christiefan915 (01-20-2018)
christiefan915 (01-20-2018)
ThatOwlWoman (01-20-2018)
This photo illustrates one of my favorite dog breeds, and also serves as a metaphor for how I feel this morning before my coffee is ready.
Althea (01-20-2018), christiefan915 (01-20-2018), JqYaqui (01-26-2018), ThatOwlWoman (01-20-2018)
Althea (01-20-2018)
If I ever get another dog, it will be a husky/husky dominant mix.
They make great ice fishing companions. I had one years ago, that would go out to the bathroom at 4 a.m, as I put my ice fishing clothing on. She knew that I was going fishing, so she refused to come back into the house, fearing I would leave her behind.
What was she thinking? She's my fishing partner!
Once in a while you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right.
Cypress (01-20-2018)
Love huskies and malamutes.
The loyalty and companionship of a dog is one of the sublime and magical novelties of life on this earth.
I never know what my next dog is going to be. My last dog was actually a shih tzu, who I adopted when her original owner, our neighbor, passed away. Never actually thought about shih tzus before, but it was just the right place and the right time. I love shih tzus now.
Althea (01-20-2018)
Cypress (01-21-2018)
The story began weeks before those pix. I keep a Havahart trap set against that building in order to trap groundhogs. I fill that hole with leaves/dirt, and by the time the hogs dig out, they're in the trap. I've been doing it for years. One morning, I heard a horrible noise outside, and found a puppy in the trap. Confused, I couldn't understand why a tiny puppy was in the trap. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the fox parents frantically running back and forth in the yard. I realized that the puppy was a fox kit, and released it under the building. I put the trap back against the building so that my cat wouldn't explore under there. A few weeks later, I saw these faces watching me as I was watering the garden.
I really thought about keeping that trapped kit as a pet. I decided that it was cruel...aside from being illegal.
But boy...was it tempting.
Once in a while you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right.
christiefan915 (01-21-2018)
I hear ya. I had a few great danes when I was young. I was dogless for a few years, and my neighbors were moving to a place where they couldn't keep their dog. I chose to take it, as it was pretty small.
I called it a rat dog...decades before Bobby came up with the idea for a band. It was a white Jack Russel looking thing, with black patches. I learned to love little dogs after that. He was a real piece of work!
Once in a while you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right.
Cypress (01-21-2018)
I'd been hearing wrens for quite some time. I built a few houses, and they showed up. Wrens are funny. Males make the nests, typically in anything with a hole. A discarded jug, rolls of bailing twine, etc.. They work their asses off, and then sing for days, hoping to find a woman who will immediately redesign the nest. Lo and behold, after days of singing, he must have gotten lucky. I saw twigs on the ground outside the box...as sure sign that the lady of the house was doing renovations.
Shot these after the eggs hatched.
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Once in a while you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right.
JqYaqui (01-26-2018)
This is 'Janet'. In this pic, she was probably about 1 day from death. As you can see, she's Siamese, so by default she's got a big mouth.
I have customers from NYC that have a house in the mts. for weekends. They were leaving to go back to the city about a year and a half ago, and happened to hear her screaming. If they hadn't heard her, she'd be dead. She was starved, loaded with ticks, and was out fending for herself just as winter was setting in.
They put food out for her, and asked that I check on her when I went to the house to do some pre planned work.
I fed her every day for a few days, and then secured a home for her. I kept her in the shop for a day or so, until I could get her to the vet.
Janet...named for a cat in some movie...is a chubby little house cat now. My buddy agreed to take her.
She's a sweetie, but she still doesn't shut the hell up!
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Once in a while you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look at it right.
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