Here are my two beloved dogs who do the same.
Camie the Keeshond is the sweetest natured dog ever. Keeshonds are a stocky type dog (generally 38 to 45 lbs) and very furry. A few hundred years ago they were used for killing rats on barges. Camie, however, does not hunt or kill anything and is somewhat timid. Camie must be in whatever room I’m in. I got her from a rescue. Actually, I had gone to PetsMart to get bird seed and saw people from the rescue unloading dogs. I went over to the cages and started reading the tags on each cage and looking and talking to each dog. Camie, the name given to her by the rescue, was cowering in the back of the cage. I got on my knees to talk to her and she came up to the door of the cage and gave my fingers the tiniest little lick. That was it. I had a dog. I was told she was two years old when I got her and I’ve had her since August of 1999.
The black and tan one is a 15 lb Miniature Pinscher. She is my crooked little dog and her name is CJ Picasso. She is very independent and somewhat of a brat because she doesn’t always listen but I love her anyway. CJ was just a tiny 5lb puppy when my daughter saw her wandering around up in a small town in Northern Arizona. There were not many houses around but she went to a few and no one claimed it. My daughter then arrived at the place where she was visiting, the grandmother of a friend, and found out it belonged to a guy who’d been thrown in jail. The guy had given it to the grandmother who used a walker to get around and already had four dogs. She told my daughter to take the puppy cuz it would end up freezing to death outside or become a larger animal’s dinner. My daughter brought the puppy home to me in December of 1999. So then there were two.
Camie didn’t quite know what to do with this 5 lb. bundle of energy. CJ never stopped moving, running, pulling on Camie’s fur, tearing up shoes, emptying wastebaskets and tearing all the tissues into a million tiny pieces and sometimes eating them. I had to start putting all the wastebaskets in the sink and all my shoes up high until she got past that stage. Camie tolerated her for a few months until they got used to each other. I wish I had photos of all the times CJ would pull out tufts of gray fur from Camie. She’d stand there triumphant with gray fur hanging out of her mouth looking like Fu Man Chu.
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Tonight on CSI dog *key WHO music* (sorry for the swears but hope is funny)Well be shiting in the streetsWho be picking up shit on the streetsWho let dog shit on my yard? Who, who, who, who? Did you your dog do this? Who, who, who, who? Who dog are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are left this mess for me step into? Who, who, who, who? I woke up and walk out my doorway to step in it A man knew me said "THAT GROSS"He said "You can use the hoseIf your dog shiting dont walk awayWho your owner? Who, who, who, who? Who is shitting in my yard? Who, who, who, who? Who the fuck is doing this to me this morning?Who, who, who, who? Who the hell is going clean this mess up ? Who, who, who, who? I know there's a place you walked so i will let my dog take shitWhere you step is the shit beMy heart is full broken shitI only one who knows who did this Who, who, who, who?
😆 Thanks Mel….that's exactly how I felt that morning.
😆 Naw….just a quick spray of water….doesn't hurt them….they just don't like to be sprayed. Never chased the small dog. I don't think it even saw me….just the spray of water coming towards it. It's the owners who really irritate me. Come to think of it, I should have sprayed that one owner.
LoL spray the owner Oh remends me of show when one people did that and the owner of the pet came around and spray them and the police get called hmm trying to think of show.
"A dog won't poop in it's own bed".:coffee:
thank god for that
Oh, and I only swear when no one can hear me. My dogs will hear me sometimes swear at the computer and they always leave the room. Once in a while, one of them will poop on the carpet in the middle of the night. When I get up in the morning and see it, I never scold or hit them, but I swear at the poop. CJ will run behind a chair and Camie will sit there and look all around but not look at me as if she is pretending I'm not there.
