The garden gate place I buy my dozen eggs from each week, have a couple of St Bernards leaning o'er the gate when I go there.
When they set eyes on Milo, they make enough noise to wake the dead, I asked the young lady how many St Bernards does she have ... 12 + an Alaskan Malamute!!
b'Jaysus! - what is it with these people, a neighb 3 owses ago had 7, and I thought THAT was enough.
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Too many dogs in the Top Hatters, starting drinking in the Bay Horse.
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I know someone with 27 spitzes.
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Funny thing is, looking at their owse you'd think they could do with a few bob!
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A general rule is
One cat or dog OK
Two cats or dogs - well OK you like animals
Three or more cats or dogs - eccentric at best and most likely a nutter.
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A girl at work had a day off last week to be at home so a carpet fitter could come and fit a new sitting room carpet.
She told us with a wry chuckle how she had been asked out by the guy as he left. She had apparently asked him how he knew she was single. He had evidently replied that as she had 3 cats it was a pretty safe bet that she was.
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>>as she had 3 cats it was a pretty safe
>> bet that she was.
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We have 4 cats.
We did once briefly have 5, but that is too many.
IMO one dog is far too many.
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Maybe, but show me a cat that'll carry your Sunday paper back from the shop !
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>> Maybe, but show me a cat that'll carry your Sunday paper back from the shop
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>> :-)
Show me a cat that will run up and down the garden wearing out the lawn.......
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I could show you a dog which jumped onto a moving narrowboat this afternoon to get to a cat which was on it. Chaos.
A clear 4 feet he leapt. He's a bit embarrasing sometimes...Fit little beggar though. I'll give him that.
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Fifi does exactly that down the hall to the kitchen when we are having tea. We have wooden floors so she puts each paw down veeeeeeeeeery slowly so as not to be heard.
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I could show you the worlds most stupid dog.
Up the road lives the cat from hell, it sleeps on a bench in the front garden, our idiot hound goes into the garden every time to look for the cat, and every time it comes back through the gate at around 50mph with cat inches from its tail.
Its like watching a 60's Walt Disney cartoon.
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>I could show you a dog which jumped onto a moving narrowboat this afternoon..
A few years ago, sailing around Greece, we'd pulled into somewhere to buy supplies and tied up next to a gorgeous teak decked 50-footer. Before we left, the owners returned - an oldish Italian couple with a Highland terrier. The dog stopped before boarding the boat and waited until he'd been picked up and had his paws dipped in a little bucket of water strapped to the pushpit.
Hard work keeping teak decks looking good.
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>>Three or more cats or dogs - eccentric at best and most likely a nutter.
The people I've come to know in Cornwall who own a crazy number of dogs, are far from nutters,
unless you think people are nutters who give up their valuable time to bring a little happiness into the lives of those less fortunate than us.
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Animals being jerks.
Funnily enough cats count highest but Kangaroo/Wallabies appear to be quite naughty too.
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Personally I think 2 dogs is the optimum. Company for one another when the humans arent around.
My 90% Lakeland lives with my old Mum. Spoilt rotten he is. Thin as a rake despite all the grub.
My best friend hates cats. His next door neighbour has 7 and they use his garden as a public toilet. Drives him mad. The solutions, as yet untried, are not for public consumption.
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>>Its like watching a 60's Walt Disney cartoon.
(Hehe!) .. made I larf :)
>>Personally I think 2 dogs is the optimum
The missus says she wouldn't want to have just the one dog in future, we did try Milo with a really nice Dobermann bitch called Indy that we rehomed about 6 years ago, but she made his life hell, she only had to curl her lip and he would slink orf somewhere and mope.
R/Ridgebacks are known for being 'aloof' though - takes after his owner I suppose ;)
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How many dogs is best is a vexing question. Depends entirely on the dog of course, but also the owner. Domestic dogs, being nothing more than repackaged wolves, are pack animals by instinct, and a singleton dog will quickly assume the family of humans is the pack.
Two dogs is ok and fun as long as neither has pretensions of establishing pecking order. If you get one of the pair that does then the human pack leader has to keep an eye on them. You wont get much serious trouble tho, and they will play happily - often play fighting. Siblings are best in pairs.
Three dogs is much more interesting. You now have sub groups within the pack and the human pack leader has to have presence, be dominant and have acute awareness of current pack dynamics. There will be occasional scuffles. Two will play fight often, one will do it occasionally but with a slight touch of menace.
