What MAKES a Pet Lover?
And what makes a pet lover HER, my disgustingly skinny, gorgeous sister, pictured above? She asked me to post a topic asking you all what makes a person turn into a pet lover? Is it totally how you were brought up? Or something you found later? Is it like someone is interested in medicine and healing--something innate based on your genetics, talents, etc.?
We had 2 pets growing up. One, a little terrier, Pixie, when we were very young, and Misty, a beagle mix who was a wonderful dog. She died when I was in the Air Force in Korea. Daisylou went to the vet with the parents when Misty had to be euthanized in her old age. She drove and said my Dad, on the way home, held Misty's collar and just wept over it. My Dad was a man not afraid to show tears...like when he hadn't seen me for a long time and I came home on leave from the Air Force.
My Mom's mom, whom we never met (all our grandparents were dead before we came along) was an animal lover. My Mom said she worried constantly about the animals in the barn in winter. Had her pets spayed and neutered, even back then in the 30s and 40s. Made little "houses" for chipmunks and other wildlife. Fed the birds. Is animal-loving in our genes?
In our family, dogs always belonged IN THE HOUSE. My aunts and uncles and their kids are all dog lovers, whose pets go with them when they travel or just when visiting each other. I do not understand people keeping a dog tied to a dog house 24/7...and I know some otherwise decent people who do this, or have no problem "getting rid" of a pet for the lamest of reasons. Shouldn't get one if you're not willing to commit.
A lot of people LIKE pets, but what makes people like us who LOVE them to the extent we do? To get involved with helping in rescue and with shelters? To put up with the horrors we see when pets are abandoned, abused and neglected?
What makes a pet lover? In the picture above, I think we can see Daisy goes to the extreme! Animals love her too, and follow her around like she's the Pied Piper. Mom seems to be jealous that little Bennie (the dog of the dog-coat story) goes NUTS when Daisy comes home and wants to stick to her like glue.
But thank goodness there ARE people who love animals. There should be more!
posted by Sandy at 2/23/2007 07:23:00 AM
Pet People
45 Comments:
I have to agree with you sandy, dasiylouu is gorgeous! And whenI can just hear the thoughts of some men if they read the other blogg saying "What? She FARTS?" LOL! Sorry but couldn't resist that but sure admire all the women who can say that they fart without embarrassement. Ok, Sandy now this is for sure not one reply you'll be posting in the hard print paper,ha,ha.
I always loved pets since as far back as I can remember but it seems like it got to the obsession level of how I treat them after we got Tiger. I seem to get worse every day too. When I was growing up I had so many animals, more cats than dogs but I loved them equally. And like daisylouu other people's pets seem to migrate my way, animals really do sense it when they are around people who love them.
Losing our pets really is the worst thing about having them. I grieve very hard and although periods of grief get farther between as the years go by it never leaves me for too long. I'm sure you all or most of you are the same way. It's especially bad when I feel like it was my fault for not doing things differently to help them. I have so much guilt about that and wake up in the early morning hours thinking about it a lot. I'm trying to let up on mydelf a bit more about that but it is really hard to do!
I don’t believe that it is something you are born with; I think it’s the environment and did you have good experiences with pets when you were growing up. If you felt they were work only and you didn’t get any real pleasure from them. Times have changed so much now that we are a more animal conscience society and are punishing more and more people for there treatment of animals. During our grandparent’s time, animals were a means of survival, today that’s not always the case.
