my mother's viewing & funeral. As you can tell, we love animals, and belong to THE Bichon Frise Rescue group. Here is a segment about it - none of these dogs are mine!

Their mother would drop them off on our front porch at about 6 weeks, and not have another thing to do with them! With the hard winter, she and about 4 others didn't make it.

And we're all allergic to cats!

I'm thinking that we were able to Trap-Neuter-Release five of them, and successfully home three; Lilac was returned or it would be four. But there's at least another five more who we don't feed. Right now, only Kaboodle, Silky (no pix of him - he's the one who bit me) and Callie get fed regularly. I'm not so sure how I'm going to do this when I move! There's a group home across the street, and I'm thinking that I can put food there once a day. I would be horrified if I ever saw one of them dead on the side of the road - finding Loni at the door was bad enough!

The doggums
 

So here are my troublemakers:

The one in white is the Willow Dog. We adopted him from a breeder as a puppy and spoiled him to the point that he is absolutely worthless. He's the Alpha and knows it. The dog can chew through anything and has actually given himself multiple small bowel obstructions from swallowing rawhide, stuffing from our couch, bedspreads, and any stuffed toy we've given him.

The one in blue is the Rascal Dog. We rescued him at a year old from a divorcee who didn't have time to spend with him. He is a little skittish and acts like an abused dog, but has warmed up to us after 8 years. He's actually the "good" dog.

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These are jackets my husband bought for them in Tokyo that were way too small for them that we could barely get their arms through the holes!

I think they are going to be happy to get out of the mid atlantic region. They didn't care much for the snow.
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@IrishLake

beautiful story!! Very dramatic lol. "Keep him until the heat dies down." I've always wanted a GSD. as soon I can, I plan to.