Four dogs and you have a whole world of trouble. Fights will break out, blood will get spilt, normally placid calm dogs will surprise you, Human pack members will get hurt. ( I have seen a soft goldie take another dogs eye out)
I am talking largish dogs here. If you have a pack of tiny dogs they just all get excited and noisy and yappy and nippy and uncontrollable and generally hateful and intolerable.
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>>( I have seen a soft goldie take another dogs eye out)
Good grief!
My neighbour Jean a few owses back, who did the PAT dogs, had a multi-fuel stove fitted solely to keep her 7 dogs warm at night ... she wasn't short of a few bob mind.
I found taking a Rhodesian Ridgeback AND a Dobermann out for walkies a bit-of-a-bind really, jean was okay though, she had 5 acres of land to roam around on, nice.
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I have two Cocker Spaniels: Charley is 15 I/2, and Henry is 2. Unfortunately, Charley is deaf, almost blind and suffers from dementia. He has been a lovely dog and it is sad to see him now.
I got Henry just over two years ago as I'm not getting any younger, and wondered if I could cope with a puppy when Charley passed away.
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I am now entering the same phase. Fifi is 14 years old next month, great age for a Lab. She is happy, content, mobile, continent, all faculties tip top, but its now all going pear shaped.
The mobility is going - rear hips are poor, she has a heart murmur, the lungs are 50% effective and being a lab could be her downfall. Food has to get into her stomach the fastest way possible so the only chewing that goes on is to break things into the largest possible chunks that will fit down her expandable gullet, so inevitably her teeth are shocking. Today we woke up with a massive access. Trip to vet gets us antibiotics, with tooth out next week. With the bad heart and lungs, the anaesthetic is a substantial risk, so might not make her 14th birthday. I doubt she will make it to 15 if we pass this hurdle. I am not going to spend a fortune in vets bills keeping her alive if her standard of life drops below that she has now. Not fair on her or us, given that she has had a fantastic life to date.
So given a suitable period of mourning, what to replace her with. She cant be replaced of course, but the house needs another dog. Whilst I would love a cute wuppy puppy, at 58 years of age I couldn't stand the agro of the yelling through the night, the chewing of electric cables, the toilet training, the socialising, but most of all I cant get over the basic selfishness of getting a pup, while I know there is a rescue out there somewhere that needs what I can offer.
So thats what I will go for. Driven part by selfishness and laziness, and part by doing the right thing.
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I have come to that exact conclusion, Zero, and ofr the exact same reasons, even though I'm 15 years behind you in terms of age myself. My dog's just passed her 14th birthday (Jack Russell), and I reckon she's good for another few yet. Just had a review at the vet's, and they noted a slight heart murmur like you report, but nothing else on the radar. Still full of beans, although not too keen on the longer (2 mile plus) walks now.
When the time comes, will be be going for a rescue dog too. Mongrel, preferably.
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There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot lie-- Perfect passion and worship fed By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head. Nevertheless it is hardly fair To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits, And the vet's unspoken prescription runs To lethal chambers or loaded guns, Then you will find--it's your own affair But . . . you've given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will When the whimper of welcome is stilled (how still!) When the spirit that answered your every mood Is gone wherever it goes--for good, You will discover how much you care, And will give your heart to a dog to tear!
We've sorrow enough in the natural way, When it comes to burying Christian clay. Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent. Though it is not always the case, I believe, That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve: For, when debts are payable, right or wrong, A short-time loan is as bad as a long So why in Heaven (before we are there!) Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
Milo is 13 now, when he is laying by the fire of an evening, I can hear his cardio/vascular system is failing, I've decided to give him hour long non-stop route marches to try and open up his arteries, I know that in doing that he could just keel over and die on the road, he certainly looks that way quite often, and his back legs (hips) give him gyp at times too.
But he's my dog, and I don't want him (or me) to suffer a slow lingering death like I've seen too many peeps suffer.
My 'treatment' seems to be having a positive effect, so far.
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Great poem Dog.
Reflects my thoughts on being owned by three cats (at different times)
Is it your own?
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Thinking here of Zeros decision not to get a puppy.
Our Viszla was 14 months old when we got her, and she has become a loving and lovely dog to own.