I have always had pets, inside or out. I don’t have a single childhood memory that doesn’t include a family pet; at home, on vacations or jus playing in the back yard. My Hubby however is different. The animals he had growing up were not allowed in the house. Dogs, cats whatever, it didn’t matter. He struggled with this when we got married and I started bringing all the pets inside. It was a hard adjustment for him. He told me a story from when he was younger, I think around age 9, about a pig he raised. He got attached to it, named it and it would even follow him around. His grandmother was upset about it and made him butcher it to prove that you are not supposed to have an attachment to animals. She was of the belief that animals were for work and food only. It was traumatizing for Hubby. It would be for me too. He had dogs growing up, but they were for hunting. He got close to a few of them, but not as close as he does now. That’s why he took it so hard when Copper died. Copper was his first real pet that he let himself fall in love with. As for me, I wouldn’t know what to do if I didn’t have my babies. I was attacked in the face by a family dog that had been a rescue. He tore my left eyelid almost completely off, punctured a hole in my nose and lacerated my tear ducts. I had major surgery and recovered without any problems. My mom had to have the dog put down. I am not afraid of dogs, but I will pull my head away from ones I don’t know very well. On the flip side I know people who grew up with pets and don’t want anything to do with them as adults, my grandmother is that way. She has gotten mean in her old age and we now won’t let her around any of our pets, b/c she hits them. She doesn’t understand that they are part of the family. Part of that is how she was raised and part of her just getting old. (she’s 86)
How sad that must have been for your hubby and his friend the pig! I would have probably run away from home over that one! My grandmother believed that animals belonged outside as well. We lost two outside dogs and it tore dad up so bad that he said no more dogs. We kids moaned and groaned and in time it was changed to only an inside dog. Then my grandmother said no way a dog is coming into this house! Well, we kids pretty much got what we wanted with our grandmother so before you know it, we had Molly our little perfect Welch Terrier. In no time at all my grandmother fell in love with that little dog. She would fight with us kids over who would get to sleep with her at night! She would make Molly a bed and act as though that dog was her child! My ornery brothers use to hide the dog at night to mess with her! She would be on the verge of going ballistic and in tears then Molly would appear and all would be okay in Grandma land!
I agree with Adrienne that a lot has to do with the environment in which you are surrounded. I also believe that we are born with different personalities. Some people are givers, some are takers. Some people are followers, some are leaders. I strongly believe that givers are the people in which do good for the animals. Givers give without thinking twice about themselves. Takers, will not do much unless they get something in return but then again, animals do give a lot in return so I guess looking at it that way, even a taker can be a giver…. Ah pondering thoughts for me today….
Daisylouu, you just go on and post pictures of your cute little self here. I think you are darling and do find it hard to believe you fart! But you will not see my big hips on here! And just what are you doing to that doggie? Big ole bear hug right…
I agree with Pam's assessment of Daisylouu! The picture is not at all what I was expecting based on her own posts and the things Sandy has said about her in the past. Just goes to prove the stupidity of most preconceived notions.
Can't wait to hear Dragon's reaction to this one?? All that talking about "hot" women on that other thread.... I wonder if he'll think Daisylouu is "hot" too???
Hot tubs, margaritas and Daisylouu in Daisy Duke shorts...
That's enough to get a Dragon breathing fire!
Go Dragon...
Go Dragon...
Yikes! My sister is a dead-woman for posting those pictures!! She knows that her Peanut and I have a very special relationship considering I don't get to Tennessee often. That dog adores me, he is my favorite by a long shot he is so lovable, if only REAL men were submissive like him, lol. And if I'm in the hot tub, it better be with Peanut! I bet HE wouldn't mind if I farted either. I still don't know what the big deal is, you don't do it in mixed company, but to hide it in your own home??
I think our love for animals comes from our parents/surroundings which expose us to compassion. As a wee little girl I remember my mom talking about my grandmother and how even if the animals on the farm were to be butchered the next morning, she made sure they had extra hay on a cold evening the night before because she didn't think they should have to suffer before they died. And they should die as quickly and painlessly as possible. Way too many people think animals are nothing more than non-feeling property. And you take that attitude and compound it with people who get a power-high by physically abusing animals and it's almost too overwhelming to comprehend.
To be forced to kill a pig? I can't even imagine but I probably won't sleep tonight thinking about it. I think each of us has the power to make a difference in the lives of animals, even if it's very small.
I wish I had the power to post pictures, because I have some of Sandy that would make y'all (my Southern inflection) fall off your chairs!! In addition to our love of animals, I think our parents gave us a bizarre sense of humor, which I need to fall back on after seeing my face on this blog.....and yes, skeeter, it was an innocent bear hug!
Will Dragon think daisylouu is hot,well DUH! If he has air in his lungs he will. And Sandy ain't no chopped liver, she is pretty too! I love the photo that is with the blogg.
