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Raising Dead on this thread now that I can actually contribute
Still not in a situation where I can get a dog, although the place I am in currently does allow cats.
BUT I at least have a 29 gallon tropical commmunity fish tank, which I started two months ago. Current stocking is 10 neons, 4 panda corydoras, 2 Honey Gouramis, 2 Nerite Snails, and a ton of plants. Getting near capacity...I have to mess around with the plants next weekend and also apply some general cure (I have one Gourami who is not in the best condition), after which I will finish the stocking, probably some guppies and another school of small tetra (perhaps some shrimp/more snails for the clean up crew).
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My daughter wants a cat I told her when she's 25 she can get her own, two big dogs and a fish are enough!
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I have a cat who is going to be a hat if she doesn't stop pestering me to always pick her up and hold her.
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Three cats: Celestia, Trixie, and Discord (the last one might be a quasit).
Two copperheads in triple locked lock boxes and whatever else my spouse has brought home, considered adorable, and kept.
I want a capybara.
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I'm glad this thread resurfaced. I lost my Rosie dog in February of 2021, one week before her twelfth birthday. She ruptured a disk which almost severed her spinal column. The surgery would've been almost $30,000 with no guarantee of success. Then would come the veterinary rehab teaching her how to walk again. I made the decision to say goodbye to her. It infuriates me that our lives are controlled by money.
I still have Buster, my pitbull mix. He's slowed down considerably in the last year. In August I adopted a kitten that was rescued from the middle of a busy highway. Her name is Poppet (aka Pops, Popcat, Popsicle, Poptart, and HEY! LEAVE BUSTER ALONE!). She wants to be friends and play with Buster so much but can't stand her. He hasn't hurt her. Yet.
Also sharing my space are my son and his gf and their pets, two teacup Yorkies and a fat tuxedo cat named Midna. I'll be so glad when they and their pets find their own place.
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Thank you. It's been almost a year and the house still feels "wrong" without her.
I don't know if I believe in the paranormal, having never seen "proof", but the night after she died, I may have had a hint of it. Rosie was renowned for her flatulence. It could literally make your eyes water. She loved to just stand next to me while I was at my desk and wait for head pats or whatnot and silently gas the room. But the Monday night after she died, I was sitting here at my desk and I was assailed by one of her room-clearing farts. My other dog, Buster, never had a gas problem and wasn't even in the room. We affectionately referred to Rosie as the "world's most annoying dog" because of that and a few other minor things that made her who she was. It only happened that one time and I still wonder about it.
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I saw one of those bumper stickers today that said, 'Try to be the person your dog thinks you are.'
My dog doesn't really like me. My roommate comes home, and she practically shimmies her butt off squirming for his attention at the door, making adorable 'talking' noises. He has to crouch down so she can lick his face. I come home and she sits on the couch, not bothering to get up. When I lean in to say 'hi Nala!' to her, she doesn't even turn her head, just gives me side-eye.
I take her for walks. He does not. I think it's a thing. She has to put on a show for his attention. My attention has no value, because I give it too freely?
Or 'the person my dog thinks I am' is a serial killer and she's just keeping a safe distance. :)
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I saw one of those bumper stickers today that said, 'Try to be the person your dog thinks you are.'
My dog doesn't really like me. My roommate comes home, and she practically shimmies her butt off squirming for his attention at the door, making adorable 'talking' noises. He has to crouch down so she can lick his face. I come home and she sits on the couch, not bothering to get up. When I lean in to say 'hi Nala!' to her, she doesn't even turn her head, just gives me side-eye.
I take her for walks. He does not. I think it's a thing. She has to put on a show for his attention. My attention has no value, because I give it too freely?
Or 'the person my dog thinks I am' is a serial killer and she's just keeping a safe distance. :)
Alternatively, the doggo is so conditioned by you taking them for walks that approaching you is the equivalent of saying "I have to go to the bathroom". So if they don't need to go... you're not important to them?
Or 'the person my dog thinks I am' is a serial killer and she's just keeping a safe distance. :)
Dogs are very intuitive *keeps a watch out for Set*
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I saw one of those bumper stickers today that said, 'Try to be the person your dog thinks you are.'
One of my dogs follows me around, staring worshipfully at me like I'm her Cult Leader.
The other one's an Australian Shepherd, so she's basically a coked-up supermodel with a switchblade and a Ph.D.
Not sure where this leaves me, as far as bumper sticker life guidance goes...
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Mine's deaf, so we got her a GPS collar just in case she ever got out. This has given us good data.
She needs 7 miles a day just to be tolerable.
Good thing I'm active.
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I have 2 cats, both older. There's Lou, originally named Luke Skyfracker; he's a graying orange tabby that still thinks he's a kitten until he has to jump down from somewhere high.
The other is an all black cat named Olive. She is enormous and instead of being petted she prefers to be violently scratched, like most dogs I've had in the past.
Not as odd as one would think, we have quite a few cats (cat rescue folks we are) but Honey Bee, our old (18) tortie likes to be spanked...don't ask how we figured that out, it was an old room mates doing.
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I got a dog 4 years ago (at the end of this month). He's a pitbull mix with prodigious amounts of energy. He's the most energetic dog I've ever met or heard about. When given the chance, he will play fetch for 6 hours with only short breaks to catch his breath. He will play fetch until he hurts himself. I am not exaggerating with the 6 hours either. His previous record was 5 1/2 hours, and the record before that was 5 hours.
He really enjoyed the summer of 2020. I live in a very large apartment building (nearly 400 units), and a group of friendly dog owners met at a nearby park to hang out every day during the first shut down. We'd be out there for about 2-3 hours every day playing fetch and around other dogs and people. He isn't very cuddly (we're working on it), but he loves having everyone he knows around him all the time.
I haven't taken him camping, but that's because he's crazy. He likes to swim, and has zero qualms about jumping in the water. I like to go on canoe trips, but I'm concerned about him tipping the canoe with me and all my stuff being dumped in the lake. Not so bad if you're just doing an afternoon paddle and going back to a dock, but it sucks when you're paddling in the wilderness in cold weather. We may give it a shot this summer on a trip with more people (more weight in the canoe from a person and gear).
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My ex-wife has a "who knows what his ancestry is?" dog that weighs 115 pounds and he'll play fetch as long as you'll keep throwing things. In the summer she has to limit the time they play for no more than an hour at a time and then go inside to cool off a while. I think he'd literally play until he had a heart attack.
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I've got a pit-boxer mix, little over 2 years old. She is the sweetest thing and far too smart for her own good.
Can you do that trick Ace Ventura does where he sweeps his arms out and all the animals come running (slithering waddling etc.) to surround him and bask in his presence.
This is the first thing they teach you in druid school.
The first thing you learn in druid school is that actually doing this leaves you covered in more types of poop than you wanted to know existed.