When I had my knee problem over a period of 10 weeks, I still had to take Foxy to the back yard so she could do her thing. Our back door is on the side of the house and to get her to the back yard, using a short leash, I have to go down 3 narrow steps and walk about 10 feet to the gate. It really hurt to walk, much less go down steps. One morning she pulled the leash out of my hand and I thought I'd lost her. But, she went straight to the yard. Did her thing, pulling the leash behind her, came back to the steps and back into the house! The next time she needed to go out, I thought I'd see if she would do it again. I didn't put the leash on her and she promptly went to the yard and came back on her own. From then on, not matter what time of day or night, she went on her own. She has since forgotten how to do it since I can take her because my knee is better, but for those days, she was perfect.

Had some young kittens.. living in an apt 3 of them.. So you can imagine my surprise when I was SITTING in the bath tub HAVING a bubble bath when suddenly out of now where a kitten jump up over the side of the tub and into the water WITH me!!

So it started mewing and before I could PUT IT OUT of the tub another kitty came PLUMMETING into the tub and the other one right after THAT!!

I was laughing SO HARD my sides hurt! THAT was the cleanest they had EVER gotten!

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NDY cats are SO curious! Orion, my big guy is more cautious than curious tho'. He was about a year old when I purchased a new glass topped desk. My little cat Joe jumped right up and inspected it. Orion got in the chair and looked at it then touched it with each paw but still wasn't sure it was ok. He started 'yowing,' he was a slow talker, LOL, at me until I put him on it and reassured him it was okay. It took a few days before he was sure he wasn't going to fall through. It reminded me of the visual cliff experiment used with infants.

Our little dog races round and round in circles when she is happy, with a big grin on her face.

" I Have A NEW Kitty She Is A Dwarf

But She Thinks She Is A Monster " !!!

My Akita Tai
A huge dog
was a real lovey mushy puppy
standing up he was taller than me
on four legs almost as tall!

When I brought my newborn daughter from hospital he stood guard, was her guardian, he was her playmate, he let her pull his tail, never snapped at her.
He was a dear friend to me. He went to go live on a farm so he could run free. I don't know if he is still alive. I let him in the house a lot. in the backyard, he had a longgg leash, long rope that he could wander around back yard, we had no fence, had to do so, city law. He had a shed to lay in with blankets and for shelter.
I really miss him, he was a great dog, had a playful personality, an very lovable.

My cat Pinky
white, with one green eye, one brown
would hide behind things then would jump on me, just fly! It always surprised me, I never saw it coming. And then she would run off, to hide and do it again.
Slept on my bed. Liked to sit on my shoulder like a neck warmer. Had Pinky when I was 16. She ran outside one time-was indoor-outdoor cat, never came back one day. Never knew what happened to her.

when I was 18 I had a perfectly white cat except she a black and white ringed tail like a raccoon only different color. Snowball had a bad habit of greeting my mom at her car door when she was outside.. One day, as my mom was pulling in with her car, instead of running to the door as she always did, she ran in the front of the wheel and was killed! My mom felt so bad.


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When I was 18 I had a perfectly white cat except she had a black and white ringed tail like a raccoon only different colors. Snowball had a bad habit of greeting my mom at her car door when she was outside.. One day, as my mom was pulling in with her car, instead of running to the door as she always did, she ran in front of the wheel and was killed! My mom felt so bad.


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Also had a black lab-husky mix, Chica.

One time she chewed my mom's favorite couch to shreds, stuffing all over the house, we found her hiding under my brother's bed.

My mom was so mad-well yeah! But mom forgave her. Once I was missing a 5 dollar bill that was on my night stand, I found a part of the bill, in her teeth.

My big pups are nearly 2 yrs old! When they run they look like white gazelles leaping over the flower bed.There have been many pets in my home over the years,and all have left me with sweet memories.Owning a pet is a humbling experience.They ask so little of us.When these pups were younger I prayed for patience every nite.Pharaoh chewed the kitchen curtain & windowsill,& Schotzie shredded the sleeve of my fav windbreaker.There were many time -outs..for ME!

It's been ten whole months since my dear Molly passed and to honor her, I want to tell a story about her (and hopefully I will not cry my way through typing it).

Molly came into my life when I was 17. Having lost my childhood dog the previous year and recently moving into a new house with my family, I begged that the new move would mean we could get another dog. My parents reluctantly obliged so long as I agreed to be at least partially repsonsible for the new dog which I said I would. My mom, brother, and his girlfriend at the time decided to take a ride up to the local SPCA shelterthe weekend after we had moved in. Just that week a litter of german shepperd mix puppies had been brought in to the shelter - 4 girls and 2 boys. The two boys were already set to be adopted but since they were not yet 8 weeks old, the shelter was not ready to release any of them to new families. We all held one and my brother loved the one he was holding on to so for whatever reason we all agreed she would be the one and we put a hold on her in order to adopt her - this one wasn't Molly mind you, it was one of her sisters. We were told to come back with my Dad because they make you bring all the household members to visit with the prospective dog to make sure everyone is compatible.

The following weekend happened to be the pet-adoptahon and that's the day we managed to get Dad to go to the shelter. They had the puppies outside in a pen on the lot and it was a warm day in early May...as we approached the puppies one was drinking the little bit of water left in the water dish when another, the bruttish big pawed alpha female of the litter decided to nudge the other out of the way to settle in the dish to cool off. We got a bit of a laugh out of that but it should've cued us in on that little lass' personality! As we knelt by the pen all the puppies were huddled in one little mass, save for the one in the water dish who noticed us and came right over with her tail wagging. My Dad, who is not what you would call a dog lover, immediately took to this dog. He said, if you have to get one, this is the one to go with because she's got personality! And so, we changed our request and asked for her instead.

Molly came home with us a week later. She wound up with the name because it was what my brother liked and my mom thought it would help to appease him since he didn't get the dog he picked out (the name choice didn't help; I think he's still bitter to this day).

She certainly lived up to her first meeting with Dad. I don't think there was a day in the first five years of her life that I didn't hear from one of my parents "That's it! She's going back!" after chewing on wood trim, digging through the bathroom garbage, or dropping onto her back and peeing all over herself when company came. Anytime I heard someone threaten that she was a goner, I'd defend her to the hilt.

Molly and I developed a bond early that could never be broken. As I say, you don't know love till you've picked dead fleas off a creature while she sleeps in your lap. Or let her drink water out of your hands when she gets sick. (Okay I was good until I wrote the last line...now the eyes are welling.)

Never a dull moment when she was around. Like Dad had once assessed, she had personality and she was clever. And she was my girl till the very end.

It is hard to have a favorite, but here is a story about my current lap buddy.

We recently had the patio doors replaced. My cat Jack, weighing eight pounds and owning exactly one eye, decided that the door guy did not meet his approval. He got between me and the door guy and growled and snarled like a Doberman!!! Since my injury, you could say he has gotten a little overprotective.

Just think, five years ago he was a feral who couldn't abide any human contact.