And daisylouu I'm with you on wondering if I'll be able to sleep tonight after hearing Adrienne's husband's sad sad story abut his pig! I think that old woman should have been butchered! I know that sound mean but I hate when people are meant to animals and to me that is right up there with animal cruelty! Adrienne, I am so sorry your husband had to have such a horrible experience! Nobody should ever have to go through anything like that!
When I was growing up it was the samw with animals living outside but I was allowed to bring mine into the house but I only had one cat that lived inside and that was my pretty white "Snowball" I sure loved that kitty! One day Snawball disappeared and we never knew what happened. Maybe ran over by a car somewhere or gotten by a animal in the woods? It wouldn't have happened this day and age cause my Snowball would have always been in the house! So would my pretty little gray kitten Ricky that was run over by a car when he was still so little. I couldn't survive any of that today knowing I let them outside near a busy road!Now I know I'll at least wake up in the middle of the night or morning with all of this on my mind! Losing pets is just so heartbreaking!
daisylouu,after seeing what you wrote about being able to fart in your own home but not in public had to tell you this. Today jon and I were at his optomologist office sitting in the waiting room. I felt the urge to let a bit of gas pass but knew I didn't dare and these thoughts went through my mind. I was thinking what kind of reaction would I get from these people if I just let one rip and it was looud enugh for them to hear plus had a fairly good aroma? If they all stared at me I could say in my best Howie Mandell voice-What what- it was just a fart people! You all fart here, you are human, it's a Nuthin to be embarrassed about here, It's a human body function!I fart, you fart, we all fart, so get over it. But as you know it was a silly human moment and of course being the lady I am I would never ever do that. Thought ya'all might get a kick out of some of my pivate thoughts after all I am a very creative thinker,ha.
Oh, Pam, if only we could do that!! You made me laugh so hard picturing your would-be speech. I bet 95% of the women in the waiting room would have stood up and applauded you!! Men, on the other hand, still like to think we are all sugar and spice. Who made up these rules that farting is *expected* of men, but not of women? I'd also like to see the statistics if women in the South are less likely to fart in front of their husbands than us Yankees? Maybe when I was younger I was more scared to be myself, but now that I'm in my 40's anything goes!
I must visit the blog more often. Daisylou is sizzling hot. Boss doesn’t have to look too far for a candidate for the hot tub. He has one in the family.
I like the way Skeeter put it.
Hot tubs, margaritas and Daisylou in Daisy Duke shorts...
That's enough to get a Dragon breathing fire!
Daisylou, send your picture to Sandy. It would be only right for Sandy to post your picture of her. We have all had pictures on the blog. Now it’s time for you to have yours posted. What about it girls?? Should Sandy post Daisylou’s picture of Sandy?
Daisylou, I am submissive. I’ll do what ever you want. And if you want to fart in the hot tub, hey, that’s Ok with me.
I need to start on wifey pooh. We need a hot tub. Boss is taking too long.
Now for the thought of the day. Hmmm, what makes a person turn into a pet lover?
Well, for me, it all started with Brandy. She was a tan, fluffy thing (dog thing). I would lay in the floor watching TV and she would come and lay her head on my chest. We would eat from the same bowl of popcorn. She would sleep on the bed and keep my feet warm at night. She really was the cutest thing you ever saw before in your life. She was the one that opened my cold Dragon heart to the wonders of puppy love. She would go everywhere with me. To the park, to the lake, to the “gentlemen’s club”. Okay, not really that last one. I was just seeing if ya’ll were paying attention. She was the first to truly love me for the Dragon that I am. We were only together for a few short years, but they were warm and fuzzy years. When I realized she was gone, I cried those real Dragon tears for the first time.
So, you ask if people are born pet people. Maybe some are, but some are grown (raised that way), and some are molded into them by those special pets that make us love them.
daisylouu, so glad you enjoyed the unexpressed ( to the people in the waiting room)thoughts. As humans we do have some humour andwierdness in us and it just has to come out sometimes. It does a body good. Like Ellen Degeneres, she talks about things we all think about, so funny!
On the stats about if Southern women are less likely to fart in front of thier men, Idoubt it because honey, I'm Southern as they get and I have no problem. I have several other friends who do it too and at least half of them are Southern. On the other hand I doubt my brother-in-law realizes my sister farts because I don't think she has done it one time in the 33 years they've been married. As you and I have tried to get through, we are all human here and we have human body functions and no need to be embarrassed about them. Hey daisylouu maybe we could write a new best seller tittled "Pretty Women Fart Too". LOL!
Dragon,awwww, the sweeter gentler side came out a little. That was sweet and also sad to hear about you little doggie. The sad of course was that you didn't have it long, I'm so sorry!
P.S.daisylouu, I think you may have hit the nail on the head about being older giving you the confidence to do things you wouldn't have dared when you were younger. I would never have expressed these thought back then, shoot, I wouldn't even have had these thoughts back then. I was Miss Teen Age Kentucky when I was 17 and I was so much shyer and certainly less confident. You'd think winning that contest would have helped but it didn't. In fact I got such stage fright that I sent my runner up to the national Miss Teen Age America finals. I've kicked myself a few times overthe years for that one! It was about that time I got into the band and started with more self confidence. It's funny how we change with age, see, age is a good thing!
Another note, when I said my sister hasn't farted in 33 years, she has just notin front of her husband. If she knew I was talking her to people on the internet like this she would S--t!
Oh, pam, you could talk about your sister, look what mine just did to me! So now we have it all folks, even Miss Tenn Kentucky farts!! Wonder if they could start adding it to the bio's they read when they are introducing the contestants...... "Next we have Miss Teen Texas, she can fart the star spangled banner" Guess some talents are better left unsaid. And I love the book idea!! It's about time we slap the world into reality. Maybe Ellen would let us promote it on her show! Maybe she'd even pass a little gas!
Oh, and dragon, if you're willing to let me fart and since you love animals, I think we can work out the whole hot tub scenario. I'll even skip shaving my legs for a few weeks to keep your feet warm just like your little doggie used to.
Daisylouu,
Being a Texas resident for 5 years, I am guessing Miss Texas would fart the "Yellow Rose of Texas" song! You and Pam sure got my giggle button pushed this morning with the fart talk and your hairy legs comment to Dragon!
It is sunny and time for yard work in GA so I need to run. I just had to jot you two a quick “Thanks” for the laugh, I will be thinking of this when in pain from yard work and I need a pick me up…
I am glad I have the power of the pictures. Maybe some more of Daisy might be in order in a few days. I was nice this time and picked out good ones..I'll have to search for some others. Hmmmmm.
The pig story bothered me too. How traumatic for a boy, but I know that sort of thing happened all the time, not only with farm animals but when its time to take the boy hunting and "make him a man." I'll always remember the Walton's episode where Jason, the musician, couldn't shoot a turkey for Thanksgiving. Luckily, they understood him, that not all need to kill an animal to feel manly.
I must post a hunting topic soon. Daisy will go nuts over that, right Daisy? SHe LOVES hunting. LOL.
daisylouu, You are right, the gloves are off on talking about sisters here although I may feel abit guilty since mine isn't on here to defend herself. I love your idea of promoting our book on Ellen! I'm sure she would probably even write a little introduction on farting in the book for us. Being the animal lover that she is we can also get her to help advertize and promote our Dragon Interprises/King Kitty Kastles business too. And hey if we can not shave our legs for awhile I'm there in the hot tub with you and Dragon. I'll bring The Beast!
Skeeter, sure glad we helped make you day a bit brighter. I'm sure daisylouu and I can come up with more as time goes by, don't you agree daisylouu? Seems like we make a pretty good comedy team. And Skeeter, thnk you might be right about The Yellow Rose Of Texas thing.
Sandy, I don't think my heart can take a posting about hunting unless the hunter gets shot by the animals, now that one would be ok.
Since you guys are calling your husbands something other than thier names on here from now on I'll call Jon something Skeeter said to me on a e-mail and something I've called him for years, Flyboy! Flyboy said ( when I told him the pig story ) well that is the way people used to feel about animals and even some still do today but he also admitted the old woman went too far in what she did.
P.S. Sandy, you haven't commented here on our off color subject but bet you are woman enough that you fart in front of the Boss and bet he doesn't mind at all. Ok enough on that subject!
On getting into the hot tub with Dragon, we have to remember he does have a woman and we all have our men so it's not like we're out for anything sexual or romantic with him here. We're just having a bit of fun since he's our only male friend here. None of us on here would want to hurt wifey poo and isn't it time she logged on too?
Speaking of logging on, I had to get on this lap top cause Fly Boy is on the other one, think he's probably on a porn site. Just kidding, he's just checking his email.
Does any of your animals freak during storms? my Courtney didn't een want to come down for her tuna tonight,had to carry her when she would only come as far as the top of the stairs. THe thunder and lightening really scares her and she heads for under the bed. The other two were lying in one of thier favorite spots happy as as clams enjoying the fireplace.
Sorry all, I didn't want to upset anyone by telling my Hubby's story. Thankfully he has different views now or I couldn't be married to him. He can be even more protective with our dogs than I am at times. On the humting topic, Hubby is a hunter. We argue about it every year. I hate it! His comprimise to me was to start bow hunting since it is more difficult. I'm happy to say that since he has started bow hunting, has hasn't killed anything.
Pam, I would have loved to have seen the looks on everyones faces if you had farted. OH and if you fart in a hot tub and the air is on anyways, how would anyone know?
Adrienne, i feel your pain for being the wife of a hunter, I know it must be hard. just keep working on him and at least he sounds like a compassionate guy when it comes to your animals so maybe he'll come aroung and stop hunting.
Flyboy grew up hunting squirrels and rabbits but it was because he was the baby of 9 kids and that was a food source for them so he understands hunters somewhat. I can't do that in this day and age.
Adrienne, you're right, who would know if you farted in a hot tub? And if a whole group of people were in the hot tub together and one or the whole group farted who would know and better yet, who would care?
Pam,
Believe it or not, my brave girl Sheba hides under the couch during a storm! The scardy cat Cheetah does not notice storms. I am thinking that Sheba is not scared of storms but with her living in the woods her first 9 months, she learned to seek shelter during storms. Cheetah was still a kitten when Sheba dragged her out of the woods and into my life. So I am guessing she had no idea what a storm was about...
One of my brothers is a hunter and I do understand hunting even though I really do not agree with it. I respect hunters which feed their families with the meat. I have problems with trophy seeking hunters…
Being involved with the Rod and Gun club while in Germany, I gained a new respect for their hunters and hunting guidelines. They are trained and taught to remove only the weak animals from the wild. For instance, if the antler of a deer is growing in a circular shape in which it will one day grow into the skin, then you are to take that deer as it is deemed weak. You never kill for sport therefore, you will pass on a trophy to take the weakest from the herd…
In Germany you hunt and fish for 3 reasons.
1. Feed your family.
2. Donate to an orphanage.
3. Donate to a zoo for animal food.
I fish and there are people who believe that to be wrong but I have done it since I was born and I guess I am immune to fishing…
Skeeter, is it Virgil that is the hunter? Just curious.I'm sure you are a compassionate fisher. I love fish ( to eat ) as well as meat so guess I am somewhat of a hypocrite since I love all animals. I don't have a problem with people eating what they hunt but like you when it's for sport it bothers me. I think I mentioned on here before my husband was the baby of nine kids so they hunted for food for the table but not sport. There came the time when they no longer had to do that and I'm happy about that. There is always a humane way of doing things and that is the most important thing!
Neither my mom or my Dad's parents liked animals that much. I never recall seeing an animal at my Grandparents homes. But both my parents LOVE animals. How that happened I will never know. My mom even had to DROWN kittens in a burlap sack because they were so poor they couldn't afford to feed them when she was little. How horrific is that??!!! Her Dad made her and 50 years later she still cries about it. He was a good man...but a VERY poor man. He didn't know any better. My parents love animals to the point of my Dad walking up to one of his neighbors and telling them that he would NEVER leave a dog penned outside for life. That it was NO life for a dog. Getting involved is our "thing".
We have always been known to cause a stir with animal issues...me and my parents.
I remember a stray cat coming into our garage when I was little...I named him Tigger. I wrote him a letter when he had to go....and I still have it. "Tigger you are the best cat EVER"...we had him for a mere week.
Oh...the turtle story is one of my favorites. When I was about 5 or 6 my friends and I found a turtle...put it in a pink tub with a rock and water...and promptly walked into my mom's bathroom where she was taking a BATH....and asked if we could keep it.
Naked Mom, 4-5 kids, Turtle in a bucket...you get the picture.
Anyway...we didn't keep the turtle...or Tigger...but lots of dachshunds had a good home in my life growing up. Thanks to my parents nurturing my love of animals...two little dachshunds still do have a good home with us.
:)
I love this blog..wish I had more time to get on more often. The blogs are great Sandy!!!
Carmen H
Pam asked: isn't it time she (Dragon's wifey poo) logged on too?
Well, Pam, at long last.....
HERE I AM.
Welcome guinevere!!!!
What a perfect name! I think yoou will ahve a lot of fun with us crazies in here. And what do you think of our ideas for Dragon Enterprises presents King Kitty Kastles and all the Byproducts? I'm sure you like the idea of all of us getting rich together, right? Do you have any otheer ideas for the business? Got to get off here for now but again welcome!
P.S. I bet you can keep that ole fire breathing dragon in check too! Ha.
Hope you can read between all the typo's. Besides giving tone of money to help animals, has anyone thought of anything they plan to purchase with our riches from the business? One of my first if to but Fly Boy his own helicopter!
Guinevere,
Welcome to the animal loving crazy’s!
Now that you have joined us, do we have to behave where Dragon is concerned or can we continue to be our ornery self’s with him?
Details, details, we need details on Dragon!
Does he really spit fire?
Does he really kick Demon kitty? We need details….
Oh My God!
Just on here a minute to check to see what is up and saw where Skeeter asked if dragon really does kick demon kitty. Kick Demon kitty? No way! Did you really say you kicked that cat dragon? I cannot believe you have done that and if guinevere knew I bet she'd kick you, right in the a--! And if she would agree to it and when we meet I want to add a a-- kicking to hers. Now, tell the truth dragon, you didn't really kick that sweet kitty did you?
No No No. Skeeter got carried away here. King Feline Evil Demon Devil Cat, or any other cat has NEVER been kicked by Dragon.
Okay Dragon,
Then just what does "here kitty, kitty, kitty" mean??? Tee hee, gotcha...
Oh man Dragon, do I feel better. It kind of worried me knowing the macho man kind of dragon you are and how that kind of temper can rise up. I sure am relieved to know you wouldn't do that even to King Kitty evil demon devil cat. Now tell the truth on this subject too, is he really your favorite pet or not?
Hey where is guinevere? I'm looking forward to getting to know her too. We need some things revealed about you dragon taht only she can tell. And by the way, where is the reasurance (to everyone that is worrying )about you are taking all of our good ideas and running with them without us? I still know you wouldn't do that cause you need us or at least those of us who are serious about the business, right? I mean if we were bad people here we could do the same and take your idea of the Kitty Kastle without you but we would NEVER do that. Remember we are loyal in here!
Calm down, girls. Dragon is a bit under the weather this evening, so you probably won't hear from him until tomorrow night. Let's see if I can quote him, "tell my adoring public I miss them and I'll be back soon".
Skeeter, please continue to be your same ole selves where Dragon is concerned. Unknown to him, I have been reading and watching all this time. I find his interactions with all of you hysterical. So, even though I've never posted before, I've always been here, reading away. I hope my appearance doesn't change the way all of you play with each other. It's a hoot! But, Pam wanted me to come out of hiding, so I did.
Let's see....details on Dragon. Well, he doesn't spit fire nearly as much as he used to. I try to keep his fuel low to prevent that. It does so dry out his skin. Not to mention MY skin. No, he has never (to my knowledge) kicked the cats. But, he does occasionally step on dogs. If they didn't lie in the doorways that wouldn't happen so much.
Skeeter, he used to talk alot about cats and duct tape, but I have no personal confirmation of that rumor. That was before my time.
When he comes back from being pitiful, I mean sick, be sure to all ask him about Mr. Donkey. I'll tell you if he doesn't, but I'd like to see what he says first. Wink Wink.....
Guinevere,
Ah, I am relieved that we can keep poking at the Dragon.... Sorry you are feeling a bit blue Dragon. I hope your illness has nothing to do with Guinevere popping out of hiding… Tee-hee.. You stay in your Dragon easy chair and get better soon. We will be fired up with your return….
