Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pets. Show all posts

Dec 24, 2015

30 Days of Christmas Day 30: A Pet Quiz

1. A dark science room                                                   ____Chow Chow
2. Teutonic minder of ewes                                             ____Black Lab
3. Colorful insect chaser                                                 ____Papillon
4. Pugilist                                                                        ____Mexican Hairless
5. Food-food                                                                   ____West Highland Doxie
6. French butterfly                                                          ____Husky
7. Scots mountain girlfriend                                           ____Bluetick Hound
8. Bald southern neighbor                                                                          ____German Shepherd
9. Not fat, just over-sized                                                                            ____Saint Bernarnd
10. Beatified author Cornwell                                                                   ____Boxer









Here endeth our 30 Days of Christmas! Have the Happiest of Holidays,

whatever you celebrate!





Dec 17, 2015

30 Days of Christmas Day 23: A Happy Pet

Those of you who keep track of me might recall that about a month ago, my cat decided she needed to sleep on the computer desk, between me and the screen. It made her happy, but me not so much, since she'd playfully reach down every once in a while and swipe a claw at my swift-moving fingers.  Someone suggested I bring a second chair to the computer desk and make it hers. At first she wasn't sure (note the look on her face).
You want me this far away? Really?

Okay, I guess this is good
It took a procession of pillows and blankets before I found one that suited her, and I had to block the chair so it doesn't swivel and make her feel insecure. Now she spends most of the day there, even if I get up to do something else.
Of course, there's a caveat. I have to lift her onto the chair. If I'm not around, she gets up there just fine, but if I'm working, I have to listen to her cry until I stop typing and settle her in.

So today's topic: What makes your pet most happy? Is it a place? A treat? Something you do?

Dec 12, 2015

30 Days of Christmas Day 18: The Cat's Christmas

They've started again with the cruel season. They put toys all over the house and then freak out when I play with them.
There's a tree full of shinies and danglies in the corner of the living room, but "NO! Don't touch!" happens when I get anywhere near it. I managed to get in a few minutes of exercise with several of the things they hung on it while everyone was somewhere else. First I had to un-stick the nice things from the tree, which was hard. Then I had fun chasing them around on the floor--at least until Dad came in and bellowed like an angry bull, "Mary! Come see what your cat did!"

They put pretty things on end tables and shelves too, but again, I'm just supposed to look at them. A grouping of half a dozen figurines in a little wooden shed sits on the coffee table. I knocked them onto the floor to see if they'd roll nicely on the carpet. Only one of them did, but that one was fun to bat around until it went under the piano too far for me to reach. Mom had to get the broom and use the handle to retrieve it, and she wasn't happy.

Yesterday Oldest Girl put some things under the tree wrapped in paper and decorated with bits of ribbon. The ribbon is fun to chew on, and the paper is easy to shred when you've got claws as nice as mine, but when she saw what I was doing, she swatted me! I had to escape up the tree, which set it to swaying back and forth, and then EVERYbody was upset.
Now I'm shut in the upstairs bedroom with just a window blind cord to play with.
I don't get this Christmas thing.






Dec 10, 2015

30 Days of Christmas Day 16: Pet Peccadilloes

A peccadillo is a behavior that is a little odd and particular to one person--or in this case, pet.
I've listed some pets we've had and their idiosyncrasies, and I invite you to share your list.

*A cat named Fred who went hunting with my husband, following at his heels like a hound whenever he left the house with a gun.
*A horse named Dolly who guarded the water trough and only let the cows and other horses drink when she felt they deserved it.
*A cat named Ching-a-ling who (somehow) climbed to the top shelf of a floor-to-ceiling bookcase and sat as still as a statue until just the right moment and then scared the bejeebers out of guests.
My sister & I with Laddie and Ching-a-ling
*A dog named Laddie who stayed under the bed as long as there was thunder outside.
*A dog named Gertrude who slept on our bed without permission but never got caught. When you started up the stairs you'd hear a thump, and on the bed there would be a small imprint, but she'd be gone.
*A cow that absolutely hated one of my dad's shirts and would throw a fit if he came into the barn wearing it.
*A cat named Taz who sat on his rear like this--very undignified!
Taz

Dec 3, 2015

30 Days of Christmas Day 9: A Pet Question



If you know the Sleuth Sisters, you've met Buddy, Faye's mongrel, and Styx, Retta's Newfoundland. You know Barb has formed a tenuous relationship with a stray cat. Book #2 had some horses join the family, and Book #3 took us to the family farm, where there are reindeer and peafowl.
In the 4th Sleuth Sisters book, chickens are an inciting factor--Bet you never heard that in a mystery before!


All this brought to mind a question for today's post: If money, space, and other possible drawbacks were somehow taken care of, what animal would you choose to get for a Christmas gift? (to add to the ones you already share space with, of course)


Nov 26, 2015

30 Days of Christmas-DAY TWO

Today I'm challenging you. Tell me:

Is your pet on Santa's Naughty List or his Nice list?

This is Burt. He's on the Nice List because he's so patient with his pet girl.


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