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Our pets are a huge part of my life, I am proud that both of mine are rescue pets from animal shelters.

Zoe(monster) is a 2 year old Belgian Malinois. She is extremely smart :graduate: , instinctively and very protective of our family, especially me. She loves to play catch, ride in the car, go on walks, runs. Her breed of dog is naturally very active and she is by far, no exception.

Spooky is our medium hair cat who, like a majority of cats, enjoys lounging and getting Zoe in trouble for chasing her. She is very 'talkative' especially when you tell her no, she will backtalk and tell you off anytime you dare ruin her plans. The picture is of her laying in our Christmas wreath that we just purchased and dared lay on her little perch. As with everything else, what is ours is hers

So show off your pets and brag a little. I would enjoy seeing them and reading about them.

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We have one cat. We adopted her from a shelter. She was 2-3 when we got her. We named her Science. She's such a fun and loving cat.
 

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I rescued a medium-haired/Manx mix from the local shelter. When I brought her home she wanted nothing to do with me, or anyone else for that matter. Now, 4 years later, she knows me by my smell, my voice, how I walk, and where my bedroom window well is. She will sit in my lap for about 5 minutes (per day, sometimes up to 15) and, when allowed in the house, will not sit or lay on anything that I haven't sat on, except the floor.
 

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We have a two year old golden retriever who we bought from a farmer way out in the country. She is one wild, crazy dog, but we love her dearly. She loves to play with her toys, run around the house and pounce on me. We got her after our golden suddenly died. She has filled the void in our heart that the other one left.
 

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We have a very social 17-year-old female tuxedo cat who loves to sleep with us -- when she can manage to jump up onto the bed. She was two years old when my wife and I adopted her, and we sometimes refer to her as our first child. She loves to get into meow conversations with people. She'll meow at you as long as you meow back, which I've always enjoyed doing. I'm quite good at meowing after all these years. :)

We've also got a few fish, and my daughter has a guinea pig.
 

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I have my Guinea Pig pet friend, "Ernie".
 

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We have 2 cats. One names Blacky, and the other named Tigger. They are some of the oddest cats ... I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. XD
 

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i have one dog that i have to give up :( I cannot have pets at the place i currently live and she is living with at my grandma's and my brother is taking care of her. He does not mind doing it but she is food aggressive with his dog. Hence i have to give my baby girl up.
 

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I have a 12 year old Tortishell Kitty, named Mia. She was born stray and we didn't want to see her get sick and pass away so we adopted her. She's got quite the attitude for her age, but I love her to bits.

We also have 2 Cairn Terriers named Winston and Churchill. I think they're both little bastards, but Winston is awesome.
 

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I have a dog but I'm not sure what he is, we think he's a terrier mix but that's just what the vet said. he came to us as a stray in the night as a little puppy being chased by one of the feral cats.
 

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My avatar is a picture of my cat "Little Sweetie Sweetheart". She is my "therapy" cat. I got her as a 9 week old kitten and worked on training her for a therapy cat. The &(*%% property manager tried to evict use for having her, so I had to send her to my friends for 2 months while I sued the )*^)^*&%^ to follow the ADA and fair housing laws. She was very upset that I took her away, then brought her back. Since then she has not been the love bug that she was at the start. Now she is my therapy cat. I do not have any time to be depressed, because my job is to take care of her. So I have learned my place as her staff.
 

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Mine has to come in the form of a story.

In the year 2000, when I was 13, my first dog died. :( We were very very sad as could be expected.

A year later, we still hadn't got a dog. One of my friends has a farm and one day a Blue Heeler Kelpie Cross wandered onto his property. She was so malnourished you could see her ribs and the pads had been worn off her feet from walking. She also had substantial injuries to her face. Obviously she must have fallen off a ute (pick up truck) or a truck without her owner realising. For three days they kept her, advertising that she had been found and took her to the vet. Their dad is a famous horse trainer so had good free access to professionals and was pretty good himself. After three days she started to act happy again and, it turned out, she loved little girls. She wouldn't leave my friends sister alone. But, unfortuantely, they already had four dogs so they asked if we wanted to have her, at least until they found the owner.

So they dropped her off. Usually when you get a rescue dog they've been mistreated and are wary of people but this dog was not worried at all. She had a sniff around, met our chooks (chickens) and then went to sleep. I named her Maggie and spent a lot of time with her. While not unhappy, she wasn't energetic. Turns out she was still exhausted from her experience. One day she got up, said hello to me, when outside and had a poo out the back. Then BANG! She sprinted around the yard for no reason. Full of energy. Super happy.

Over the next coupe lf months she started getting fatter.

And fatter

AND FATTER!

