There is a reason I favour standard poodles over 50#. The new one's sproinkier than the last, thinks he's a lap dog when you're on the floor, and sometimes goes kittyish.
But he couldn't, at his sproinkiest, put a patch on that, thank goodness.
We once invented a Small Dog Olympics. How far can you throw one? How many can you jump over without squishing one? Of course, we'd have to sedate them first. (This a joke. I have met very genteel small dogs and don't condemn them, but don't want to live with them. Besides; you get more exercise stepping over larger ones.)
I am definately a cat person. I don't dislike dogs, in fact if I lived where I could have one I probably would, but I like big dogs, I wouldn't want a small yap dog. My preference is for the German Shepard, Doberman, or Collie. I just don't think it fair to the animal to have one in a small apartment, big dogs need safe space to be able to run. My family has always had dogs, right now Mom has a Shih Tzu (named Sue Lin) and my sister has a black Lab named Nookie (short for nanook.)
Well, I wake up with some kitty's tail in my face often. I don't have lines between canine and feline in my house. They're all interesting and lovable. My dog was raised by cats. My cat has learned to sit up and give me "high five" from the dog. It's just how it goes.
Even the weird cat has forgiven me for existing. Mostly. She goes into high dudgeon when the noble alpha bitch kitty Perrine comes to visit. If I weren't one I wouldn't understand it. I'm forgiven for now.
Their nicknames are "Pussyrat" with"Sweet Little Blacklips" or "Good girl pretty girl" if she needs honeyed tones. She may have been damaged by oxygen deprivation. She comes to a double click.
My cat picked me. His main nickname is "Puppycat". He really is.
They all have different calls. It's odd, but none of them is "Here, kitty kitty".
Perrine comes to kiss or the sound of her meow. She picked her own name. It's a high-pitched "Prrrui?) Roll the "R" a bit and have read "The Adventures of Perrine" and there you are.
I sit down on the sofa and watch my leopard gecko eat beetle larvae. I am charmed to watch a female cricket lay eggs, and try to keep the humidity right.
My catfish is unhappy and I'm not sure why. But will make him unhappy by looking him over closely in the morning
I am Anniemal. I didn't pick the name.
And Jamie comes to a bunch of different calls, but a minor third works best.
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But he couldn't, at his sproinkiest, put a patch on that, thank goodness.
We once invented a Small Dog Olympics. How far can you throw one? How many can you jump over without squishing one? Of course, we'd have to sedate them first. (This a joke. I have met very genteel small dogs and don't condemn them, but don't want to live with them. Besides; you get more exercise stepping over larger ones.)
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Even the weird cat has forgiven me for existing. Mostly. She goes into high dudgeon when the noble alpha bitch kitty Perrine comes to visit. If I weren't one I wouldn't understand it. I'm forgiven for now.
Their nicknames are "Pussyrat" with"Sweet Little Blacklips" or "Good girl pretty girl" if she needs honeyed tones. She may have been damaged by oxygen deprivation. She comes to a double click.
My cat picked me. His main nickname is "Puppycat". He really is.
They all have different calls. It's odd, but none of them is "Here, kitty kitty".
Perrine comes to kiss or the sound of her meow. She picked her own name. It's a high-pitched "Prrrui?) Roll the "R" a bit and have read "The Adventures of Perrine" and there you are.
I sit down on the sofa and watch my leopard gecko eat beetle larvae. I am charmed to watch a female cricket lay eggs, and try to keep the humidity right.
My catfish is unhappy and I'm not sure why. But will make him unhappy by looking him over closely in the morning
I am Anniemal. I didn't pick the name.
And Jamie comes to a bunch of different calls, but a minor third works best.