Do you have pets?

I wouldn't say I "own" my furry friend. I care for him, he is a boxer who happened to be here when I returned from a visit back west. I spend the majority of my day with him and he is a good dog with a mischievous side. Which I do enjoy, although cleaning up messes ( not dookie messes, he just gets into to things when no one else is around) is not so pleasant. Since he came from a place that was likely abusive he has separation and other anxieties. To tell you truly I sometimes feel incompetent to care for him in the way I feel he should be cared for. This is because of my own failings and anxieties I think. He picks up on this I'm sure. Would like nothing more than to see him run free in this place I've taken him too, but not often enough. A place called Allapatah flats, a wide open field for him to run and run till his lil heart is content. Sometimes I think it may be wrong to "own" a "pet"...

Edit to add: I've always liked cats, but I don't agree with keeping a cat inside all the time. I grew up with cats, but this was on a farm where these beautiful creatures could come and go as they pleased. I got a story about one of my favorite cats. We called her momma kitty, and she had her first litter in the middle of november. About five kittens she birthed on top of an old freezer in the carport. They had fallen onto the concrete sometime in the night. I was 14 years old and found them that morning. A couple of them where stuck to the concrete having frosted over. I took it upon my self to bury them in the peach orchard that day and as I began to dig the hole and put the first grey tiger striped newborn kiteh in the hole something happened. I was holding the little guy, just looking at him and I was so sorry that momma cat didn't have proper shelter or know how to birth them in a more secure setting. So, as I was holding him he moved ever so slightly. I though at first it was just my imagination and his siblings where in a large metal bowl awaiting the same burial. As soon as I saw this movement and even though I thought I may have imagined it, I blew on him some warm breath. This confirmed that indeed this lil guy was still alive. I was so excited that I took him and the rest as I ran full sprint inside screaming that they where still alive. We got some hot water bottles and towels and turned up the heater in the living room. We rubbed each of them trying to stimulate a response. The end of the story is that even though they'd spent most of the night in freezing temps, every single one of the newborn kittens lived. This is a good memory for me and I smile as I write this...


People have always told me I have a "way" with animals, I just think that I get along with them more than I do most people

not dead. just conserving their body energy. lol

yeah cats dont have the greatest vision. I think they have something called dichromat vision, which is they see two colors. their vision i assume is worse in the daytime, and probably bad just after being born even at nighttime. and geez. all of them fell off. like lemmings or something. lol. horrible thing to open the garage door to when you expect to be fondling them.


well i do have a cat. he was part of my friends litter, his cat was strictly outdoors only in a busy urban area. we were asked to come down and find them. probably there were 5 or 6 of them. we found two. they kept all running in between fences and evading us. it was only cause two of them cornered themselves that we found those two. lol . because i spent 5 hours in the search. i got to keep one. those kittens werent allowed inside. so yeah. probably i guess rescued the cat from a feral fate.

i dont know what type of cat he is. but he looks 99% like this one

so im assuming hes that type.

he took 6 years to fully domesticate to the point you can rub his belly. also not sure if that was just him being wirey when younger and then getting calmer as hes now 7 years of age. but yeah it was strange. i had no idea a cat could become different personality wise in the middle of his lifespan

Nice Highnoon and Flames. I like cats too, very much.
I once came upon a tom cat stuck in a raccoon trap. He was feral and one of the largest cats I'd ever seen. Looked like a russian blue. As I approached,he became frantic and I could see the tips of his right paw stuck in this trap. I think he was terribly afraid of me and this is understandable. Happened on my fathers property alongside a small lake (was my husband who set the traps and I went to remove them). As I approached and noticed his distress I could only think of freeing him, but didn't know what to do at first. There was no way he was going to let me close enough to unset the trap. I took my shirt off and slowly creeped closer until I could throw the shirt over him. As soon as I did I acted quickly to contain this huge cat and then had to carefully find the paw that was clamped without causing even more distress/damage or possibly getting myself injured in my attempts. I remember getting his paw free and removing my shirt off of him. He ran a few yards and stopped to look back at me almost as if to say thank you. That was the last time any such traps where ever set there as far as I know. I had my rifle with me and had I been a callously minded one, that might of been the end to this creature. By the way it was/is a common thing to carry rifles or shotguns where I come from, at least while out walking alone in the country.

I was also put (Yes,I put myself in this) in a situation where I was to shoot a pregnant cat. They were just going to have her put down with the babies still inside of her. I said (trying to be tough and strong, which reminds me oddly of these chickens we once had) that I would put her down instead (she was a farm cat and wild to all but me who fed her). I realize how this may sound after just telling you about how I like cats and saved one from a trap, but unless you grow up in the country then perhaps it is difficult to understand this. Anyways, I had her underfoot with rifle set to shoot and I just could not do it. I closed my eyes as witnesses stood by, and then I let her go just before firing. She ran off never to be seen again, and I'm glad she did. Is a shameful thing to admit, even though it was so many years ago. And just like my first experience with the chickens, I know the others who where around thought I was weak. Well they can sit and spin as far as I feel about it now.

