Pull up your pants, turn off that damn rap and speak clear English, if you want to talk to me.
Beautiful dog Mick. Bet he's glad you didn't name him sterling patchett 9mm!
My critters are family too,,just Way To Much ,,personality to be otherwise,,here's my crew,,Shortround (the black one) and a big lover, Jasmine,the short tank on her bed and the testy-est ankle biter one, and Dozer the bigger one who will take you're arm off if you're a stranger. There all brothers and sisters and I had the mom too, who I had to put down due to a ovarian cancer,,that was a tough one ,,for sure. Still miss her and the others still respond to her name when I mention her. There a Shepard/chow cross. Bet ya can't tell by looking at Jasmine??
Sadly they all play me like a fiddle,,and they sure know how to get there way with me and the boy!!! But don't they all,,don't kid yourself,,
HA!!!,,,we think we have them trained,,,,NOT EVEN,, they've got ,US TRAINED!!! Damn critters anyhow,,,,worse than kids.
Yes they do Mick, sometimes a bit to much so, though. Shortround is quite the opposite ,,she's just a little lover. And man oh man are chows and shepherds ever smart, at least these guys sure are. You can't get away with anything around here,,,,,with these guys.
We even started spelling things they enjoy,,like "snickities" or "snack", ride, ect, and they've got us pegged on those now too! Like I said,,ya just can't get away with anything around here !!!!
There just furry humans I think!
BTW, the "twa" here, stands for Talks With Animals, the name my Abanaki ,Great Great Grandmother gave me when I was just a little kid. It's fits too, even ugly animals love me and most people can't believe how there pets will come to me, even if there the most standoffish critters you've ever seen,even wild critters come to me sometimes. I guess she was right.
My pooh bear (named by youngest son at 6) had a dad that was half chow/half Rottweiler. Mom was a coyote. Most loving protective girl I ever saw. Went to pick up my wife from work one evening and when we came down our 1/2 mile drive she was laying there looking down the road for us.She passed away before we got home.She had a great life but I still cried and that's something I rarely do. Miss her.
Gutso on a Canada goose.
Last edited by Mick; 02-12-2014 at 01:05 AM.
Damn, I thought it was just me. I miss the four-legged friends I've lost more than most of the two-legged. My wife says I'm a cold-hearted basturd, but everyone with a problem, money, girlfriend or car-won't-start comes to see me.