Took my girl “squad” for walk today. Hose them down before we start the walk so they stay cool. Cookie Molly Lucy They are awaiting their donut
Daughters want to take my wee boy on a camping holiday, unfortunately it looks as if he will fit in just fine
I’m sure that when that nutty animal sees himself in a mirror he sees a timber wolf. Probably says to himself “Yeah... ALPHA”.
Not quite, he's mostly baffled by the whole thing, gets thumped on the head a fair bit too. His main focus at the moment is enjoying galloping around doing roly polys.
I should guage his interest in setting up a firewood business for the winter. This was the half that made it through a gate
Peck, Gregory Peck our Parrotlet thinks he is the boss of the house including the cats. He thinks he is about twenty times bigger than what he is.
What an incredibly sweet-natured cat. But still ... that bird is playing with fire. I know from sad experience that predators can be unpredictable.
Shih-Tzu's don't have owners. They have staff. Mine ran me around like nobody's business, and I acceded to her every wish. She insisted on a half mile walk every day, even on the hottest days. I always brought water for her to drink and wet her down if/when she got overheated. Sometimes she was just too pooped to keep going. She would sit, facing me, and raise one paw - her code for "pick me up." I'd perch her on my shoulder, careful to keep her supported, and I'd walk us both home. I looked like a modern day pirate with some kind of psychotic and furry parrot on my shoulder. It's been two years, seven months, and four days without her. Not that I'm counting...
My aunt had a parakeet and a cat when I was a kid, she taught the bird to say “here kitty, kitty, kitty”. One day we got a letter from said aunt: “The bird called the cat, the cat came” Didn’t take much imagination to figure out how that one ended. Later she had a kestrel that they had found on the highway badly injured. While the vet saved the bird one wing was too damaged for the poor thing to ever fly again. So for a few years she had a small falcon that happily followed her around like a dog. The cat went for that bird as well. Or tried at least. My aunt said it took them a while to find the cat and an hour to talk it out from it’s hiding place. Puss was pretty ripped up. No mark on the bird who was never bothered again.
