AWWWWWW! I miss my little Holly-berry. Sweet little old pug lady – wherever she is, I’m sure she is running things by now.
IndenturedServant
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July 21, 2015 8:57 am
My parents got a part Terrier-part next door neighbor pup a few years before I was born. I was the oldest child. Hanna lived to be 18 years old and had lived in or visited 42 states and three countries. She was a fantastic dog and except for getting sprayed by skunks in TX, she was never any trouble at all. The only drawback is that we never experienced the magic of puppyhood until we were adults.
Hanna had suffered a few heart attacks and recovered and was in pretty good health and played like a pup right up until the end. Her last night with us I taught her how to balance a ball on her nose. The next morning dad took her down to the vet to put her down as we were leaving in a few days for four years in Spain and dad wanted to make sure she was buried in the USA. Still breaks my heart to think about that.
Sadly, I think the dog in my avatar is showing signs of the end but she still chases a tennis ball like a demon and is ready to play any time!
Stucky
July 21, 2015 10:27 am
All dogs go to heaven.
Cats go straight to HELL. How do I know? I bought my parents a cat about 8 years ago. I love “Bootsie”, but I KNOW she’s going to hell.
Russia Is Strong
July 21, 2015 2:55 pm
Many people think that dogs aren’t allowed in Heaven. They’re WRONG. It’s AMERIKANS that aren’t allowed!!
Westcoaster
July 21, 2015 5:16 pm
If you want a dog that you’ll never have to walk, get a Maine Coon Cat. I have one named Kittyboy, so named because his Dad used to hang out on our back fence and watch me garden. Never would get closer than 20 feet, but I used to talk to him and he would just sit there on the fence and swing his tail.
One day, I’m in the backyard and here comes the cat that looks just like the aforementioned feral fence cat. He was come straight for me and my first impulse was to smack at him since this was way strange behavior. At the last moment my dear wife called out that Daddy cat was sitting on the fence. About that time Mr. Kitty found my hand and firmly started pushing his head under it. He instantly became my cat, and I swear he acts like a dog. Plays catch with the wife’s hair ties every morning. Comes when you call him. Surly yet affectionate. I guess his Dad was looking for a nice home for him and chose us. We are blessed.
AWWWWWW! I miss my little Holly-berry. Sweet little old pug lady – wherever she is, I’m sure she is running things by now.
My parents got a part Terrier-part next door neighbor pup a few years before I was born. I was the oldest child. Hanna lived to be 18 years old and had lived in or visited 42 states and three countries. She was a fantastic dog and except for getting sprayed by skunks in TX, she was never any trouble at all. The only drawback is that we never experienced the magic of puppyhood until we were adults.
Hanna had suffered a few heart attacks and recovered and was in pretty good health and played like a pup right up until the end. Her last night with us I taught her how to balance a ball on her nose. The next morning dad took her down to the vet to put her down as we were leaving in a few days for four years in Spain and dad wanted to make sure she was buried in the USA. Still breaks my heart to think about that.
Sadly, I think the dog in my avatar is showing signs of the end but she still chases a tennis ball like a demon and is ready to play any time!
All dogs go to heaven.
Cats go straight to HELL. How do I know? I bought my parents a cat about 8 years ago. I love “Bootsie”, but I KNOW she’s going to hell.
Many people think that dogs aren’t allowed in Heaven. They’re WRONG. It’s AMERIKANS that aren’t allowed!!
If you want a dog that you’ll never have to walk, get a Maine Coon Cat. I have one named Kittyboy, so named because his Dad used to hang out on our back fence and watch me garden. Never would get closer than 20 feet, but I used to talk to him and he would just sit there on the fence and swing his tail.
One day, I’m in the backyard and here comes the cat that looks just like the aforementioned feral fence cat. He was come straight for me and my first impulse was to smack at him since this was way strange behavior. At the last moment my dear wife called out that Daddy cat was sitting on the fence. About that time Mr. Kitty found my hand and firmly started pushing his head under it. He instantly became my cat, and I swear he acts like a dog. Plays catch with the wife’s hair ties every morning. Comes when you call him. Surly yet affectionate. I guess his Dad was looking for a nice home for him and chose us. We are blessed.
http://www.maine-coon-cat-nation.com/
“If you want a DOG that you’ll never have to walk, get a Maine Coon CAT.” —– Westcoaster
ummmm … I give you 10 minutes to spot the error in the above sentence. Report back ASAP.
“If you want a DOG that you’ll never have to walk, get a Maine Coon CAT.” —– Westcoaster
ummmm … I give you 10 minutes to spot the error in the above sentence. Report back ASAP.
– I found it! I found it! He said ‘Maine’ instead of Vermont!