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I own a blue heeler and a ovcharka
They are the most autistic dogs i have ever raised, but i wouldnt have it any other way
They are the most autistic dogs i have ever raised, but i wouldnt have it any other way
What/how many pets do you all have?
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1 Basset hound, 2 cats and thinking of getting some fish since I miss having an aquarium.
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A Red Heeler and a German Shorthaired Pointer and they're great.
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I have twelve cats. No fucking shit; I am a legit cat lady.
Seven of them are battle-scarred FIV+ ex-tomcats I ended up with because I trap feral cats to have them spayed/neutered, and all of these boys turned out to be tame.
One is a total sissyboy declawed cat who has never (AFAIK) set foot outside in his life; his previous owner took him to our vet and wanted him euthanized because he wasn't using the litterbox. My vet refused to do it, talked the owner into surrendering him, and when I came in a couple of days later to pick up meds for one of my cats I got asked if I wanted another "project cat." He was only two years old at the time, and it turned out that his declaw was badly done (not that there's ever a good one, but this one was egregiously bad), so any kind of litter hurts his front feet. After much patient experimentation, we've worked out a solution, and he uses the box like he should. He was an anxious mess when I first got him, but he's a happy dude now. He and all of the ex-tomcats get along with each other, and will sometimes sleep together in a mass in the middle of my bed. I call it the Bro Pile.
One is a gigantic, longhaired female cat who looks like a furry throw pillow with a cat head and tail attached, and is just about as smart as your average throw pillow, too. She's the weird, awkward girl who just wants to be liked, but gets ignored by all the other cats, so I have to pick up their slack.
One is a tiny tortoiseshell girl who is fiendishly clever and was probably a criminal mastermind in a previous life. She lives to fuck my shit up, but she's kind of hilarious, so I let her live. She's an honorary member of the Bro Pile.
One is a battle-scarred ex-tomcat who is, amazingly, not FIV+. He doesn't like other cats at all distrusts humans, and only sort-of tolerates me. He has a chronic autoimmune condition (stomatitis) that requires medication. Fortunately, he takes his meds in food and his condition is under control, but he lives in my backyard and refuses to set foot in the house. Someday, a coyote will probably eat him, and I'll be heartbroken, but until then his life is pretty damned good.
The last one is roughly 18 years old, with cataracts, and deaf as a post, but the sweetest old man you can imagine. He has no teeth left and drools like Russell Greer when he purrs. Since he's deaf, he yowls at top volume when he can't find me, until I go reassure him that I'm here; he especially likes to do this between 2:00 and 4:00 AM. Last year, somebody abandoned him, in a cat carrier full of piss and shit, behind a convenience store in my neighborhood. I'm the neighborhood cat lady, so of course I got asked if I could take him. He's doing surprisingly well for a rickety, half-blind old motherfucker. He hasn't quite found his niche in the Bro Pile yet, but a couple of the ex-toms and the sissyboy declawed guy really like him.
No, I can't have nice things because I've chosen to have all these fucking cats instead, but have long since made my peace with that.
Seven of them are battle-scarred FIV+ ex-tomcats I ended up with because I trap feral cats to have them spayed/neutered, and all of these boys turned out to be tame.
One is a total sissyboy declawed cat who has never (AFAIK) set foot outside in his life; his previous owner took him to our vet and wanted him euthanized because he wasn't using the litterbox. My vet refused to do it, talked the owner into surrendering him, and when I came in a couple of days later to pick up meds for one of my cats I got asked if I wanted another "project cat." He was only two years old at the time, and it turned out that his declaw was badly done (not that there's ever a good one, but this one was egregiously bad), so any kind of litter hurts his front feet. After much patient experimentation, we've worked out a solution, and he uses the box like he should. He was an anxious mess when I first got him, but he's a happy dude now. He and all of the ex-tomcats get along with each other, and will sometimes sleep together in a mass in the middle of my bed. I call it the Bro Pile.
One is a gigantic, longhaired female cat who looks like a furry throw pillow with a cat head and tail attached, and is just about as smart as your average throw pillow, too. She's the weird, awkward girl who just wants to be liked, but gets ignored by all the other cats, so I have to pick up their slack.
One is a tiny tortoiseshell girl who is fiendishly clever and was probably a criminal mastermind in a previous life. She lives to fuck my shit up, but she's kind of hilarious, so I let her live. She's an honorary member of the Bro Pile.
One is a battle-scarred ex-tomcat who is, amazingly, not FIV+. He doesn't like other cats at all distrusts humans, and only sort-of tolerates me. He has a chronic autoimmune condition (stomatitis) that requires medication. Fortunately, he takes his meds in food and his condition is under control, but he lives in my backyard and refuses to set foot in the house. Someday, a coyote will probably eat him, and I'll be heartbroken, but until then his life is pretty damned good.
