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Brunette Trixie:and welcome. Thanks for sharing. I know there is a big group of supporters for rescued greyhounds in my city. They are such gorgeous dogs. I always think they are so breakable. Lucious doesn't look like he's 11! A local couple who adopted 3 greyhounds found that they are uncertain on linoleum, hardwood flooring and carpet. They are used to one thing; dirt. And stairs can be a bit scary as well. But they do manage. Your Chico looks very sweet indeed. Nice that you have a protector in your home!
queenb: We'll have none of that squirrel stew talk around here! :nono
I do appreciate that the loving can be a lot less if you are over-run with the little critters. I have always had a resident squirrel or pair of squirrels. Although every so many years, they change. The older ones get beat up by the younger ones and sometimes the neighborhood cats and cars cut the numbers down. I'm not sure how much our extremely cold weather plays in their lifespan. They are pretty good at finding a spot somewhere to keep warm.
Welcome brunette trixie! Thank You for sharing the pictures of your two canine kids. The white & Black fellas below is my 16 pound Joey, The Tabby is my dear Mona who passed on to the Rainbow Bridge in January 2007.
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queenb, I can actually appreciate that your situation is different than mine, vis-a-vis squirrels. We have at least four identifiable ones whose territories overlap in our yard, and there are likely more whom I can't identify by sight (and I haven't tagged them yet). Basically I don't lose much more than a few flower heads every spring, a few bulbs every fall, some bird seed and tomatoes ever summer, but I'm willing to pay that price because I just find them so darned entertaining. Once our local tree-rats start carrying AK-45s, though, I'll have to rethink my position on them
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Wow. Just wow. I can't begin to express my gratitude to all of you who took the time to console me for my loss. It helps more than I can put into words. And to all of you who changed your avatars to display Bjorn's sweet face, well, if you wanted to make a crusty old Newfherder tear up and choke back sobs, mission accomplished
I won't go into the details of Bjorn's decline; it was mostly just the cruel effects of old age. My ex (and still co-owner of Bjorn) and I agreed that it was his time, and we had the vet come out to my house to administer the final mercy as I lay on the floor hugging him. She (the vet) kissed Bjorn on the forehead and said, "goodbye, baby" as the sedative took effect.
Bjorn now rests in the shade of a weeping willow that overlooks his two favorite places, the pond and the front porch. My ex's 5-year-old twins who have been around the Newfs practically since birth, came out yesterday. The little girl put flowers on the grave and promised Bjorn that she'd plant flowers there in the spring. Her brother, who for some reason doesn't like Newf slobber, overcame his inhibition long enough to kiss Gustav on the muzzle and tell him, "I'll be your brother now!"
Damn it. Now I'm crying again
Me too. Bjorn was a very lucky dog to have so many people love him so much.Originally Posted by Newfherder;2702638;
Wow. Just wow. I can't begin to express my gratitude to all of you who took the time to console me for my loss. It helps more than I can put into words. And to all of you who changed your avatars to display Bjorn's sweet face, well, if you wanted to make a crusty old Newfherder tear up and choke back sobs, mission accomplished
I won't go into the details of Bjorn's decline; it was mostly just the cruel effects of old age. My ex (and still co-owner of Bjorn) and I agreed that it was his time, and we had the vet come out to my house to administer the final mercy as I lay on the floor hugging him. She (the vet) kissed Bjorn on the forehead and said, "goodbye, baby" as the sedative took effect.
Bjorn now rests in the shade of a weeping willow that overlooks his two favorite places, the pond and the front porch. My ex's 5-year-old twins who have been around the Newfs practically since birth, came out yesterday. The little girl put flowers on the grave and promised Bjorn that she'd plant flowers there in the spring. Her brother, who for some reason doesn't like Newf slobber, overcame his inhibition long enough to kiss Gustav on the muzzle and tell him, "I'll be your brother now!"
Damn it. Now I'm crying again
And, now, here I go, too.
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