Geez, my dog was at the Vet last week, he only weighs 27 pounds, she said that's about right for a Cocker Spaniel... He's become a real "shop dog" and real likes my Snap-on dealer, he brings him treats!!!!Quote:
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Geez, my dog was at the Vet last week, he only weighs 27 pounds, she said that's about right for a Cocker Spaniel... He's become a real "shop dog" and real likes my Snap-on dealer, he brings him treats!!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by mopar34
Thanks! That could be it, Don.Quote:
Originally Posted by Don Lyon
I'll make note of the breed name and claim he is one whether he is or not.
Incidentally, his name is "Cyrus", and no, I don't know why his name is Cyrus.
Speaking of creative names for cats, one of my brothers has two old tom-cats named "Lester" and "Otis".
Jim
Brian, after reading about your Sam, I had to tell you that we got one with the same attitude. It's name is Bailey and it belongs to my daughter. She's marked just like Sam but where Sam is red/orange, Bailey is grey. She attacks all unsuspecting people passing by her.:eek:
Give my your address and I will ship her to you. That way you can have a nearly matched pair of bushwackers.:LOL: :LOL:
Our new dog is just 7 lbs., a little Lhasa Apso (only 6 mos old). She has taken to cleaning the cats ears and if they don't oblige her, she pins them down and bites them. :eek: Even BJ.:D Funny thing is that three of them have all of their claws, but none ever strike out at her. Guess they know the difference between an annoyer and an attacker.:LOL: :LOL:Quote:
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Geez, my dog was at the Vet last week, he only weighs 27 pounds, she said that's about right for a Cocker Spaniel
I guess I’ll have to tell you people about Rambo, by that name it should tell a lot. My wife would try to feed him and he sent her to the emergency room for tetanus shot $114.00 by biting her foot. That should have been enough to send him packing but not my wife and that was five years ago. He would come and beat up the other cats I think just for the hell of it. I would break them up and he would go so far towards the woods and stop turn around and look at us. I tried to throw rocks toward him but it didn’t phase him. I said pretty soon one of these rocks are going to get you even though I can't see too well and I have bad arms but the law of averages worked and he let out a {damn you} in his language. Then the poor guy got shot probably by a hunter and then he came back not walking too good. We took him to the Vet, they had to knock him out and the x-ray showed over 30 pellets of buckshot in his backside. The Vet asked if we wanted to have him neutered while he was out we said yes. Now you couldn’t ask for a better cat and the one he tried to kill is now his Buddy and that is the name of the cat he was fighting with {Buddy}. With 17 Cats they all have stories. Rambo has some bad days like me where he has a hard time walking; they couldn’t take out the buck shot pellets.
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Richard
I am what you would call a neat freak. What I’m talking about is when I get cleaned up, I don’t want to touch anything that someone else touches then eat at a restaurant without washing my hands. I have been in the trenches so to speak working in some nasty places, eating lunch with whatever was on my hands but when I’m clean it’s different.
My wife’s Mother was having a dinner at her home, before I had anything to do with Cat’s. I didn’t have anything against them, I just didn’t want to touch them and eat or have them rub up against my clean pants leaving hair.
When I got my plate and went for the silverware that was set neatly on the table, I chose to open a drawer and found a plastic fork. I ate and laughed with everyone, good food, good company. When we were on our way home my wife said what did you think? I said it was nice but I have to confess that with the Cat I didn’t want to use the silverware on the table so I went to a drawer and I picked up a plastic fork.
My wife said I hate to tell you this but my Mom uses the plastic forks for the Cat’s can food. Well sh-t didn’t kill me so I guess that’s when I became a Cat person.
My wife just handed me a cup cake, I said I couldn’t eat that I’m holding the new Cat and trying to type. After eating the cup cake the cat left walking across the keyboard.
Times change.
Richard
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Been a little busy lately with travel and doing the Easter mambo with the family. Clicked off a couple quick shots of the "kids", 'Stache and Emma, they're about 18 months now. 'Stache is similar to Lucky in having medium long hair and a bushy tail. He and his sis have both stripes and spots, a little different.
The kids sure are growing up in a hurry Bob!!!! Betcha my puppy would really like to play with them two!!!! He loves cats!!! The pet shop where he gets his bath and nails trimmed has a huge black "house cat" that roams the place. Whenever I take Pepper there he gets his bath and nails done, then goes and plays with the cat!!!! Almost have him trained to let my bird ride on his head now too!!!! He's not real aggressive, to say the least!!!
They sure HAVE grown up, I remember them "dusting" your toy cars. Good looking guys too. :) :)
Don
