Posted on 01/24/2010 9:35:58 AM PST by Daffynition
I want to share with you something I heard on Paul Harvey not long ago. Its entitled, Ten Commandments for a Responsible Pet Owner as dictated by the pet.
1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.
4. Dont be angry with me for long and dont lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainments. But I have only you.
5. Talk to me. Even if I dont understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.
6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.
7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I have teeth that could easily crush the bones in your hand, and yet I choose not to bite you.
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps Im not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long or my heart might be getting old or weak.
9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too will grow old.
10. On the difficult journey, on the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you cant bear to watch. Dont make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there. Because I love you so.
Take a moment today to thank God for your pets. Enjoy and take good care of them.
Life would be a much duller, less joyful thing without Gods critters. Please pass this on to other pet owners.
But I've done what I can to save some local kittens (and, as it turned out, myself) ... I have four females in the house .. five, if you count my wife [smile] ..
Mitzi .. gray, black, and white .. was abandoned by her mother on our patio. We probably surprised the mother while she was moving her litter and she dropped Mitzi (all of 4.5 ounces) at the time. We nursed her for a few weeks .. I remember the 2AM feedings .. and now, seven and a half years later, she's Queen of the house at 14.5 pounds, holding herself aloof from us mere mortals. When my late wife died, I don't know what I would have done without Mitzi. She came down from her ivory tower and spent the next few lonely months comforting me.
Gracie .. a tortoiseshell calico .. came bounding up onto the porch out of the darkneess into my new wife's arms three Thanksgivings ago. Her role is the Rebel Duchess, constantly trying to find ways to annoy Mitzi. All of 10 pounds now, she is friendly when she wants to be but can turn on you in a second.
Rhiannon .. all gray .. and Sarah-Michael .. a dirty-white Siamese with black tips on her tail, ears, and muzzle .. are the new little Princesses of the manor. Both were adopted from litters born under our patio on Flag Day of 2009. Each at right around five pounds, they're playful and always hungry for attention. Rhiannon is the lap cat, always crawling up onto your lap or shoulders and falling asleep. Sarah-Michael is a "foot" cat; she doesn't really like to be held, but adores being petted and curling up next to you.
They've all been spayed and had their front claws removed and have free run of the house and the back porch. The back porch is enclosed with wooden lattice so they get the feel of being outside without the danger of actually being outside.
Heh. Tell me about it.
It was a couple of years before I had my own home with a yard when I came back stateside, where I felt I could responsibly have a dog. During those painful years, I yearned so. LOL
Once settled, I made an appointment with a breeder to see his litter ... only one male left he said ...so I rushed over. He pulled out the “male” and as I was playing with the pup, noticed it wasn’t a male. Ahem. He put her back into the kennel and I played with the male in front of me. The female, was so upset ...she yelped a scratched at the kennel door with a fury.
After negotiating a price, on my way to the car with the male, I turned around and asked the breeder, “How much for two?”
I was suckered. She turned out to be one the finest dogs I ever owned. The male, not so much.
Take someone level-headed with you when you go. That’s my advice. ;)
Great story Lancer! You’ve been blessed!
This is Riley:
This is Riley.
OMG! My heart just melted!
Russian Blue. They are the closest thing you'll ever get to a dog that says "meow."
Thank you for that post, I enjoyed it very much.
I will now be shopping all week and by next weekend, I should have a cat for my 18 month old GSD to start getting used to. He should be fine, he adjusted to our free range chickens very quickly. ;>)
Falco gets a raw quarter chicken a day with his meal, so I had worried that he would see them as walking snacks, but he decided they were just something else that he needed to watch over and protect.
Thanks, I’ll check them out. I did a quick look on the net... smart looking chaps.
They both nearly cried
Women...!
LOL Thanks!
LOL ...like critters, these words touch us deeply. ;D
This has been causing much bawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
on the internets for many moons. Always a great post though :)
:) , ok
my little guy is white, black and sable. I love him. He is so precious to us.
We animal lovers always do all we can for our animals. When and if some have to be helped into heaven, we know in our hearts that we did all we could for them and they know they were loved.
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