They are your dogs, but maybe you aren't letting them out enough?When my Granny's dog Gretchen got old, I had to take her out for a walk at 10pm so that she could make it thru the night.First thing in the morning she had to go out again.:coffee:
They have the run of the doggie door from 5am till 10pm, when I close it. Actually, I keep it closed till 7am but go outside with them a couple of times first thing in the morning till I open it for the day at 7am. Then just before I go to bed, 10:30 or 11:30, I go outside in the back with them to make sure they go and also to make sure they don't start barking at something. But sometimes, for some reason, one of them has to go in the middle of the night. If I feed them too late, like after 5pm, then I will have a problem. I try to remember to make 5pm my cut off time for food and no snacks either. The city has a noise ordinance 10pm till 7am. I don't take them for walks anymore because of the loose dogs in my neighborhood and I no longer feel safe walking around at night. Camie is on medication too so I think that sometimes gets her off kilter.
Well there it is. If you don't feel safe, you aren't going to go out. Are you in Phoenix, or Santa Fe?:cool:
i want to have a pet but i don't know if i have thhe time to take care of it
It is a problem alright.:coffee:
Yes, Tyler, I am in Phoenix. The neighborhood I live in is not that bad but it has changed somewhat. Ehsan, yes, pets do take some time. I am lucky that what I do to make extra money doesn't have me away from home so long. I do not have a job where I am gone 8 to 12 hours a day. A cat might be ok for that long because they are more independent and you can have a cat box. But they can miss their owner too. I went to take care of my son's three cats when he was gone for three weeks at a time getting his over-the-road truck driving license. The would all come running over to me when I came once a day to feed them and clean their cat box.
Oh no! He married a possesive clinging vine. I am glad I am not him.He could make $40 to $60 grand and be home every two or three days doing regional. Hell she could ride with him.:coffee:
He has taken many lumps and right now there is nothing available as far as driving. He will not go regional for personal reasons and he does not want to be gone days at a time.
No, the company promised him a local trucking job then when he finished getting the CDL, they said there was nothing available so for the last three years he's done various things.
So, your son is an over the road trucker? I did it for over 30 years. Is he liking it? I think he will find that it is more than a job, it's a lifestyle that just absorbs you after awhile.
He is going to have to go regional. Local jobs are hard to get, they want really experienced drivers for operating in the city. Michigan is a depressed state, yet there are dozens of jobs for truck drivers. So, he needs to take his lumps and get to work.:up:
Pam, my dad used to say, "A smart dog won't go in his own yard." Maybe that's why they tend to use someone else's! As for the one walking the dog, I'd have squirted him – not the dog! 😆
Babs, your dad is probably right. And I really wish I'd squirted the owner. 😆 My mom did something once that surprised me. Years ago some new neighbors moved in next to them. They had a large dog that was unleashed but would never go outside of its property line……..unless to go. Every day my mom would find a pile in the small area between their homes. She got a plastic bag, filled it till it had several days worth, and put the bag by their door early one morning. The dog wasn't out or she wouldn't have been able to do that. She said the the owners must have gotten the point because she never found a pile after that.
People can be so frigging rude. In NYC they passed a law forcing people to pick up their pet's crap. In fact, it has improved the smell of the place a little.
😆 You mom sounds like my friend! 😀 He shoveled up the mess from his neighbor's dog and deposited it beside their swimming pool.
He told me his neighbor asked him if he'd seen a strange dog around, so he said, "Do you mean the strange one that comes out of your yard to dump in mine?" The owner brought the dog in after that.
😆 Oh good thing he didn't deposit it INTO the swimming pool! I've heard of things like that. He was probably saying to the dog owner, that's where it's going to go if it doesn't stop.
We have laws like that here too, inluding the leash law, but not enough people to enforce it. There are times when the pound will catch animals and if they are tagged the owners notified. When they come to pick up the dog, they are given a warning the first time, then fined $300 (I think), if there dog is caught again. What is really sad is that often the owner can't or won't pay the fine then the dog is euthanized after three days.
Out in the country, we are pretty much on our own. The guy that owned the dog was lucky my friend didn't just shoot it.
Years ago, I lived in a "hippy hatch". There were dogs and cats and chickens and horses, all pooping all over the place. If you want to live on a farm and have animals, you get to know about poop. You shovel it up and put it in a composting area. When it dries out, you can grow anything with it.We always had a pretty nice garden. I used to grow six foot zuchinni. Horses have to have their stalls shoveled out every day.
