Over the years I've spent Hundreds of dollars on dog toys, and his favorite toy is the Nordstrom Rack Bag I brought home. Figures.
Pepper got her Christmas bath and they dressed her in the loudest, ugliest bandanna they could find. (Excuse the trashy unfinished baseboards in the background. Our house is under perpetual renovations.)
R.I.P. Rhoan you will be missed. Not my dog, but I looked after him(pure bread german shepard) from the age of 1.5-4.5(about 3 years ago) when ever his owner went out of town. My favorite little story about him. When I first start looking after him, he lived in a house by a school, that borderd on the edge of a wooded area. The school playground was rectangular. The front short side was by the parking lot, one long side and the back short side was wooded area, the other long side was the school. I would go there to play ball with him. I would normally side near the parking lot and throw the ball down the field. There are a couple openings in the fence at different places. Well one day I was throwing the ball down to the end. As he was running for the ball a wolf came out of the side wooded area and ran into the end of the wooded area. Well Rhoan decides to pick up the ball and run after the wolf, well i know this is a very common tactic to lead the prey to the rest of the pack. So I start yelling at the top of my lungs for him to back here, for about 20sec i was yelling at the dog. All that was going through my head was "FUCK I do not want to make this phone call, FUCK I do not want to make this phone call" over and over. Then after about 20secs Rhoan comes out of the bush with the ball still in his mouth, happy as can be. I don't think i ever came so to having a heart attack.
Found another picture of Tess. I am going home for Christmas and it will seem so empty without her...
Xia felt like getting in the cage with Otto. (He still get crated until I deem him worthy of house freedom when I'm gone.) Now she knows what its like. (for the duration of the picture)
The girl we thought wasn't making it through last Christmas, made it through this Christmas and NYE. She has beaten three skin cancers, a nasty ulcer (last year), and has a sarcoma now, but that face tells me that she's going to fight her damnedest to make next Christmas too.
Dogs are so much better than people. Look at how sweet this girl is, and how trusting, even though she's lived her whole life on the street. <a class="postlink" href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=194815733995521" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=194815733995521</a>
So I've taken in a stray kitten for the time being. She's a six month old polydactyl tuxedo cat who cowers in fear every time I get near her, which makes me feel like shit. Rosie more or less ignores her unless she gets too close. To my annoyance I can't get the food situation to work properly - Rosie is on a senior diet and the little one gets kitten food, so of course they eat each other's food instead of their own food. My mother tells me I should do what she does - she feeds her cat Jazz on the kitchen island so Elkie, their german shepard, can't get at Jazz's food, but I'm not going to do that because I don't want to condition the little one to jump on the counter. I'd think harder about trying to come up with a solution, but I don't know how much longer I'm going to have the kitten since a couple of friends and coworkers have expressed interest in taking her.
Last weekend I was playing with a friend’s rabbit. At first he was shy and hid behind the couch every time I looked at him. After a while he would sneak up behind me, nibble on my sweater, and then run behind the couch when I noticed him. Eventually the little guy became comfortable and stopped running away from me. Spoiler Spoiler
I lost my lil' Boy in the wee hours of last Friday morning. I laid with him on the floor that night, assuring him he was the bestest boy ever and how much I loved him. When I put my head on my pillow at 4am that morning I prayed for God to take him, and he did. He went at home, laying in his favorite spot while he slept. We never fully realize the impact they have on our lives each and every day....until they aren't there anymore. It's eerily quiet in the house, even with one left. And I am worried about her. Her partner in crime is gone. She looks at me, lost. Her eyes asking what happened or where he is. Sadly, we are all lost. Hug your pets guys, often and hard. RIP my Bennie Boy. Have fun eating dirt.