The vet confirmed it. She was pregnant with at least 6 puppies.

Over the months I grew to be Maggie's person. She was my dog. (For once my mum, who is very good with animals and kids, wasn't the centre of the universe). I taught her new things but I could never get her to "speak." In fact, she never barked at all for the first 5 years we had her. Eventually we discovered her previous career. She was a sheepdog. We took her to my uncles and when she saw his sheep she headed out with his own dogs. She responded to all the commands and was very good at it. My uncle said that he could easily get $8,000 for her but could get it up to $12,000 depending on her training and age. (We don't like my uncle...)

A few other things in her training we found hard. She refused to come inside. It took us dragging her to get her in. As soon as she crossed the doorway she was happy and would promptly lay down and sleep. We also couldn't get her to eat because we didn't know her command word. We trained her the whole time we had her on a new command word but it never really stuck. Luckily, she just loved food due to her time starving so eventually she just ate.

Then, on December 1st, my mum, dad and all the cousins went to watch the cricket for my cousin, Chris', birthday. My brother played computer and I was watching TV. By this time Maggie had learned how to open the doors and wasn't worried about coming inside. So I heard the door open and then I felt Maggie grabbing my arm with her mouth and she pulled. It was like from Lassie! It was one of those "Bark Bark! Come with me! Old Pety fell down the well!" It was unmistakable, "Follow me." So I got up and followed her into the garden. We have half an acre. She took me over to a hole she had dug and inside it was something looked like a dead magpie. Maggie was wagging her tail furiously in that way dogs do that sends their whole body wagging with it. The dead magpie moved and I realised it was a puppy! I picked it up, it was half the size of my hand, and took it to my brother. We got a blanket and put the puppy on it in my room. That was a mistake, because Maggie took that to mean, "This is where you are having your puppies." In a flash, she had crawled under my bed.

We called Mum to figure out what to do. We were excited, not panicked. She told us to go next door and get our neighbour, an Aboriginal lady in her early thirties who was training to be a nurse. Veronica, the nurse, became the midwife and she also had all her family in town too from Central Australia. So we had a dog under the bed, propped up on bricks, at least 10 kids, myself, Mark and eventually Mum showed up with her sister. Her sister was hungover from the night before and all the blood didn't help her.

7 puppies were born, then the placenta (which Maggie quickly ate) and then, mysteriously, another puppy came after it. The puppies were all healthy except that last one who seemed a bit stupider than the other puppies. Probably didn't get oxygen for a little while.

We started selling them twelve weeks later at the cost it took for medical bills. But no-one wanted the super boisterous big one. That was the puppy I picked up in the garden. So, we kept her. I love the fact that I was the first person to touch my dog in it's life.

The only mistake we made with that dog was letting my dad finally name one of our animals. He called her Pinhead. We call her Pin or Pinnie.

Pinhead was highly energetic and learned a lot from her mum. She even learned to round up our chickens even if she did kill one. She thought it would be fun to pick one up and run away from me. Chase me! That is the only time I've kicked a dog. We later found her in a cloud of feathers with the neigbours chickens. So we tied her up, put chickens under he collar and hit her with their carcasses. It's not nice but she has never been able to eat raw chicken since.

Maggie died early last year from cancer. We think she was two years old when we got her so that would have made her fourteen. Well, we put her down... It was that that killed her but the cancer caused too much pain for he to do the things she enjoyed such as walking.

One thing I learned is, if you have two dogs, show the body of the one that died to the other one. It's heartbreaking to watch but it's very important for closure. Otherwise they always look for the other dog.

So, now we only had Pinnie. She got fairly depressed but we got her out of it by doing lots of walks and having someone always home. (The one time my crippling depression has been good.. I'm home most days) But eventually we decided she needed someone to keep her company. To keep her on her toes. She needed a puppy. But my brother beat us to it.

My brother picked up a rescue dog. This was a special type of rescue dog. Often farmers will shoot any dog that doesn't meet their standards. This is one reason why I have a general dislike of farmers. This farmer was good though, he would sell any unsuitable sheep or cattle dogs for $300 through an animal shelter. The benefit of getting these dogs is they are partly trained. The dog was named Jib, which my brother's army friends find extremely funny... some inside joke about my brother. He is a red cloud kelpie and had been a cattle dog for 3 months before the farmer decided he was too lazy to train. And for a kelpie, he is lazy. A kelpie at one year old can run 60km a day. Jib lays down in the shade during our walks all the time. Not because he's unfit, but because he relaxes while he waits for us to catch up. Once again, he is already trained and is very good with our chickens. Pinnie is fairly old now and takes short cuts in her chicken duty... She rounds up one chicken and leaves the rest to Jib. The problem is Jib is used to working as a team and Pin walks through all the chickens to find one specific one that she rounds up.

