Here is the introduction to my furred, feathered, and scaled crew!
Chloe is my dog, a Collie/Aussie mix. I adopted her three years ago in May after we returned the Guide Dog pup we had been raising back to Leader Dogs (she passed with flying colors and was placed with a person!). She is my trouble child and we've had to overcome more issues with her in three years than all of the other dogs' lifetimes combined. Terrible resource aggression, low tolorence for physical manipulation, reactiveness towards a multitude of things, territorialness...she's liveable with now, but definitally not a saint! We love her anyway (Sometimes.
) Her nickname is "The Stupid Fuzzy", "Spazz", and "Stinky Butt Baboon Reject Dog" if that tells you anything. LOL
Rose is eleven years old now and is still fit as a fiddle. She is a Lab/GSD/ACD/? mix. She's a bit more grey around the muzzle, but she still loves to go for walks and still rids the garden and yard of vermin with the best of them!
We had to have Blackie put down in March after a long downward spiral. He had a seizure a year or so ago and it took a lot out of him. The vet didn't think he'd live out the month, but he hung in there. He would get almost back to normal, then backslide again only to perk up a week later. In March we think he had a stroke and he was absolutely miserable. He couldn't walk, he stopped responding to us, and he just cried. We had a vet come out to the house to finally let him rest. He was 14 years old. Still miss that boy. Horribley.
Pheobe is my mom's cat. She will be three in June. She was a rescue, found in a wood pile by our neighbors at four weeks of age. She had a toe completely ripped off and needed lots of care. Our neighbors were busy with fair season, so we nursed her back to health and decided to keep her. She is the most evil cat in the entire world and will go from being sweet and cuddly to trying to kill you in two seconds flat. The only person she likes is my mom.
Junior is "my cat". Technically, he is our neighbor's cat that has been living on our front porch for about a year now. Since I buy his food, got him a cat house, treated his ear infection, and got him vaccinated I say he is mine. He thinks he is a dog and is a GREAT boy. He's about two years old.
Apollo is the newest addition. He and his sister were brought in to the vet clinic I work at half dead at two days old. A tech took his sister home for round the clock care and I took him home. We had a bit of a scare with him a few weeks ago were he almost didn't make it, but he is now six weeks and is doing great!
Casey and Dameon are my ferrets. Dameon is three, I think, and Casey is four. They drive me bonkers and keep me sane all at the same time. Casey - the sable - is a sweatheart and LOVES to play. She's a little spitfire. Dameon - the cream - is a big lazy boy that enjoys sleeping, eating, and attacking people that come into my room. Everyone is amazed at how laid back he is, and then they run in terror when he attempts to eat them. lol
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Chloe is my dog, a Collie/Aussie mix. I adopted her three years ago in May after we returned the Guide Dog pup we had been raising back to Leader Dogs (she passed with flying colors and was placed with a person!). She is my trouble child and we've had to overcome more issues with her in three years than all of the other dogs' lifetimes combined. Terrible resource aggression, low tolorence for physical manipulation, reactiveness towards a multitude of things, territorialness...she's liveable with now, but definitally not a saint! We love her anyway (Sometimes.
) Her nickname is "The Stupid Fuzzy", "Spazz", and "Stinky Butt Baboon Reject Dog" if that tells you anything. LOL
Rose is eleven years old now and is still fit as a fiddle. She is a Lab/GSD/ACD/? mix. She's a bit more grey around the muzzle, but she still loves to go for walks and still rids the garden and yard of vermin with the best of them!
We had to have Blackie put down in March after a long downward spiral. He had a seizure a year or so ago and it took a lot out of him. The vet didn't think he'd live out the month, but he hung in there. He would get almost back to normal, then backslide again only to perk up a week later. In March we think he had a stroke and he was absolutely miserable. He couldn't walk, he stopped responding to us, and he just cried. We had a vet come out to the house to finally let him rest. He was 14 years old. Still miss that boy. Horribley.
Pheobe is my mom's cat. She will be three in June. She was a rescue, found in a wood pile by our neighbors at four weeks of age. She had a toe completely ripped off and needed lots of care. Our neighbors were busy with fair season, so we nursed her back to health and decided to keep her. She is the most evil cat in the entire world and will go from being sweet and cuddly to trying to kill you in two seconds flat. The only person she likes is my mom.
Junior is "my cat". Technically, he is our neighbor's cat that has been living on our front porch for about a year now. Since I buy his food, got him a cat house, treated his ear infection, and got him vaccinated I say he is mine. He thinks he is a dog and is a GREAT boy. He's about two years old.
Apollo is the newest addition. He and his sister were brought in to the vet clinic I work at half dead at two days old. A tech took his sister home for round the clock care and I took him home. We had a bit of a scare with him a few weeks ago were he almost didn't make it, but he is now six weeks and is doing great!
Casey and Dameon are my ferrets. Dameon is three, I think, and Casey is four. They drive me bonkers and keep me sane all at the same time. Casey - the sable - is a sweatheart and LOVES to play. She's a little spitfire. Dameon - the cream - is a big lazy boy that enjoys sleeping, eating, and attacking people that come into my room. Everyone is amazed at how laid back he is, and then they run in terror when he attempts to eat them. lol
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