I grew up on a farm – pigs, cows, goats, chickens – lots of shoveling! The pigs were the worst!
I agree about the pigs. My neighbor down the road had some pigs. We didn't have any at my place.:cool:
I had to do a study on them in one of my classes about the environment. Scientists are trying to come up some sort of feed they can eat so they don't drive out the neighbors! They should have figured that out years ago! 😆
Funny, but wild pigs don't smell.:cool:
The only wild pigs I ever smelled were the ones on the BBQ! 😀
I know nothing about pigs only that the babies are cute. And I don't know what wild ones eat but I'm guessing wild grasses and fruit? Do they eat meat….? I have no idea.
Wild Pigs eat anything that don't eat them first. They do eat dead animals, but they're also known to eat baby animals, lots of acorns and vegetation.
Had no idea they ate meat but I guess if hungry, an animal will eat anything.We've got wild pigs in parts of Arizona and I remember going hunting with my best friend's family. I think I was around 14. No one shot anything and I'm kind of glad because we would have to drive back home in the back of the truck with the dead pig.:eyes: They called them boars and they looked the same as in the pic although the ones my friend's dad described had tusks.
They use those tusks for digging up stuff to eat. I think they have been bred out of domestic pigs.
the tusks of a wild boar are very sharp. these tusks are also used as a defense weapon and can cut deeply. the temperament of a wild pig is not one to mess with. one minute you might think you are alone and suddenly, there are pigs running at you — you invaded their eating grounds and you will be ran-off! it is why i stopped going hunting with my uncle many years ago.i think feces smells to some degree from anything, even insects.funny how this post has turned from the origin of animal companions to poo-poo. the qualities of using poo and making poo are astounding, imo. another nickname i have for my furred friends is poo-poo head and pooper (kinda like birdie birds nickname, turd bird). 😉 i still think the photos are great pam and i'm glad you've got your loves to share in life's happiness of friendship. deb.
Yes it is amazing how many times a perfectly intellectual discussion can go right in the toilet without warning.:lol:
Whoah Close up pic of Camie looks like a wolfAnd CJ can make a good friend of my TamThey sort of have the same attitude!Finally she poses for the camera!
My dogs all had the same attitude: "Scratch my belly, and where is the food".
Deb: "the temperament of a wild pig is not one to mess with"…That's what I had heard from the brothers of the friend I went hunting with. Thank goodness we never came across any. It was my first time camping/hunting. Went a few times later in life. Never did really like it.Tyler: You are right….the subjects go all over the place in these posts. It's kinda fun seeing where they go…and, yes, my two will lay down on the floor belly up right in front of me just as I'm trying to leave……five more mintues mom…..pleeeeease.Zulia: I could have fixed the eyes in Paint Shop but decided to leave it cuz I kinda liked the spooky look. It's so opposite from her personality. And for CJ, I pretty much have to pick her up and hold to get a picture now.
Good Tuesday morning. I am up and drinking coffee. It rained this morning but it seems to have stopped now.:coffee:
Good morning, Tyler.:coffee: I've been up since 3:30…it's almost 6 now. I'm on my second cup but will stop after that and have a toasted baby bagel w/ cream cheese.
I just got home from work. I made a mistake and gave away somebody's pie. So, I stopped at off and bought the same kind of pie and will take it in to work. Office politics.
If I went to bed early, I'd be up at 3 in the morning too – But, I'm a night owl, and would rather sleep in late! 😆
That's the thing. I don't go to bed early. 10:30 to 11:30 is when I finally crash. But rarely sleep past 4 or 5.:zzz: :faint:
I get at least 6 hrs of sleep – on a good night. I count myself lucky if I'm off the computer by 11:30! 😆 You're just getting up – I'm just turning in It's 3:15 by my clock – catch you later! I have to take my mother shopping today. 🙂
Speaking of sleeping: Had a bad night; my back kept waking me up. I was tempted to take a pill, but then I would have had to blow my work off. The thing about that is: I like those old people.:yes:
Who sleeps laying down? I usually end up crashing in my chair – It keeps the kinks out of my back!
My husband and I used to have these two LayZboy recliners in the TV room. We both would fall asleep in them often.