However its quite obvious in her previous life that she had certain mistreatments, a raised voice by me will see her cowering and she's quite nervous of children and avoids at all costs (shows good sense they are invariably horrid creatures) and if i get the hosepipe out to wash the cars she hides down the bottom of the garden, its heartbreaking sometimes....unless out with us for specific reasons she'd rather be curled up on her chair regardless of weather, where other dogs i've had from pups simply loved being outside.
On the other hand we popped up to Wells next the Sea yesterday and walked for hours on the miles of beach while the tide was out, she ran herself silly chasing the gulls through the shallows like a small speedboat, she knew where she was as we've taken her before and she pranced about like a spring lamb, marvellous.
Not trying to teach you to suck eggs Z you know far more about dogs than i ever will, just pointing out there can be some saddening aftermaths to previous ill treatment the dog never forgets.
By the way, for anyone who hasn't been if you like to walk for miles on lovely sands and take the dog to run free do visit Wells, and if you leave about 5.30 ish you will find on the way back that the Crown Inn (does b&b too) at Gayton Nr Kings Lynn, does the most delicious carvery Tues to Fridays from 6pm, using local produced meats and ingrediants where possible, recommend a visit if in the area, a large appetite needed.
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>> However its quite obvious in her previous life that she had certain mistreatments, a raised
>> voice by me will see her cowering and she's quite nervous of children and avoids
>> at all costs (shows good sense they are invariably horrid creatures) and if i get
>> the hosepipe out to wash the cars she hides down the bottom of the garden,
>> its heartbreaking sometimes....unless out with us for specific reasons she'd rather be curled up on
>> her chair regardless of weather, where other dogs i've had from pups simply loved being
>> outside.
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>> On the other hand we popped up to Wells next the Sea yesterday and walked
>> for hours on the miles of beach while the tide was out, she ran herself
>> silly chasing the gulls through the shallows like a small speedboat, she knew where she
>> was as we've taken her before and she pranced about like a spring lamb, marvellous.
Exactly GB. What you have done is gotten yourself a dog that needed a good home, some confidence built. While its fantastic to get, rear, train and revel in its growing up, puppy, isnt it more rewarding and socially responsible to rehome and mend a broken dog?
Dont get me wrong. I aint going for a basket case, but trust and confidence i can rebuild in droves.
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>> a raised voice by me will see her cowering...
If only my wife would respond like that.
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>> Exactly GB. What you have done is gotten yourself a dog that needed a good
>> home, some confidence built. While its fantastic to get, rear, train and revel in its
>> growing up, puppy, isnt it more rewarding and socially responsible to rehome and mend a
>> broken dog?
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>> Dont get me wrong. I aint going for a basket case, but trust and confidence
>> i can rebuild in droves.
That fair comment Z, now you put it like that yes it does make for a better world.
The dogs mistress sitting beside me seems to have taught the dog well, she's bonkers and so is the dog.;)
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>> The dogs mistress sitting beside me seems to have taught the dog well, she's bonkers
>> and so is the dog.;)
I think we refer to it as character.....
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>> she's bonkers and so is the dog.;)
They're both barking then?
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>> They're both barking then?
mad as a box of frogs the pair of 'em....hmm reckon Z's got one of his harem lurking about, character indeed.
Tell yer how mad, when mini cabbing back in the days a bloke was daft enough to try his hand whilst she was driving him out in the lanes near Sarratt, when he realised she had increased to 80 plus in the dead of night with implications of a tree strike to his nearside his romantic inclinations diminished somewhat as inevitability of death loomed real, not a woman to trifle with she would do it too if necessary....her driving puts the fear of God in passengers at the best of times without trying including me but i don't know why she is extremely competent just sort of instant.
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>> a bloke was daft enough to try his hand whilst she was driving him out in the lanes near Sarratt, when he realised she had increased to 80 plus in the dead of night with implications of a tree strike to his nearside his romantic inclinations diminished somewhat as inevitability of death loomed real, not a woman to trifle with she would do it too if necessary....her driving puts the fear of God in passengers
A girl after my own heart gb.
I have been hesitating to post this, because I think it reflects badly on me. We had a regular punter in Clapham. She used the firm often but the other drivers didn't like her because she was a lesbian and had bad manners. I thought that a bit bigoted of them.
I got a Friday or Saturday job that turned out to be her and her squeeze for the night. They weren't going far. But she owed me a (very small) sum of money from a previous job. I had reminded her of it several times and been put off. So I was annoyed enough to remind her, very politely and urbanely, of this trivial debt when I picked them up. Instead of just coughing up the goddam 60p or whatever it was, she chose to start e***** and blinding, 'Oh no, not that again' sort of thing, but extremely rudely.
