a wet nose
a paw on my chest
a sloppy lick
love expressed more eloquently than I ever could
Update: Chevvy’s lump is a lipoma. It is not going to be a problem hopefully. It’s a start at least.
Speaking of dogs…this video made me weep for Sonya. First from sadness, then from joy. I hope you’ll watch and maybe share and I hope Sonya will find the forever home she deserves.
in darkness the burglar roams
a definite target in mind
silently padding over the linoleum
searching the shelves
I imagine a pleased smirk
that my carelessness
and an open door
resulted in a treasure found
when I encounter the evidence
left perhaps intentionally
that I would know I’d been bested
Mum and Dad are away for the weekend. In a house where a little fox terrier is growling at her from under the bed, Shiraz is begging me with her beautiful green eyes to explain what she is doing here and why. She misses her German Shepherd buddy and the two cats who play with her. Only Charlie makes her feel at all welcome, I feel useless to ease her confusion. We will go for a walk soon. I hope that makes her feel better.
Yesterday was change the bedding day. Jackie’s favourite day of the week.
My Jackie is just about the softest cat I have ever been lucky enough to have deign to let me cuddle them. So when I hear the word SOFT…Jackie is what I see.
These may not be the clearest images of her, because not only is Jackie soft, but she is incredibly fast when I am making the bed. I have the claw marks to prove it as she zooms around trying to catch me out.
Ailsa has plenty more SOFT posts for this week’s Travel Theme so go on…pop over and have a look. Heck join in with the rest of us. It’s loads of fun !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever since my girl Jackie got sick she has been different. Oh she’s still grumpy as all Hell, but these days she’s become a snuggler with her Mum. The grumpiness is reserved for anyone who comes too close to what Jackie now considers hers and hers alone.
“How many times must I say it? These legs is MINE !!!!!!”
As I age I find that I am becoming more of a morning person.
It has a lot to do with these guys.
[click on the images to enlarge]
Jack and Charlie start my morning early by demanding to be let out….often before the sun is up.
Which means I get to see sights such as these as I start my day.
Chevvy is never far behind the kitty cats because after being let out comes one of her favourite times of the day…breakfast.
Then it is time to uncover Crash and mix his warm mash for the morning.
Now as it is Sunday [and remember the sun has only just woken herself] I crawled under the covers with a large coffee and answered comments on my blog, checked e-mails and played around with an image that is the ‘Technique Challenge’ over at Photoblog Challenges. The technique is called Pop9. Apparently you can get lenses to do it for you if you have more money than sense. Me however, I did it myself.
What do you think ? This is Sparky…you’ve met her before. She is my artist friend’s kitty and I thought she’d be perfect for this one.
Thanks Jake for this week’s Morning Challenge.
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I am a pet owner.
And I love my animals looking good.
This means I brush them, bath them if they roll in gross things. I feed them good healthy food. I walk the dog to keep her exercised (both physically and mentally). I play with them. I have a second mortgage to pay their vet bills (you think I am kidding?).
I have put funny hats on Chevvy, much to her dislike.
She even has a cute T-shirt to wear when it gets colder.
Not that I would ever try that with the cats…they both have quick reflexes and sharp bits.
So…I do what I can to keep them at their optimum.
But…there are some places I will NEVER go. And for good reason.
When I first these…I laughed. Thought it was funny.
It is the latest craze in China.
To turn your pet in to a wild animal through clipping and dying.
Places like the Ruowen Pet Spa will turn your pet in to any animals you want…for a price.
“If you can dream it, we can make it come true,” Sun Ruowen owns the spa and has been working in the pet industry for 10 years.
Sun charges upward from $7 to dye one ear to $300 for more permanent dyeing and trimming of larger dogs. Most dye jobs last six months before the hair grows out.
Not that China is alone in this insanity.
Dyeing pets is popular in other countries as well.
This sort of lunacy makes me a little angry.
Because it is the same mentality that docks puppies tails and reshapes their bodies through breeding to make them in to something they are not.