Pin is old, but happy. She still walks around the block and Jib is a puppy... so.. yeah... This sums up Jib
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I love my dog
More than I love you
But you may fade
My dog will always come through


Maggie left - Pins bum right
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Pin 2 years old
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Pin now
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Pin now with the one chicken that she rounds up. She has made it so comfortable that it tries to roost next to her bed.
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Jib
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We have two kittens well cats now. Nala and Peaches. They were adopted from a friend of ours. They are the light of my husband and my life next to our human babies. Nala and I talk often in meows. Peaches is quiet and lovey.
 

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I have three cats. Two of them are domestic shorthairs and the third a full-bred siamese. They are all quite awesome. Oh, and I have a pomeranian who annoys the hell out of me, but I still love her. :p
 

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I have two dogs. Both Collies. One is a young hyper dog who likes herding everything, and the other is a lazy dog who looks exactly like Lassie.
 

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I hear of all the people keeping the big pets like dogs and cats. Kinda feel out of place...

I have two pet mice. They are Fancy Mice and I got them from a home breeder, who had two females left over. I named them Oreo and Nutella Jilaybi (a kind of sweet). I named them for their colour on their coats. My dad often called me 'baby mouse' when I was a little boy, and that was admittedly the inspiration for me to get pet mice. Also, my three sets of cousins have kept mice/hamsters in the past before, so I guess I'm playing a catch up game now as I enter adulthood.
 

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I love mice as I've said in other threads. So cute. So fun. I had them when I was a kid.

Cockatiels are the only bird I would keep because I hate caging birds the whole time. Those birds are smart enough to be trained not to need a cage except to sleep in. I love the different personalities too.
 

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We have a very social 17-year-old female tuxedo cat who loves to sleep with us -- when she can manage to jump up onto the bed. She was two years old when my wife and I adopted her, and we sometimes refer to her as our first child. She loves to get into meow conversations with people. She'll meow at you as long as you meow back, which I've always enjoyed doing. I'm quite good at meowing after all these years. :)

Ditto that except for the age and gender. Our classic looking tuxedo was abandoned at the vet by someone and he lived there 1½ years. When we got him he had a sever pot belly and no hair on his hindquarters (he had food and flea allergies). With a proper diet and flea treatment he is now at normal weight (we weigh him weekly and his weight is very consistent) and his fur is beautiful once again. He does not like brushing, but loves hand rubbing. Unlike most cats, when he has had enough rubbing, he does not bite or scratch, he simply leaves. He has never bitten nor scratched us.

We adopted him a few weeks before our 12 year old shelter-adopted black cat was diagnosed with lymphoma. This was a painful time for us.

Our first cat was a pure-bred Siamese. He was extremely affectionate. Every morning before I left for work, when I would open a kitchen drawer to retrieve my wallet and keys, he would sit in front of me, whack my legs with his "forearm" and meow for me to pick him up. When I cradled him in my arms, he would put his paw on my nose and I would say "beep". He would withdraw his paw looking me in the eyes, and then replace it for another "beep". He was with us for 21¼ years - 101 cat years.

All three of our cats were strictly indoor (other than excursions to a screened-in porch).
 
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I don't have any pets, nor do I have any desire for them. I'm content with my own company thank you very much.

That said, other peoples pets have managed to adopt me. My wife's cockatiels like me better. Not sure why. Possible reasons are that I let them out more, I whistle better, and I'm more tolerant of things like stealing food out of my mouth. I have taught them that its not polite to stand on the plate when stealing food.

Junior has a 50+ pound shelter mutt. Pit-Lab according to the vet. She's well trained, but she gets anxious and chews things when left home alone for too long, so they drop her off here a couple days a week or when they travel. I'm told she whines with excitement all the way here when they start the car and say "Grandpa". She explodes out of the car and into the yard on arrival.

I don't care for dogs. The only way I can get her to leave me alone is take her out for a 5 or 6 mile run/walk so she'll go take a nap. There's a cushy couch next to the TARDIS in the basement that I let her sleep on. Apparently long walks+big yard+'allowed on the couch' is the equivalent of Carribean Vacation to a dog. When we go to Junior's, Grandma gets to hold the baby, the dog is in my lap. Or tugging me by the sleeve toward the front door.
 
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Hehe Max. I'm the same with cats. Don't like them but they love me for some reason. (For cat lovers.. I don't like them because they are a huge feral pest in Austrlaia and kill all our wildlife. There's 20,000,000 feral cats in my state alone and they have wiped out thousands of species. I would probably like them if I hadn't grown up in a rural area)
 
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