I have posted this before but will post again for the newbies.
My daughter had a poodle mix named "Kitty". Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty. Kitty showed her teeth in more of a smile than a snarl when she was naughty.
Kitty would hop on the couch, on your lap, and then jump on the floor and sit and grin at you. It would take you a few seconds to begin to feel the small warm wet spot on your lap. I have seen her nail 4 people in a row and then sit and wait for them to notice.
She never "spotted" a person twice. But I don't know of anyone that missed getting initiated.
We had a real scare yesterday that turned out to be quite funny (after the fact). Our new little baby girl Papillon Lizzy went missing. We searched the house and then searched again--literally becoming frantic when she didn't turn up. I looked in every closet, under beds, behind furniture, in the garage, etc. The grams went outside and started asking neighbors to help look for little Lizzy. I couldn't imagine how she could have gotten outside, but still I started going up and down the yards of homes nearest us. Then I started looked around the golf course which is next to our property. I'm sure I was breaking all the rules by running around in my flip flops, shorts, and tank top calling for Lizzy. Finally, after the grams and I decided we couldn't find her, we came back in to call Richard and son Justin to help. Well, as I came in the door, I happened to look in the dogs' toy basket and sleeping among all the stuffed animal toys was little Lizzy--just as comfortable and oblivious to all the fuss. We were so relieved and happy and then we had to laugh at all the fuss we created. We then had to go back to all the neighbors and "call off the search".
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I was at the vet's office assisting my vet with a surgery on one of my dogs. When the vet tech runs in calling my name, and something about one of my dogs. I go into the hallway and there is a commotion out by the back door. Thinking one of my puppy people's dogs was here for an emergency I headed out back to assist.
What I was to find was a huge black stretch limo with the limo driver standing there saying over and over again, "I'm not opening that door uh uh, no way, they put him in there, you get him out, and I am not opening that door"!!
Inside was indeed one of my puppy people's big black Great Dane, just sitting upright in the back of the limo trying to look important!
Dog was there for his rabies shot appointment.
His owner owned a Jaguar henceforth the limo ride to the vet.
31 ft Four Winds
Chevy Tracker 4x4 Blue Ox We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned,
so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
When Socks was about two he came up missing on a Friday afternoon. Looked forever and no Socks. I left the bedroom window open all night so if he came home he would come through it. The next day I washed a load of clothes and opened the dryer and there he was sitting there looking at as if to say "its about time". Someone (my teen daughter) dried some clothes and opened it to take one item out and left it open and he thought it was a good place to take a warm nap. Someone came along and shut the door. We usually went out on town on weekends and happened to stay home that weekend. Good thing I had laundry to do. He is now 16.
Vic & Vickie Becker
On the road
2004 Bounder
Socks the cat
2007 HHR and 1995 Teal Goldwing
This happened a long time ago, but it started a lifelong love affair with greyhounds:
I had recently adopted my first greyhound, a lovely cuddlebunny by the name of Willow, as a companion for myself and my adolescent GSD, Max. Ever since Max was a pup, he was accustomed to joining me on the couch. Of course, Willow, being a greyhound as well as a Princess, also had to be on the couch; unfortunately, there wasn't enough room for the three of us (and guess who usually got left off). I was also planning on purchasing a new sofa to replace the couch and its matching love seat, so I had to start training the dogs to stay off the couch. I would chase them off whenever I saw them, and praise them when they got off. Soon, I had them trained, or so I thought!
One night, I was laying in bed reading when Willow came into the room with that "Timmy's fallen into the well" look on her face. I knew she wanted to show me something, so I asked, "What is it, girl?". Suddenly, I got a picture in my mind of Max on the sofa (I always suspected these dogs were telepaths). I got out of bed, preceded by Willow, and looked down the hall to the living room; sure enough, there was Max on the sofa. As soon as he saw me, he slinked off the sofa with a guilty look on his face and, when I looked at Willow, I could swear the little tattletale had a smug expression on hers.
I did buy a new sofa, and put the love seat into the den, where the two dogs often laid together. The two of them, in fact, developed a bond that grew and flourished, lasting throughout the almost ten years they were together. Since then, I have always had greyhounds (and one more GSD), and the only times I haven't laughed was when I had to say goodbye to one of them.
Gary Shapiro
Spc. Dash - 9-year-old GSD
Spc. Lily - 5-year-old Greyhound
and Spc. Allan (DOTL Rainbow Division) - now waiting at the Bridge with Max, Willow & Dot
1992 Winnebago Brave 27' Class A
Dash on the dash: The Only Way to Travel!
They always say you Lose Your Socks in the Dryer...haha..
Cute answer!!
LOL
Cat
(Jim just reads the forum once in a while)
Be kinder than necessary because everyone you meet is fighting some sort of battle.... Live simply, love wholly, give generously, care deeply, speak kindly.
Sunshine State wrote: I happened to look in the dogs' toy basket and sleeping among all the stuffed animal toys was little Lizzy--just as comfortable and oblivious to all the fuss.
That reminds me of the movie, ET, when the little alien was hiding among the toys and the mom walked right past him.
Time to tell my Melvin story again. Years ago, we had a beautiful, longhaired black cat named Melvin. One day I was sorting huge stacks of newspapers that my Cub Scouts had collected. After dinner, I realized Melvin wasn't around begging for handouts. I went outside and called him. I called and called and called him with no response. Like all my cats, he always came right away when called, so I knew something was wrong. Bud and the kids and I were all up and down the street looking for Melvin. Try looking for a black cat in the dark, not easy! Finally, when everybody had gone to bed, I couldn't stand it anymore and got in my car and drove down a nearby cul-de-sac on the chance that my poor cat might be there. No Melvin. My tears were falling and and in the moonless night, I backed my car up and CRUUUUUNNCH! hit a car I hadn't noticed parked behind me. Just perfect! I scribbled a note with my phone number and left it on the car's windshield. Flash forward to the next afternoon: I resumed my task of loading stacks of newspapers into my car and opened the trunk to two yellow blinking eyes! Dumb ol' Melvin had been in the trunk through all that commotion and calling his name, even through a minor accident and never made the slightest meow! He was not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, but then, I guess maybe I wasn't either!
Judy & Bud (Judy usually the one talking here)
2004 Pleasure-Way Excel TD
co-pilots, Rosie & Poquita
Quote: capoppy Dumb ol' Melvin had been in the trunk through all that commotion and calling his name, even through a minor accident and never made the slightest meow!
That's the one single thing I can simply can not stand about cats.
They won't come when you call them.
I had a cat that would sneak out periodically so when it came time for me to go to work in the morning I always made sure to find him first, to save his sorry butt from being eaten by a coyote.
The usual call, call, and call for him, then go look at every nook and cranny in the house only to find him in a new hiding place every morning and me late for work again.
WHY oh WHY can't they come when called or just even answer with a meow so you know where they are?
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Dumb ol' Melvin had been in the trunk through all that commotion and calling his name, even through a minor accident and never made the slightest meow! He was not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, but then, I guess maybe I wasn't either! 
