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This is Hunter. He's a Fox Terrier and in the pics he is 10 weeks old. He's now 6 months. He's a complete character and I love him to bits. He's my fourth Foxie. I've had them since I was a little Ryker.
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Miss Orange Cat and her big ol' belly.
I found her in my yard 10 years ago, and just assumed she belonged to someone in the area. I played with her sometimes but wasn't feeding her until she started getting skinnier and skinner! She was nothing but skin and bones on the day that I finally fed her a can of tuna. She's stayed with my family ever since then. Now she's a big fat kitty who guards our garden. See how alert and vigilant she is?
I found her in my yard 10 years ago, and just assumed she belonged to someone in the area. I played with her sometimes but wasn't feeding her until she started getting skinnier and skinner! She was nothing but skin and bones on the day that I finally fed her a can of tuna. She's stayed with my family ever since then. Now she's a big fat kitty who guards our garden. See how alert and vigilant she is?
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So, I often dogsit a little toy poodle named Pippa. I'm absolutely obsessed with her, haha. She's the cutest little thing ever! What cracks me up about toy dogs like Pippa and Clancy (my own dog, who I posted about earlier) is that they have such huge personalities despite their tiny bodies. Clancy and Pippa both see each other as competition (as they're both small, fluffy, white lapdogs). They're extremely passive-aggressive towards each other; whenever someone says that dogs are stupid I just want to show them the psychological warfare these two get into.
This is just a small sample. When I was dogsitting Pippa last summer, she immediately took over Clancy's bed:
Clancy freaked out over it, of course (she pants and paces a lot when she's freaking out):
Here's me trying to comfort her (look how soft her eyes are when she looks at me, we love each other so much
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Here's the two of them during a rare moment of peace:
Tl;dr- I FUCKING LOVE DOGS.
This is just a small sample. When I was dogsitting Pippa last summer, she immediately took over Clancy's bed:
Clancy freaked out over it, of course (she pants and paces a lot when she's freaking out):
Here's me trying to comfort her (look how soft her eyes are when she looks at me, we love each other so much
):
Here's the two of them during a rare moment of peace:
Tl;dr- I FUCKING LOVE DOGS.
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Visited home to find Obi guarding my brother's amazon prime stuff
Yes I wear black socks. Fucky you.
Yes I wear black socks. Fucky you.
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Here's a few pics of my cat Tobermory.
I opened the goddamn fridge for like 20 seconds to grab the milk or whatever and when I came back there's this. Note the plate of leftover chicken on the bottom shelf; pretty sure the plan was that I just wouldn't notice the cat in my fridge and that I'd close the door and the fucker would be free to eat my goddamn chicken.
Turns out that if you accidentally leave the flash on and try to take a pic of a cat at night then this can happen. Whoops. Solaire would be proud though.
I opened the goddamn fridge for like 20 seconds to grab the milk or whatever and when I came back there's this. Note the plate of leftover chicken on the bottom shelf; pretty sure the plan was that I just wouldn't notice the cat in my fridge and that I'd close the door and the fucker would be free to eat my goddamn chicken.
Turns out that if you accidentally leave the flash on and try to take a pic of a cat at night then this can happen. Whoops. Solaire would be proud though.
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My wife and I had a Toy Fox Terrier for a while, but we had to put him to sleep because he started getting aggressive with strangers. But he was a really smart dog. He knew a lot of tricks and I litter box trained him. His name was Apollo and he was the first dog my wife ever had and they loved each other to death. And man could he jump.
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Right now, I've got two.
We're not sure if he's a double merle (most likely, he isn't), but he's easily the most submissive dog in the world. I have never once heard him bark, he has never bit anything, and his only crime is occasionally knocking over the trashcan to get at chicken bones. Also, those are @Oglooger 's legs, not mine.
Whereas Rowdy always appears regretful about something, Haggar has the rage of a million fiery suns in his eyes. I swear he's planning world domination.
We're not sure if he's a double merle (most likely, he isn't), but he's easily the most submissive dog in the world. I have never once heard him bark, he has never bit anything, and his only crime is occasionally knocking over the trashcan to get at chicken bones. Also, those are @Oglooger 's legs, not mine.
Whereas Rowdy always appears regretful about something, Haggar has the rage of a million fiery suns in his eyes. I swear he's planning world domination.
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Is that a Sunburst?Right now, I've got two.
We're not sure if he's a double merle (most likely, he isn't), but he's easily the most submissive dog in the world. I have never once heard him bark, he has never bit anything, and his only crime is occasionally knocking over the trashcan to get at chicken bones. Also, those are @Oglooger 's legs, not mine.
Whereas Rowdy always appears regretful about something, Haggar has the rage of a million fiery suns in his eyes. I swear he's planning world domination.
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We had to put my cat down last week. She was half blind, senile, and had become incontinent. We got her shortly after I graduated high school and she was pretty old. She loved to sit on the back of the couch behind me and groom my hair. She'd honestly do it for hours if you'd let her.
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Both Storm and Carl in their rough playing mode. When both of them are outside, they always go all out, even in the snow. Thankfully, it never gets serious.
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Of course. They're relaxed, they can compress their bodies, they regulate their own eating patterns...
They might be babby's first lizard, but I love em.
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When I lived at the old place, I captured and befriended a house mouse:
I called him Gareth, because he was a fucking little thief. I caught many, many mice over the time I lived in Huntington, but Gareth was special, and he was a good little guy - closest thing I had to a pet over the last few months. I released him before my move to Greenlawn, over at the trainyard. I used to jokingly call him the Prophet Mousehammed, in honor of @Sammy. Dollars to donuts he's doing fine and met with the dozens of other mice I released at the trainyard.
I called him Gareth, because he was a fucking little thief. I caught many, many mice over the time I lived in Huntington, but Gareth was special, and he was a good little guy - closest thing I had to a pet over the last few months. I released him before my move to Greenlawn, over at the trainyard. I used to jokingly call him the Prophet Mousehammed, in honor of @Sammy. Dollars to donuts he's doing fine and met with the dozens of other mice I released at the trainyard.
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Huh. I never forced pictures of my furbabbies on you guys? Well, allow me to change that. Behold! The trinity of kitties I share my bed with on chilly nights!
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They are all so lovely!
I assume Niggerman is the black one?
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My beloved, dearly departed foxie, Watson, when he was a pup. He passed away from lymphoma in 2014:
Another, new pic of my new pup, Hunter:
Another, new pic of my new pup, Hunter:
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