The last one is roughly 18 years old, with cataracts, and deaf as a post, but the sweetest old man you can imagine. He has no teeth left and drools like Russell Greer when he purrs. Since he's deaf, he yowls at top volume when he can't find me, until I go reassure him that I'm here; he especially likes to do this between 2:00 and 4:00 AM. Last year, somebody abandoned him, in a cat carrier full of piss and shit, behind a convenience store in my neighborhood. I'm the neighborhood cat lady, so of course I got asked if I could take him. He's doing surprisingly well for a rickety, half-blind old motherfucker. He hasn't quite found his niche in the Bro Pile yet, but a couple of the ex-toms and the sissyboy declawed guy really like him.
No, I can't have nice things because I've chosen to have all these fucking cats instead, but have long since made my peace with that.
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I have three cats and a baby.
Two are your average domestic shorthairs, a Tortie and a white and orange, one's a Maine Coon mix, and the baby is just a baby.
The mix is the most photogenic one, by which I mean he's the biggest attention whore.
Two are your average domestic shorthairs, a Tortie and a white and orange, one's a Maine Coon mix, and the baby is just a baby.
The mix is the most photogenic one, by which I mean he's the biggest attention whore.
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I don't have any pets anymore because they became too expensive to care for. :/ I had a pet Turtle that I got at 9 years old but he died.
He was my favorite pet and I still miss him.
He was my favorite pet and I still miss him.
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Technically they are my dumb stepsisters fishes but, since lately Ive been taking care of them a lot, I guess they are also mine.
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1 spoiled cat, that is scared of everything even thought he's huge.
1 very social rabbit, that will demand head pets from you and will thump at you if you ignore him.
1 very social rabbit, that will demand head pets from you and will thump at you if you ignore him.
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I have an English Springer Spaniel named Princess Mollbelina.
And nobody ever has enough respecc to call her by her full given name. So rude.
And nobody ever has enough respecc to call her by her full given name. So rude.
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You had me at the hamster, I love hammies. Had one when I was ten and she was a weirdo. For whatever reason I chose to get the "three-story" cage so she'd have a lot of room but the only tube she'd use was the one to get to her den on the roof, which was also where she had her food storage. So to get to her water and food bowl, she'd climb up the side of the cage, then once she stuffed her cheeks, she used the wheel to get down, going "BANG" at the bottom. She wasn't exactly an escape artist, but I think one of my little brothers once opened the door when we were staying at our grandparents' place for a few months and she was gone for an hour or so. So for the rest of her life (which was like another year-and-a-half lmao), I used clothespins to keep the doors shut just in case. She chewed up the edges of my Harry Potter books 'cause I was stupid to have them by the cage, and I only ever heard her squeak once. She was a black bear hamster, for reference.
Never got another hamster, though. Sometimes I think about getting another one, but then I look at my room and wonder what shit to toss out to make room for the (much smaller, learned my lesson) cage, food, and bedding. But I also have three cats and that'd probably be a disaster anyway, so yeah. We were lucky enough none of the cats tried to get into the fish tank when we had a bunch of fish for a few years. Started out with two goldfish we named Pinky and Brain (not actual pictures of them, just the breed). Watching Brain grow was actually really cool to see, so no regrets having fish in that regard. 'Course we ended up getting so much more such as tetras (one we called Chibi lasted for a good few years actually for an "accidental purchase" fish), apple snails, a leopard pleco (that we eventually called "Big Al") and platies even before they died. Only for it to turn out that the two platies we got were male and female, so we ended up with fries before we knew it. They bred themselves to death eventually, that was quite something to experience lol.
I think the only fish we buried were Pinky, Brain, and Chibi since we have three trees, so we affectionately call the trees by those names. Maybe we buried a couple of platies by the Chibi-tree, I don't remember anymore.
So yeah, just got cats.
Never got another hamster, though. Sometimes I think about getting another one, but then I look at my room and wonder what shit to toss out to make room for the (much smaller, learned my lesson) cage, food, and bedding. But I also have three cats and that'd probably be a disaster anyway, so yeah. We were lucky enough none of the cats tried to get into the fish tank when we had a bunch of fish for a few years. Started out with two goldfish we named Pinky and Brain (not actual pictures of them, just the breed). Watching Brain grow was actually really cool to see, so no regrets having fish in that regard. 'Course we ended up getting so much more such as tetras (one we called Chibi lasted for a good few years actually for an "accidental purchase" fish), apple snails, a leopard pleco (that we eventually called "Big Al") and platies even before they died. Only for it to turn out that the two platies we got were male and female, so we ended up with fries before we knew it. They bred themselves to death eventually, that was quite something to experience lol.
I think the only fish we buried were Pinky, Brain, and Chibi since we have three trees, so we affectionately call the trees by those names. Maybe we buried a couple of platies by the Chibi-tree, I don't remember anymore.
So yeah, just got cats.
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I have a mocha-colored gerbil with a dark brown tail, ears and tip of his nose. I named him Elegance.
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A golden retriever puppy, a fatass beagle, and a beagle that has vietnam flashbacks for a reason that I can't discern (adopted)
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Two five year old kitties. One of them is a full maine coon, the other is apparently a Maine Coon / Abyssinian mix. Both are adorable little things and I love them to death.