I think it may be a kindness to put an animal down if they are suffering and there is not much hope of recovery, and I am not opposed to hunting for sustenance and survival. These cases, the cats and the chickens involved neither of these ingredients. It is a terrible thing to be so young and be laughed at or made fun of because you find horror in such slaughter.

Maybe this deep internal rejection and refusal to do such things made me a "program reject", and if that is so then I'm glad to have been seen as unworthy and an unfit psychopath...

Read off sott.net last week cats carry a virus/bacteria in their shit
that compromises the health and physical condition of human brains.

Never liked cats; hated the damn animals.

Most 'pets' seem to reflect the personalities of their 'owners'. As well as most owners project their own particularities and personality (they think the animal likes and dislikes the same things they do or exhibit the same traits for example) onto their pets.

Do you not like cats tgII because of their brain compromising shit parasites (don't need cat shit for that anyways, I can say that because I've plenty of experience with compromising my own brain), or because they seem unpredictable, aloof, neurotic, scream like someone is gutting them a-hole first while they mate, or is it the purring, tickley whiskers, grace/agility and outstanding silent hunting/stalking abilities.

I miss my cat Mr. fritz. He was more like a dog in temperament than most cats I'd met. He was mellow, except when killing a gopher twice his size. His coloring was orange and white, long soft hair. He would head butt to greet if you put your forehead close to his. He would often sleep on my back and his purring was the most relaxing sound to drift off to.


-Flames, its like they're both saying " yeah that's right mutha luvas...cat collage shirts all the forgettin way jigga"! (?)

Hi Flames, right now I have a dog. She is vicious and will bite at anything. But best of friends if she knows you. She is a chihuahua and her mother beat the heck out of her everyday, right when they are puppies, they do that to teach them how to fight, because they are so small and they know it and if they are not tough will be dead meat. Now because of that my dog is a fighting machine! Good thing she is tiny.

And believe it or not dogs are just like children with lots of responsibility. So for sure think long before getting one. As with all animals they will more likely to attack if you are scared of them. Sorry that you are nervous around dogs. They sense all your feelings so it would be a nice trial practice to be around a dog or if a friend has one and see how it goes. Good therapy or sure.

Best small dog I ever had...dachshund.
Very intelligent and loyal dog.

I had a miniature long-haired sable colored dachshund...very mellow.
Long-hairs are not as yappie and neurotic as shorthairs may get, particularly in their older age. For this reason, I avoid shorthair breeds.
I find it better to pick a non-alpha male type from a batch of pups...but a more gentle and mellow one.


Here are the three types of dachshund. The wire-haired on the left is bred with some terrier in them. So they demonstrate the best of both breeds...cool dog.


Miniatures are a bit smaller than their full size counterparts, but tend to be less long overall in their proportions comparatively speaking...and subject to less back problems in their older age.

Dachshunds may take a few months longer to potty train than other breeds so you have to work a bit more on their training.
And they are hounds...so you have to mend holes and fortify your fence or they can dig and wander off by following their noses as they sniff along.

Wire hairs are a bit more willfull as they get that from the terrier.

Great. Thanks for the tips, QSC. I have never had a pet dog before. The breed of dog that I'd like to have is a Wire hair terrier. Thanks for the info.

That terrier is adorable! That would be great! The most priceless and worthful thing you could do! Are you going to adopt one or get a puppy?

Look at what my little one did!!!
http://www.aol.com/video/caught-on-tape-octopus-beats-up-shark-while-making-off-with-food/517495736/?icid=maing-grid7|main5|dl19|sec1_lnk2%26pLid%3D214754
I was reading about all these places to volunteer or donate at animal shelters that are run by folks! I think I will look into that!

What does Buster do for a living?

You betcha Flames!
That's great you finally got one! They really like to have a small stuffed animal for comfort especially when you leave.
Also newspaper comes in handy for housetraining. I'm so happy for you, keep us updated on him! What made you decide on Buster?

TgII, mine is a scavenger, hunter, terrorizer, gardian, warrior! What a life! But most importantly my dog is one of my best friends!

Thanks for sharing Flames! So you are living through your dog huh!
My dad and all on his side are very mean and can go into murderous rages. I know it's in their blood now. So I can understand where the drill sargeants come from.

I know it's in their blood now

Maybe these malevolent forces of influence do actually reside in the bloodstream and can be passed on by generations as a seed which is only activated when the host allows the flow of the said influence , anger fury murder psychopath etc , after an allowed activation, the host becomes more influenced by this malevolent intruder that that generates hate and distrust and violence in its host
But also these malevolent forces can be defused or transformed into a positive by the hosts thought and conceptual talent
At a lower level , we know that chemicals / drugs can subdue and control as well

We are all walking potential maniacs and saints

I was thinking along the lines of a psychopath, maniac same thing.
If ghosts and whatnot can invade and take over a person anything is possible.