Does your Cat (or any pet) misbehave since caregiving your loved one?
Have you been required to take care of your loved one's pet after they have passed? Does your pet have cute antics that entertain your loved one?
And finally, has the cat or dog transferred their loyalty to your Mother?
Patties are Not on any menu, btw. you would have to beg.
I have just made my dog jump so high he hit his head on the top rack of the dishwasher. But seriously??? I went to answer the phone, halfway through stacking. I come back to find his whole head and forequarters literally inside the machine while he "washes" the dinner plates for me, just his rear end and his tail sticking out.
He can consider himself lucky I didn't shove him in and switch it on!
Our hamburger place sells just the patties, it costs less than a full on burger.
Border Collie - Just one. And then I’ll replace any wiring that’s not up to code.
Poodle - I’ll just blow in the Border Collie’s ear and he’ll do it. By the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.
Golden Retriever - The sun is shining, the day is young, we’ve got our whole lives ahead of us, and you’re worrying about a light bulb?
Dachshund - You know I can’t reach that stupid lamp!
Rottweiler - Make me.
Lab - Oh, me, me, me! Puh-leeeeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I? Huh, can I? Huh, can I? Huh? Huh? Huh?
German Shepherd - I’ll change it as soon as I’ve led these people from the dark, checked to make sure I haven’t missed any, and made just one more perimeter patrol to see that no one has tried to take advantage of the situation.
Tibetan Terrier - Let the Border Collie do it. And while he’s busy, feed me!
Jack Russell Terrier - I’ll just pop it in while I’m bouncing off the walls.
Cocker Spaniel - Why change it? I just pee on the carpet in the dark.
Doberman - While it’s dark, I’ll sleep on the couch.
Boxer - Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark.
Chihuahua - Yo quiero taco bulb.
Irish Wolfhound - Can somebody else do it? I’ve got this hangover...
Pointer - I see it. There it is! There it is! Right there!
Greyhound - It isn’t moving. Who cares?
Australian Shepherd - First, let me get all the other light bulbs in a little circle.
Old English Sheep Dog - Light bulb? What light bulb? I don’t see a light bulb.
Hound Dog - ZZZZZZzzzzz.
I do know that horses will remember all the moves in a Dressage test and do them all in the correct order.
AntWthCabageLef...My Mother was very frail too,like yours and couldn't have the weight on her either.I hated that and so did Mom.I also believe that animals know more about us than we'd think and I think they know stuff that's going to happen before we do,like storms,death,etc.I also heard that dogs have a hundred word vocabulary.
A transgender woman, whose male-to-female sex change was approved and funded by the NHS out of the public purse while she was still serving her twenty year prison sentence, has been transferred from a men's prison to a women's prison as is her right well established in law and upheld by plenty of judicial precedent. The transfer will allow her to complete her sentence in surroundings appropriate to her new sexual identity.
The families of the two girls she was convicted of raping, however, are apparently not entirely happy with this arrangement. Moreover, the authorities in charge of the women's prison are also struggling with the implications of having a convicted rapist, with all her rights to free association, family life, etc. etc., made their responsibility.
The BBC news editors, meanwhile, find themselves between the rock of endorsing gender reassignment without reservation and the hard place of unreservedly championing the rights of survivors of sexual violence, particularly children. I fully expected my radio to explode under the pressure.
That's what we did with our daughter !! But it only lasted a few days. She quickly decided to leave her old name, along with her old life, behind her and has been my sweet Nicole ever since.
I truly believe our animals know more about us than many are willing to believe and it is more about us learning to read their cues in order to get a better understanding of their behavior.
BTW, love this thread :)
When I met my ex husband- "The Donor" as he is now referred to - I had three cats that I loved. The Donor evidently wasn't a cat person - although I didn't find out the extent of it until after we were married.
One cat took up with the adult brother and sister that lived across the street. After they sold their house and were packing to move I went over and said it was okay for them to take Jake with them - I'm sure they would have anyhow. Another cat - Rocky, a stunning Himalayan given to me by my brother, went to live next door - he spent the rest of his days being taken to a beach house regularly by an older couple. They would hand feed him fresh crab - I wanted to move in with them too! My brother still hasn't forgiven me for Rockys defection.
It was the older couple who told me - after The Donor left, thank you very much - that they would frequently see him kicking my cats!
I guess I should have put two and two together- The Donor moves in - cats run away from home - I could have saved myself a lot of heart ache instead I married the a$$hole. But then again I did get my precious Rainman out of the deal!
One cat did stay - although she wouldn't come in the house anymore. Wanda lived to be 15 and eventually became devoted to my new husband, although she still preferred the life of an outside cat. Still - she would come inside for a while, find hubby and sit in his lap - purring and drooling. Funny - hubby had the same effect on me!
My chocolate spotted dalmation came with fear aggression. We were entering the door at the vet's when she attacked and broke the dalmation statue! I worked really hard to restore the statue. When I met hubs, a friend sent him over to help me walk her because other dogs would attack her.
I went to difficult dog training classes to help her.
And mom2mom...It's really wonderful that you rescued Chester and his furry coat filled in beautifully after you did.He is lucky to have you.
That was where I met Chester. He was older nut sure how old), overweight and looked like Mr. Bigglesworth except with random tufts of long black hair. He was probably just about the ugliest cat you had ever seen but was an awesome cuddler. I had to have him.
Animal control told me that he had been tot he vet but they had been unable to diagnose or fix his skin condition.
I brought him home and within a few months, he grew out the most beautiful long coat you have ever seen.. He is smoke which means that his undercoat one color (a soft gray) and his outer coat is another (very dark grey). He changes color as he moves. And he is still as snuggly as ever and loves other cats as well. Apparently his skin condition was just nerves all along.
Funny that your cat is named "Odom". Mine is Oscar. ;-)
I want a little doggie just like that crazy little thing. :-)
It's about an adopted, 10 month old (if memory serves) Jack Russell Terrier. I want one! It's so cute and high energy, a total spazz. Olly and I would get along very well, I think. ;)
They are persistant,I know."Odom" my big ,fat .old man cat wants this stew they sell at the store for 99 cents a serving/package and it's so expensive and hard to find sometimes but he thinks he has to have it everyday and begs me till he gets his way.It drives me crazy............and broke.