In this photo taken on June 14, 2010, “Spiderwoman,” a 4-year-old female Bichon dyed to look like the Spiderman, looks up from a plastic cage near other dogs dyed to look like a tiger and a zebra at the Ruowen Pet Spa in Beijing where half a dozen dyed dogs on display.
Some people claim it is good for your dog. Improves their mental well being.
That their self confidence rises with all the attention…
Especially when it comes from members of the opposite sex.
I can understand that I guess. What burly he dog wouldn’t want to mate with a female that looks like a camel ???
Or a tiger ??? It has to be good doesn’t it ? I mean what kitty doesn’t dream of growing up to look like a panda ???
Seems to me though…that this guy might end up on the couch discussing his identity crisis.
It begs asking the question. What damage are all the chemicals doing to these animals when used over and over again ?
One last thing. This looks cute – right ??
The eggs are injected with chemicals such as hydrogen peroxide and ammonia, while others use “harmless” food coloring. Many chicks die before hatching so that a few can make it out in to the world as a novelty item.
And they call us the intelligent species ??
This week’s photo challenge is: Close.
I am a little late with this one but life sometimes has a way of getting you sidetracked.
Pet – what a theme.
My first pet was a budgie. I lived with my Auntie Rita and she thought that something small would be the way to go. As with all animals the budgie died. That is probably the saddest part about sharing your life and your home with animals…their short lifespan in comparison to ours.
Yet for all the tears and physical pain I have felt at their passing, the joy of their willingness to love me and be part of my life has always surpassed those dreadful days.
I was quite young when my budgie died. I came home from school one day to find him lying cold and stiff on the bottom of his cage. At nine I figured that if only I could warm him up everything would be all right. So in to the oven he went. I was back living with my mother by then and she came home to a kitchen smelling of burnt feathers and a tear sodden child who was convinced she had murdered her bird by fire.
Cremation. The family oven is NOT the best place for that. It was a wonder I did not burn down the house as the budgie caught fire.
Life at Mum’s place was filled with animals. Birds, dogs, ferrets.
My favourite brother Ian has a special way with animals. It has fascinated me since I was a child to watch the way they respond to him. He would spend hours in his room under the bed covers with a bird until it never left his shoulder.
He had a ferret (my brothers ALL had ferrets), but Ian’s spent hours tucked against his belly under his shirt. We had a para poll in one of our houses, and one of the ways Ian would exercise the ferret was to let him have a swim.
He asked me one day to give the ferret his swim in the pool. Silly silly boy. I put the ferret in the pool and as young children are wont to do I got distracted. When I remembered the ferret the poor animal was clinging exhausted with his claw hooked in to the plastic trying desperately NOT to drown.
I really hope Ian is NOT reading this post…I never told him about my almost killing his pet.
We had births, and deaths, and I learned many things from these companions.
I learned it is also possible to dislike an animal.
For some unremembered reason we had a Shetland pony at one stage. It was the most evil tempered beast ever born and terrified me.
I learned that they are faithful.
Skipper taught me that. Skipper was a blue cattle dog that was another brother’s pet. When my brother was away from home for a time Skipper did something that I still find remarkable. Another brother…who was also a rather evil tempered beast drove Skipper hundreds of kilometres from our home in Sydney and dumped him.
Skipper found his way home. Bloody and tired he lay down on our front porch, still willing to lick the hand of the monster who had put him through all of that.
I learned that death is painful for those left behind. But that there is always a part of your heart that can love even when it feels broken and shattered. You just have to let it.
I share my heart and my home with four animals these days.
But those that have passed through my life are still there. Their photos remind me of their faces…my memories remind me of their souls…and my heart reminds me of their love.
Some have stayed with me for years…others just weeks.
ALL have left a mark that I will carry with me for ALL of my days.
And I am grateful for that gift.
These are a few of those amazing souls…the souls that have taught me about selflessness, compassion, and the gift of unconditional love.
I realised that lately Charlie and Chevvy have been getting a lot of exposure.
Jack is the big momma in our house.
A real lady…with a streak of don’t mess with me thrown in to the mix.
So…rather than get on her bad side.
Here is my girl.
Thank you for all your support.
Related posts about the animals in my life.
