RIP Li'l Sebastian. Anyway, here's my cat Sam. He's going totally nuts because some asshole keeps following him around and twitching at him and OH MAN HE IS GONNA FUCKIN' EAT THAT STUPID THING WHATEVER IT IS! D:< My favorite part is about halfway through when Carrot hops up and is like 'hey dawgz wuts goin down up in heyAAAAGH!!!!' as Sam indicates he is NOT WELCOME.
So Chunk has some jaws on him. We had this green rubber tire toy, that rated itself as being able to withstand 300 lbs of bite strength. Yeah, it's in pieces now. Though it at least took him a while. Fun facts, after doing some cursory internet searches: Bite strength of a Labrador: 125 lbs of force of a Human: 175 lbs of force (yeah, go figure, we beat out labs) of an american Alligator: 2,960 lbs of force. So Chunk has somewhere around 300, but, he better keep training if he ever wants to catch up to a gator. (My source)
I think there might be truth to this Mayan apocalypse stuff, my cats are acting weird and are voluntarily cuddling with each other.
Dear My Cats, Hey assholes. YOU WERE JUST AT THE SAME PLACE AT THE SAME TIME. You were literally never more than eight feet apart at any point. Why are you being a dick to your brother, B.A.? It's not his fault you had to get a shot for rabies. Go beat up a skunk or something and stop hissing. It makes daddy drink when you're bad. Not that Face is a whole lot better. I'm not sure, but I might have another permanent scar on my hand because he didn't want to get into his box. Jesus, cats. Grow up and act like adults for a change. Also, all cat owners should have a top loading kennel. Seiler
Top loading cat carriers are the greatest. Sadly I only bought one when we bought ours (we had one carrier already, a leftover from our bunny who was easy to get into the carrier front-ways) as I did not yet realize how it would change my life. And now every time I look for one when I go to the pet store, they don't have any. :(
I just bought two of those. With a door on top. But I put the bolts in the other way. I did that wrong, didn't I? And now Face is wondering around the house occasionally thumping his back leg on the floor. I'm pretty sure it's because I had the people at the vet clip his nails so as not to injure anybody else (that or he's epileptic, but only, like, a quarter), and I'm equally sure that by about the third time he does it on my legs tonight while I, at least, am trying to sleep I'm going to wonder why I was so concerned about everybody else. Now the trick will be if I can go to San Marcos with a couple of cat containers and not bring Hannibal the Stray. Then I would be three quarters of the way to my full set.
Ha, Alligator, Lizzie does actually chill out in her carrier sometimes. But she can tell when I actually WANT her in the carrier, and fuck being cooperative!
Hebe is immediately in it as soon as I get it out. She was kindof miffed at me that we didn't go anywhere xD
So either your Dad comes over and hangs out on your couch in his slippers or you take your dog to his house where the dog lays on his furniture or you live with your Dad. Have I covered all the possibilities? ;-) And Alligator, your black and white cat looks a lot like my black and white cat.
Yes, when an animal chases its own tail that means it's gone kookoo bananas. Oh, no, wait. It's pretty common behavior that has been the subject of humor for like two thousand years.
I found a bunch of pictures of our family dog (a Vizsla,) as a puppy. He's 8 years old now. Attaching as thumbnails in order to not to blow up the page. Edit: Oh yeah, his name is Macallan. Mac for short.
I believe so, yes. These were taken at the Middlesex Fells near Boston. His face has whitened a lot over the years. It's fairly common for that to happen with Vizslas, but unusual for an 8-year-old.
He goes pretty much non-stop, yeah. That trip to the Middlesex Fells was great for him, though. We hiked for about 5 hours, and when we were finished he was so tired out he didn't even jump into the car. He just kind of pushed his torso onto the back seat with his hind legs and then pulled them up behind him.
So the vet called, good news is that the limp is not from a cruciate ligament injury. (we had him x-rayed since they were going to put him under anyway) But there are signs of slight hip dysplasia and a tiny bit of lactation in his knee. I'm not sure what the second bit is about, google seems a bit fixated on breasts and child-rearing to give me any answers. I guess I'll have to follow up when we pick him up later today.
I had a friend whose family had a Viszla growing up, he was awesome. He was named Toby. Super friendly, loved to play fetch, constantly in our business while we played (in a good way). He was a GOOD BOY.
We've had 3 Vizslas in the family over the years; they're my mom's favorite breed. The first was Bart, who lived to the ripe old age of 14, and the second one was Hobbes, who unfortunately was born with a heart murmur and only lived to age 7. We got Mac a year and change after Hobbes passed.
Ok Alligator Quackers Greedo here is my manifestation of our trans-dimensional cat. She answers to Ada....sometimes.
Here's Hobbes . . . AKA The Hobbinator, The King, and Mr. Food, looking very somewhat regal. (bonus item: the very rarely photographed Banya) 4-Hit Grey Kitty Combo FTW!!!
Carrot judges you. Carrot has found you wanting. Carrot could be convinced to reconsider his decision if you gave him some treats, however.