Indoor training so he knows how to protect on the hardwood floors of my house. They call it "Scooby-Doo" when he cannot get traction like on these waxed floors. I will post one with him outside where he takes down a 200 lb man when he can dig into the ground and get leverage. And, before you get offended, remember that he will only do this on command. He's a sweet boy unless totally provoked or told to protect.
I'm assuming most of you are dog owners since you're all manly men, but I have a question about cats. (Even I'm anxious at the idea of a forum full of cat ladies, so I thought I'd start here.) My roommate has a cat (I posted a picture of her earlier in the thread), and I've been toying around with the idea of getting a cat of my own. Does anyone have any experience with figuring out how to tell if a cat would be welcoming of another cat, or if they would wind up just being really aggressive towards a newcomer? I'm sure there's no absolute way of knowing, but maybe there are some warning signs one way or another? Some points of potential interest: -the cat is about one year old and female. I'm thinking of adopting a cat that's 1-3 years old, but I'm not picky about the gender. -the cat is my roommate's, but she's more bonded with me. She knows my roommate is her source of food and a clean litter box, but I'm the only one she snuggles with. This makes me a little more worried that she would get upset with a cat that's my own. -my roommates aren't home that often, and it seems like the cat displays bored and lonely behavior. If I don't see her for a while, she'll act a little desperate for me to show her affection. She'll (mostly playfully) attack my roommates and will hunt us. Sometimes she'll go batshit crazy and just start bolting around the apartment. Every now and then, usually late at night, she'll start yowling like she's hurt so I'll come running out to give her attention. I can't tell if this means she'd benefit from a friend to keep her company/entertained, or if she'd hate the idea of sharing our attention. -the apartment is actually pretty spacious and as city-living goes, it's a pretty good place for a pet. There are two floors so even if they're not friends or have trouble warming up to each other, they'll be able to keep their distance usually. I grew up with multiple cats and none of them were ever great friends. They usually just tolerated each other (probably because there was so much space - I lived in a house in the country so they were all indoor/outdoor cats) but two of them really hated each other and would get into huge fights. I'd rather avoid that, so if there's any way of knowing/making an educated guess, I'd love to hear it. Thanks!
I'd suggest taking it to a local cat boarding place. A lot of the good ones have "play rooms" where they have a chance to interact with other cats. If you asked them, I'd bet they'd let you see how your roommate's cat handled it. Otherwise, if you have any other friends with cats, see if they'd bring it over for a day or two and see how it goes.
The local SPCA/Humane Society has a classification for cat temperament (blue, orange, purple) that tells how sociable and/or nervous a cat is. You could take it there and have them evaluate her.
OK, remember this? He's now THIS. I don't think we need the shoe for reference any more, that's the same piece of furniture he's laying across:
The ex watched my hound for me. This is him loving his step-brother. It just melts my cold heart to see him always so kind with other pets and people.
Wilson, the Frenchie, is recovering from surgery and pneumonia, and Olive (aka Turd) only has one eye and it is, apparently, a Lazer Eye.
Yet another example of why dogs have good souls. My neighbors and consequently Cobber's girlfriend moved yesterday. Before she left I let them play and romp for about 12 hours on Wednesday. Let them do whatever they wanted while I screwed around with yard work and whatnot. At the end of their day I put her back on the chain at their house, gave her a couple treats, said my goodbyes (heart wrenching) and gave her a rawhide bone. This morning Cobber made his way around the yard and into theirs. When he came home he was trotting tall carrying a perfect half of the rawhide bone she left behind. He carried it in, climbed up on the couch, and has been laying with his chin on the bone ever since. Very sweet.
The ex dog-sat for me the last two days. This is yet another picture of him with his step-brother. They are inseparable.
Last picture on this page - promise. She just sent me this of them last evening. Little Teufel was asleep with his head on big Teufel right before he opened his eyes as she took the picture. Damn, I love me some K9's.
My two favorite pictures of my sick little girlie. She's fighting whatever she's got. Got a lot more blood work done and other testing. She was given anti-nausia pills to hopefully help her get some protein through the system. Got to get that protein number up or she has no hope. Something nasty is happening in the GI tract. There are a lot of animal lovers posting and looking at this thread. I don't ask this lightly but please give a shout out to whatever higher power of choice to pull her through this. If you don't believe in crap like that than just wish her well. The next two days are do or die, unfortunately literally.
This is what I came home to one day after work. Lucy had tucked herself in. This is Gandalf being pretty cute while taking a nap next to me on the couch.
Tonka hit the wall right before birthday cake time. Chasing those kids around the yard for 2 hours was hard work: