We Love Our Pets......BUT...
When I was growing up and did bad things, my parents always said, "Wait until YOU have kids." or "I hope YOUR kids give you as much grief." I guess they believed in karma and that what goes around comes around.
Well, since I never wanted kids, I figured I wouldn't have to deal with such karma coming my way.Ha Ha. Then came Scooter.
Sure, we love our pets (and our kids if we have them), but there are times that we do not LIKE them. A lot of people don't admit this. You know the type of parent that always blames OTHER kids for their own kid's misdeeds. My parents were never like this, as they knew I was always the ringleader. Like when my friends and I were playing in the woods and I cut my finger. It was bleeding and I got the bright idea that we should be blood sisters. I took my friend into our bathroom and cut her thumb with the razor blade out of my dad's razor. We became blood sisters, but she went home with her thumb in her mouth, because it was bleeding rather profusely. It took about 5 minutes for the phone to start ringing.
I love all my pets, but for different reasons. And there are things about each I could do without. The cats: Catfish is more skittish and quiet and not much of a cuddler, but I love him for this, because I know the rough life he led before being rescued and understand. He does give affection, and because it's not given easily, I appreciate it all the more. I feel more protective of him. Tarzan is more personable, but sometimes his loud meowing get on my nerves.
Zoe has always been a sweet, quiet and well-behaved dog, but she whines, whines, whines, especially when you've been gone and return home. Or when you get out the leash for a walk. It's BAD. She wakes up The Boss every night when I come home.
Peanut is my Little Man, a dog that has always been a little wuss. He's the only pet I've had since a pup (5 months) and I guess that's why I feel so protective of him as a mama's boy. He really doesn't get on my nerves at all, because he doesn't scratch or bark to go in our out, he just sits there. He always eats all of his food and he never digs in the yard and has never had a foot bath. I can't think of anything bad to say about him, other than he once stole a pork chop off the table.
Scooter. You all know about Scooter, the bossy,smart alpha dog who is in charge of everything and everyone. He was an escape artist and is a digger. He's had more foot baths than I can count. He wants to go in and out constantly. He cost us big bucks for private training, which really helped with his bossy ways, but he's still my cross to bear. Don't people with a bunch of kids always have one that gives them the most grief? He even chewed up my Raggedy Anne doll I had since I was a few years old, circa 1963. I salvaged the dress, but the doll is long gone. The Boss got me a new one, but it's NEW, not my original. Of all the things he's done, that probably ticks me off the most. What do I like about him? He's smart as a whip and now that he's been trained, he listens well and is great on a leash. But he's still Scooter.
So, tell us about your pets--each one--what is the best thing about them, and what is the worst thing about them.
Above is Amy's dog, Jake, who hogs up the air vents and makes everyone sweat! I suggest Amy get him his own little fan, but be warned: Fans can be dangerous to little toes and feet, right Stacy? :)
posted by Sandy at 6/11/2007 06:33:00 AM
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Jake is a beautiful doggie! I can still see him in my mind dragging that vent around the house. Too funny!
As I have mentioned before, Skeeter was my angel cat! He was darn near perfect in every way! There will be no other as perfect….
Sheba is a pest in the middle of the night because she wakes us up for lovings! Like you with Catfish Sandy, we know she had a tough life in the woods and she is very independent so any attention she wants we give it to her because she does not require a lot of attention. Her water thing with the faucet is annoying also.
Cheetah is the verbal whiney cat that needs attention and does not like the daily routine messed with. She hates anyone else in the house with us and she gets dingle balls on her butt!
If only we could take the good from each cat and make our own, but I guess we will continue to turn on the water faucet for Sheba and wipe Cheetahs butt!
Just got a minute here but ahd to reply.
I used to say to my daughter," I hope your kids do that and hope your kids act just like you when you ahve them". Guess what? They do and now guess wht I say to her? Pay back is a bitch ain't it? Then I say a little prayer of Thank you Jesus and laugh at her,ha. It comes full circle. But I do have good grand kids they are just normal kids who sometimes misbehave but they mind well and would never dream of acting up in public cause they know what they would get. I do thank God that they are healthy and able to misbehave sometimes.
As Sandy, you're right you do get paid back even if it's with your animal kids.
Brittany is the one who drives me nuts in the mornings because she wants me to get up to get thier breakfast but she starts about 3:00 or 3:30am. She walks all over me and gets in my face and meows, she paces back and forth and jumps from the bed to the chest of drawers and back to the bed. She gets really impatient. If I refuse to get up she will eventually lie back down beside me but she bugs the crap out of me trying to get me up.
When Courtney lies beside me in the chanir she wants me to rub her chin and head so she will take her paw and put it on me to let me know. She keeps it up till I rub her and if I stop she puts her paw back on me and rubs her head against my arm or hand but that isn't anything bad. It's just if I'm on the lap top or trying to work on something she won't let me alone, if she wants to be rubbed she lets me know.
They all three dig in the carpet and that drives me nuts but I've tried everything to stop them and so far nothing works.
On people bad sheep, Fly Boy is the baby of nine, he has 4 sisters and 4 brothers. He has twin brothers one, Bob is deceased now bless him but poor Bob was known everywhere as the black sheep of the family. It didn't bother him, he was just who he was and if you didn't like it tough. Fly Boy's Mom always said poor Bob this and poor Bob that, he was still her baby and that was all that mattered.
Sandy, you were such a little brat! I can relate, I was probably a lot worse than you were,ha!
Lucy is my whiner---Charlie just sits in my face and licks. Lucy is so desperate for love, you'd think she has been locked in a cage for her three years with us. And when she doesn't get what she wants, she will go pee on the carpet--not a flood--just enough to make a point. Pearl scratched the wall paper off the walls. It's not as bad now, but she has destroyed two walls in the living room that I've had to "operate" on. I love that cat, but she has her own little ways. We give out lite spankings with the fly swatter. Charlie get the "leave it to Beaver" chats. He listens SO intently and hangs his head in shame--then he puts his head on my shoulder and kisses me to tell me he's sorry. Poor Baby--he will be an eternal pup. But even though they have some faults, they love me and keep me safe, no matter how many faults I have. Unconditional love and a bit of pee on the side--but I thank God for all three of them.
Pam, Daisy's cats wake her up too very early, which was strange because she's had Sassy, the oldest, for 14 years and she didn't do it until recently. It got so bad and she got no sleep she had to start putting the cats in the basement for bedtime.
Since she's whooping it up in the Bahamas, I'll tell her pets faults: Sassy none (other than waking her up lately) Tiger, taken in off the streets, was the real sassy cat and was one pet that didn't worship the ground Daisy walked on. She is old now and has diabetes probably, and she pees everywhere. My Mom doesn't mind, because she pees on little throw rugs, so my Mom washes them every day.
According to Mom, Bennie is an angel that was ruined by Murphy, who taught him hot to bark and chase squirrels. Bennie is jealous and some people he doesn't like. Murphy is happy-go-lucky, but loves to bark. When it's time to get up, Murphy makes this god-awful barking, yipping, whining combination he's so excited and will continue with the racken until he gets what he wants (breakfast, outside, etc.)
Brett, you could always try spraying Pearl with a bottle of water when she does something bad--it works for some cats.
And the peeing....sounds like Peanut used to be. Submissive urination. They just get either so excited or upset that a little comes out. When I first rescued Peanut, whenver you went to him just to pet him, he rolled on his back and peed a little!
My friend Carmen has a Doxie with urination issues. The best product for the carpets that she uses is called "Nature's Miracle."
But you are right--we all have faults!
I think I'm not having kids! Ha If payback is true, I'm in for a hell of a time. I was such a bad kid, you have no idea. I was suspended from school every year from 7th grade until I graduated. I did all kinds of bad things, skipped school, smoked cigerettes and pot at school, took booze to share with friends on a dare, got into a fist fight with a teacher, but in my defence he had a 2x4 that he thought he could swat me with and I got mad. I put the cat in the washing machine, used to sneak out at night and have friends sneak in, So I'm in for it if I have a kid. Maybe it's a good thing that I can't. HA! The Foreman wasn't any better except he never got caught. I guess that's why I never cared about doing all the things that most kids do while they are in college. I had already done them. I guess it's a good thing for my mother that I was her only child. I don't think she could have handled another one.
Mattie will push your hand until you pet her and always wants to be in your lap or right up against you. She will follow you around the house and get under your feet. I can't tell you how many times I have stepped on her. Oscar barks. It's this throty howl/bark. It was cute for a little while, but now he does it all the time especially when he's excited about something. He also thinks he has to be on all the furniture all the time. If I tell him to get off the chair, he will get in the recliner, off the recliner on the couch. He hates having to be on the floor. Stella's only problem is that she wants all the attention when the other two are getting it. She's a clutz and always has to stand on your feet which wouldn't be so bad if she didn't weigh 120 lbs. But all that aside, they are the best. I wouldn't trade them for any other. Not even pets that are past. They are each there own individual and unique.
I sound a lot like you again Adrienne, though I never got it that much trouble at school! I did ditch now and then, but I got pretty good grades. As for the other things....well,you know all too well! LOL. When I went to college I felt the same way: been there, done that. Ho hum. Plus, most of the kids in college were the types I didn't like in high school!
Like The Foreman, my sister never got caught either. I broke in the parents and I always argued with them and didn't hide much. I always defended myself. My sister flew under the radar.
Dang Adrienne, you were worse than my rocker friends back when I was in the bands,ha. Well maybe not worse than all of them,ha but most really. Girl you were the typical "wild child" but sounds like you turned out just fine. It just takes a little growing up and maturing for us all. I didn't do what you did in school but I did it outside of school so really the only difference was you showed a little more disrespect for authority. But sounds like maybe that teacher didn't deserve much respect since he didn't respect you as well if he was trying to hit you with a board. These days he would be fired for even talking about doing that, times have changed.
And on the payback with the kids, it's really not that bad but it's fun to rub it in your kid's face,ha.
Hey what is going on with Jazzy? Is he doing ok with his new family? Also was that cat ok after you put it in the washer? Sure hope it didn't drown. Give us a update on both.
Hey, where's Shannon? I miss her!
I wouldn't say I had a disrespect for authority as much as I felt the need to challenge it. I was never sneaky about anything. I was always upfront and in your face about what I was doing. My mom had said at one time she considered having another child, but I quickly changed her mind.
The cat I put in the washer was fine. My mom rescued her from me. It was my moms cat Ashley that died a few months ago. She got sick from the pet food recall issue and had to be put down. She was 17. She never really liked me, but it isn't any wonder why.
Jazzy is doing great at his new home. Julia said that he is the best cat with her. She got him a collar and he now has free run of her back yard. She takes him to Baltimore with her and she said he likes the car and gets along with her mothers cats. I feel good about letting him go even though I was sad. It was what was best for him. The only problem she had was he went out the front door and ran into a neighbors house and she had to catch him.
Adrienne, I am so glad that Jazzy is doing well at his new home! I was a bit worried about him but now I can send my worry’s elsewhere! Are you still working on becoming a Foster family with Goldens? Just wondering how that is going...
Wow, I was the good kid in school. Shy, average student and did my best to fly low under the radar so as to not be noticed. Once graduating HS, I turned into a bit of a wild child. Never defied my parents but did some stupid things that I wish I could take back but we live and we learn. I did learn from my mistakes but like others I was lucky enough to not be caught at doing any crazy things! Thank you guardian angel for watching over me!
Yeh, where is Shannon? I am guessing too busy at the ball field..
gee we need to write all this down--we can call it "Female Pet Owners Gone WILD!"
Skeeter, We still want to be a foster family, but I am not working at the moment so we are watching our pennies and we think it would be too much for us at the moment. When I go back to work, we will persue it again. I wish I had unlimited funds and could foster and adopt every animal I could and even a 2 legged child, but we don't so we can't. I'll let you know how it goes.
Brett, You have no idea how wild I was. It's a miracle that I got married at 18 and stayed married. 11 years next month.
Trust me--I wasn't exactly Little Boy Blue--We just celebrated our ten year in December 06--and trust me--in the gay world, THATS A MIRACLE
Yeah, me and Sweetie have been together 10 years this past January. I can relate to the miracle concept, Brett. It applies alot in the straight world too. Still amazes me sometimes.
I'll have to talk about my "wild oats" when I have more time. Mine didn't happen until I was older--nearly 20. Thank you USMC!!
Mine started with fraternity in 1987--it was like turning laura ingells into nellie olson--translation day became night!
Oh Brett the Stories that have come out on this Blog are enough to make Nellie blush!
Can we say repent? I am not Catholic, can I say that???
Oh, the Saint and I have been together for 20 years but married 18 years this Dec. 16. A miracle considering the way we hooked up all those years ago...
Pam & Skeeter,
Thanks for missing me! I am missing ya'll(and everyone else)too!
You hit the nail on the head Skeeter. Tonight was our last ball game(sniff sniff..I miss it already!)until we see if my girls made allstars. I always hope they do because I love ball season so much that I hate to see it end!
We are leaving in the morning for a quick vacation to the gulfand will be back this weekend.
Ya'll all take care and behave. Or if you don't behave, at least keep me posted on all the gossip and juicy details when I get back!
I'm not catholic either-I was raised pentecostal (GUILT GUILT GUILT)As I have said before, I broke three cardinal rules when I joined with Jeremy,
1 I joined with a catholic
2, I joined with a catholic yankee
3. I joined with a soldier
My grandmother must be dizzy in heaven from all that spinning shes done in her grave
AND PLEASE--don't everybody launch into a tyraid about Yankees and catholics--lets just leave those horse in their stalls
Oh my gosh! O'Malley said, "Ya'll all......."
Your wit sure does amuse me Brett!
Too funny…
oh skeeter-the stories I could tell you about my life--God certainly has a sense of humor--my life has been the longest running joke ever produced--but helpig make God laugh comes with kuods--I've seen more miracles Or what I consider miracles as I am the eternal pesimist)that a lot of people ever see in their lives.
Brett, sorry, but my Mother is the eternal pessimist. :)
Adrienne, I don't know how it works there, but here foster famililes pay only for food, and the shelter pays for vet care and meds and all that stuff. So foster a tiny pet that doesn't eat much!
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