Pets.

About two weeks ago I adopted a hamster. It belonged to my oldest granddaughter who's eight. The hamster was the first pet in their house, but about a month after she got it, they realized that two of her siblings are allergic. So little hamster had to go. My son called me and asked if I was interested in having it. I agreed immediately to adopting it because I knew my granddaughter, who was broken-hearted over giving her up, would be happier knowing where her pet is. And she can still visit her pet from time to time. It's so much easier for her than having to relinquish it to the animal shelter.

The hamster is a female. For some reason, she named her Captain Slinky, which many people would consider a masculine name. I was given permission to change her name if I wanted. I haven't done so yet, but I might. Hamster and I are still getting used to each other. I'm taking it slow because following the 4-hour trip here, Slinky had to adjust to new surroundings and me, too. So far so good. Slinky has a little more freedom here. Each evening I let her roam the living and dining rooms in her exercise ball. I think she loves it because she's always ready to get in when I set the ball in her cage.

You would surprised how much income one can make from being a professional dog trainer. Gizmo, that sounds like a real ecstatic dog, full of energy and kindling life, the kind of pooch that enjoys the company of others.

I have a Belgian Malinois [Mal-in-wah (French)]-Basenji [African Congo] mix named Teeny. She's extremely active, intelligent, great mouser, very sweet, and sometimes has a persnickety attitude. Loves to play fetch. A rescue dog. One time, she approached a Chihuahua puppy that was nervous towards her. She ended up licking its nose, wanting to cuddle up next to the pup, so friendly, little one was happy.

I have a Gizmo too!

You already know about my pups. Each comes with their own little back story

The day I got Tazer he dug under the fence and ran away. He lived in the woods for 8 days.
The little shit would come into the yard but wouldn't come when called.
Every day searched the woods. One night during a rain storm a friend was sitting in a chair by
the window. A loud clap of thunder and lightening then a scream.
When she looked out the window he was staring at her.

He still wouldn't come. Finally one night I left the gate to the fence open. I sat on my porch until
1 AM. He showed up, went into the fence and I ran across the drive to lock him in.
He came out of the shadows and just stared at me. He then ran over to me and just collapsed.
He ended up with over 40 ticks on him. The smell was something I've never witnessed and hope I never do again.
I slept with him on the porch that night.
11 years later he's now the biggest baby ever!

Great thread! Will comment later...lot on my mind right now😠👣
How you and Charles doin???

I adopted a lab/shepherd/hound mix when I was 20 and he changed my life. My first dog ever and he was an absolute pleasure. Sure, he had his moments where I would shake my head and laugh, but for the most part, he was perfect. Everyone knew him because he was the dog who would carry fallen tree limbs like a stick. I have many pictures of him doing so and it left lots of people in stitches from laughter. I think his only fault was that he sucked at swimming. He still loved to romp around in the water though. He was literally my shadow and followed me everywhere. I think one of my favorite memories is when he was a pup, he disappeared from the yard and an hour later, he came trotting out of the woods with shed deer antlers. He was so proud lol.

Around 7 1/2 he was diagnosed with canine lymphoma. He had 9 excellent months of being spoiled until he had to be put to sleep, with me by his side of course. I have his ID tag hanging from my rear view mirror as a reminder of those happy times. I'm 31 now and still think of him daily. This all might sound sad, but it isn't. I feel very fortunate to have been his owner and friend.

I have two dogs,very loyal.No one enteres in my yard without their approval

I love animals too, especially dogs and cats. I was feeding a feral cat who I named Harry for six months. Then sadly, he recently disappeared. Via condios, amigo. Who knows, maybe he will reappear some day.



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That brings me to Indee. Miss independence.

She was part of a puppy mill. She came up from Florida with 37 of her brothers and sisters.
While driving on the interstate the van crashed and rolled. All the puppies were running around the interstate.
They were able to gather them all.

I saw the story on the news and knew I had to help out.
When I went to get her she was with 12 or 13 other dogs at a rescue home. It was dinner time for them.
All the dogs were eating. She's the only one who came over to me to say hi. That's where the name came from.
It was love at first sight. We've been in love ever since.