Pajama Puppy ping.
Come and play...
I'm thinking about a good one....
My Mac (a golden)was one of the best ever! When he got sick and needed chemo and was dying of a slow progressive cancer I was falling apart. I got a book that said I should have two dogs....so I went and got Clancy thinking this would make Mac feel better. BIG MISTAKE...he was too sick and too elderly to take a small puppy. However, you don't take the puppy back to the adoption agency...so there were some good times but there was that one night that Mac had had enough and let Clancy have it....one little nick to his nose. After Mac died I got Oliver...the two boys love and adore each other. Every time I look at Clancy there is that "little nick" on his nose where the hair never grew back...just as a reminder that Mac still rules. The idea of going through life without a dog is definetly not an option for me.
Hi, Tasmanianred:
My favorite toy collie, Bacchus acquired me when she was only weeks old. Being a puppy, I'd doubts that she and my sister's cat, Blitzen. Who was about a year old, would get along.
There were territorial arguments for around two months. Noisy. Mostly fruitless and (discounting toppled vases and spilled drinks) non-violent.
Soon, detente was reached and the two got along. Until Blitzen started snooping out quiet, secluded places.
In July, Blitzen dropped a litter of five kittens under the kitchen porch. With Bacchus standing guard. Making sure Blitzen and her kindle were not bothered by prying eyes.
The kittens grew and watched their mother and Bacchus play. With Blitzen's signature, claws reatracted swat to Bacchus's nose to let her know that she'd had enough fun.
One day the furry family was in the living room. And Omar, one of the more prococious of the litter decided to rear up on his hind legs and swat Bacchus's nose.
My girl took the blow silently. Beads of blood on her snout. And planted Omar flat onto the floor with her right paw. Splaying Omar's legs and paws.
As if to say:
"Just because your mother can do it. Doesn't meant that you can!"
Jack.
Here is a story from the past:
My grandparents had giant cockerspanials, black. One named Nickie was the mascot in my grandfather's advertising throughout the city of Hartford, CT back in the late thirties and early forties. Nickie used to see my father and his brother off to school, then he would trot over two blocks and catch the trolly to my grandfather's store. He would wait at the stop. The trolly would stop and pick him up and he would get off at the store.
Every business morning...
Those were more innocent days.
I'm here!
I just got myself lost for a few minutes!