- The pussies are taking over…
- Sunday Post: Expression
- He’s just soooo fascinating to me…
- The beach, ice cream and one Demented Fox Terrier
- Weekly Photo Challenge: Peaceful
- No wonder I have trouble sleeping
- Update on Marley
- New Foster baby
- A crowded bed
- My housemates
- The Capacity of Katie
- Kitten Invasion
I love all my babies…but my wee, slinky man of the house is just so photogenic and such a character that the camera can’t help itself…it just turns in his direction.
His face…and especially his eyes are riveting…to me at least.
your trust in me
leaves me gasping
dreaming you a voice
to make it easier to hear what you want to tell me
I’m taking part in the January 2012 River of Stones.
For more Stones see My Small Stones
My sweet Chevvy is unwell at the moment and as yet we haven’t been able to figure out what exactly is wrong.
I remember this feeling from when the kiddywinkles were babies and unable to tell me what and where it hurt.
I hate it.
I miss her bouncing, playful, bark at anything personality.
I am reminded of the obligation I took on when I cradled her soft puppy fur on the drive home.
And I feel ineffectual.
a place to rest my eyes
that cooled their burning tears,
warmed their icy sadness,
your one transgression
the slow disintegration
of my wooden passageway
betwixt the interior and exterior compartments
of where I cast my lot
on the morrow
and a piece of me falls with you
Sadly these China Dolls are to be felled tomorrow. The previous owner’s didn’t think ahead (in New Zealand things grow at an astounding rate – and these trees can reach 30 metres in height), and they are destroying my deck stairs. For eight years I have loved them and the sight of them has given me many hours of joy.
Charlie in particular is going to be distraught at their going – when he runs outside in the morning he shoots straight into the tree on the right and scales it like a comet. His favourite pastime is to lurk in the fork of the trunk and pounce on anything that passes by.
I’m taking part in the January 2012 River of Stones.
My other stones so far…
Due to a comment I would like to say that I don’t cut these guys down lightly.
And Charlie still has PLENTY of trees to climb and lurk about in…
Here are some of them.
This is my baby Charlie.
He may look innocent but is in reality a part Siamese terrorist.
And this is a one-in-a-million shot of Charlie having a peaceful moment – there aren’t many in our house since he moved in…
Earlier Photo Challenges
For more peaceful photos visit: Weekly Photo Challenge – Peaceful
Here is a selection to start you off with.
If you want to see some seriously amazing photos of all types of critters check out: Camera Critters # 199
The following video footage brought me to tears.
These dogs have been kept in cages their whole lives in a lab and used for testing.
They have never known sunshine.
They have never felt grass.
They have never been able to interact with each other.
Gary Smith, spokesperson for the group said that ” because of their friendly, docile, trusting, forgiving, people-pleasing personalities, beagles are the preferred choice of dog for lab testing”.
To date the group has rescued some 72 dogs, 40 being taken to America to be rehomed after the rest were rehomed in Europe.
The following video shows you exactly what life is like for some lab animals.
I hope it horrifies you as much as it did me.
ONLY USE PRODUCTS THAT ARE NOT ANIMAL TESTED
IT IS ONE OF THE WAYS WE CAN PUT A STOP TO SCENES LIKE THIS
If you want to know more about who does and doesn’t test on animals when NOT legally required by law to do so the following links will provide more information.
NEW ZEALAND is not immune to these dreadful practises.
Last night on TV a scandal involving beagles bred for a lab here was revealed:
While you’re there – have a wander about the pages – GREAT blog !!!
rumpydog brought to my attention another amazing circumstance.
Retailers selling real fur products while labeling them faux fur.
If you want to know more go on over and read: June Buggie Rants About ‘Faux Fur’ Incredibly they are not happy selling fur to people who want it – they also are selling it to those who don’t !!!!!!!
There are some wonderful caring individuals out there.
Today I came across a fabulous post about raising a fawn named Daisy: Being a Deer Mother…
- Video: Rescued beagles get normal homes (video.msnbc.msn.com)
- Beagle Freedom Project expresses gratitude as they rescue 72 lab beagles (examiner.com)