Oh Guinevere, you have got my curiosity gooing wild about the donkey thing! Can't wait to hear this one. We will continue razing and giving dragon a hard time and teasing him too, I mean we all know how a man's ego needs stroking every so often, We to tend to gang up on him and I guess it's a bit unfair since he's the only guy here so far but well that's just how it is. Besides I think he is a big enoug dragon who can take it, right?
Tell dragon I'm sorry he is feeling under the weather and hope he is breathing fire again real soon. We miss him on here. Again, I am so glad you have joined us. I'm glad you've read all the past posts caus e that means you are up to date with all that we've talked about and you don't have to try and play catch up. Go take care of your dragon and come back soon as you can!
Uh-oh.......the Dragon has his tail in a twist over my Mr Donkey remark. I may have to lay low for a while...... I'm afraid he may use his fiery breath to light King Feline Ungrateful Evil Demon Devil Cat on fire....
Sometimes he can be such a ...well, such a DRAGON!
Too late Dragon, the cat is out of the bag! No pun intended but we will find out about Mr. Donkey, we are persistent gals here! Maybe a few Bloomer Droppers and the hot tub with Daisylouu and her harily legs will get the Dragon to talking!
Daisylouu,
What a ugly picture of you!
If Zoe were in the shot, it would be a better picture... Tee-hee
Guinevere,
You just just made the curiosity a lot worse! Fess Up girl! Between all of us we can handle Dragon! We won'r let him hurt your sweet kitty. By the way what is devil demon's and not so annoying's real names?
Sorry Pam. Dragon made me take a vow of silence not to reveal any family secrets, so you will just have to continue to use their "royal" names. We've got to let him have a little fun with "his adoring public". (eyes roll skyward)
Dragon's fire is coming back slowly. Hopefully he'll feel up to some witty banter tonight. Maybe he'll be able to find his wits this time. Hmmmmm...... He tends to lose them frequently.
About Mr Donkey.... Well, let's just say that the Dragon is really CUTE when he doesn't feel good and he wants his special snuggly friend to make him feel better........
Guinvere, It's ok, I understand but still curious about the donkey. Bet it is real snuggly. TEll Dragon hope he is up and brathing fire like normal real soon! We miss him here.
Does Mr. Snuggly Wuggly Donkey make a Dragon feel better?
Oh I am sooo ready to hear this one...
Hurry and get your steam Dragon…
To all my adoring and loving public, and even wifey pooh. Thank you for the hundreds of cards, letters, flowers, and well wishes. They all really made me feel better. It brought me back from the jaws of death. Wifey pooh would call it "just a cold" or something minor, but it was really close this time. I'm still not back to my former glory, but I'm able to get out of bed and function as a Dragon again. While I truly appreciate all the cards, letters, and flowers, but please, next time, just send cash.
The thought of me and Daisylouu and her hairy legs in the hot tub speeded up my recovery. Reminded me of my days in the old country and the Russian maidens that were my conquests. Uh-oh. I just remembered that wifey pooh doesn't know about the Russian maidens. This was pre-wifey pooh time. More explaining to do now....
As far as this Mr Donkey nonsense, you just need to know that Guinevere's elevator doesn't always go all the way to the top. What I do have is a pillow type device with a Dragon on it, and a cat in the Dragon's mouth. It is awfully snuggly when I am laying down. No, I would not snuggle up to a donkey! You must remember that I am already in bed with a jackass (wifey pooh).
This whole thread will soon be disappearing, so I will copy and paste it onto another post. Maybe wifey pooh just won't see it???
Well, since my elevator doesn't go all the way to the top, I can't be held responsible for any embarrasing Dragon stories I may let slip, can I???? Don't believe him, girls. It is indeed a donkey, and he's stuffed!! Technically, it is a pillow, but not all fire and vinegar like the Dragon wants you all to think. Oh no.... It's a little stuffed donkey, all cuddly and snuggly for big bad Dragon.
And what was SO PRECIOUS is this. When I came home from work the other evening when he was first feeling under the weather, I got him some comfy clothes to put on and tucked him into the recliner with blankies and pillows. I asked him if he needed anything else, and he just made these motions with his hand, looking like he wanted a baby or something. That's when I realized he wanted his Mr Donkey for snugglin. Sure enough, that's what he wanted. Better than a teddy bear.....
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