I wasn't actually in the best of moods, and I was 35 or so, the age at which all men are blackguards. I completely lost it and effed and blinded back at her. The thing she minded most was the epithet 'cheap hustler'. At the same time, I snapped into getaway driver mode and got them to their destination at a fairly brisk speed, tyre squeal, axle tramp, redlining in every gear, hurling the two women about on the bench back seat (no one wore belts in those days, or hardly). They protested a bit at first ("You're mad!") but later couldn't utter a sound. When we arrived after about three minutes of rather fun for me, utter terror for them, I waived the fare, apologised to the squeeze ('Awfully sorry this happened in your presence, nothing against you, etc.') and told the woman sweetly that she needn't bother about the 60p either, adding 'No hard feelings I hope'.
She avoided me after that, but the other drivers told me she claimed to have some tasty friends who were going to come round and beat me up. They didn't of course.
But I think I was being a bit of a bully. She asked for it, but I still was. Not the same as your missus, because the genders were the wrong way round. I was brought up not to be horrid to women (although actually I often have been - but let's not go there this time).
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>> Dont get me wrong. I aint going for a basket case, but trust and confidence
>> i can rebuild in droves.
And medically and mentally you know what you are getting. Pups can hide a plethora of nasty congenital breeding problems. By two years old, you have a good idea what.
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>> Dont get me wrong. I aint going for a basket case, but trust and confidence
>> i can rebuild in droves.
It is very rewarding when you do this, not to mention surprising just how dogs can bounce back.
When I was a kid, my parents rescued a wreck of a standard yorkshire terrier from a drunk bloke in a petrol station late one night who said if someone didn't take it from him he was going to drown it. The poor thing was so skinny you could count its ribs, was riddled with fleas, and had huge clumps of fur missing. It was cowering on the end of a lead, in a puddle of its own urine.
Needless to say he wasn't microchipped, and a few ads placed in the local paper bore no fruit, suggesting nobody was missing him, so we kept him.
After just a week, he started to play and to interact with us. Nervously, but a big step forward from cowering and shaking on his bed.
After a month, he looked normal and healthy, apart from a few thin patches in his coat.
After three months, he stopped peeing himself if you walked past him closely or raised your voice, although the cowering continued for a short while after that.
After six months, he chased his first cat out of the garden, and we had all completely fallen in love with him.
He was a clever little thing, and we taught him all sorts of tricks. He would beg, crawl, roll over, give paws as a handshake, bark (say please), bare all his teeth (smile) all on command. Just very occasionally he would have a little accident when he got over-excited or stressed, but otherwise we eventually got rid of all visible trace of his ill treatment.
He lived a perfectly happy and very full life until the age of 11, when his fur started falling out and he went off his food. He was diagnosed with a rare genetic condition whose name escapes me at the moment. The vet managed to reverse, and keep at bay the symptoms for a while with a course of drugs, but when the effectiveness of these started reduce, we took a very tough decision and had him put to sleep.
Our current dog, a collie/lab x called Socks is a rescue dog, although his history is nowhere near as dramatic. He was always well treated and cared for, but the lady who we got him from had been forced to move into a flat, and you can imagine how compatible that was with the energy levels and boredom threshold of an 18 month old border collie / lab cross. Apart from a hatred of other dogs, he's perfect. Great with the kids, and a real character. Fatter and slower now at 10, but still a joy to watch when he's chasing a rabbit or blasting flat out across the fields. He just doesn't have the stamina these days.
Any dog I have in future will also be a rescue dog.
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What a lovely post to read DP.
Pat
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>>Is it your own?
Sort of, with just a little help from Rudyard Kipling ;)
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In answer to the question, yes. Zero is about right.
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One is too many if it lives next to me and barks,
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How do you make a dead cat bark?
Easy, pour petrol on it, light it...
Goes WOOF !
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Lucky Pats not about m8 or you'd for the high jump!
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Pat's been working but I've caught up with him now.
It's an in sensitive joke, one that should never have been put on an internet forum, but one I fully expected from Humph.
....I'm still laughing:)
He has a dog he can't control anyway so he has no chance with cats!
Pat
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It's my wife who can't control him. He's perfectly well behaved with me. Knows the natural order of things y'see...
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You ordered him to terrorise the boat dwellers?
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No, he was in her charge at the time. Loosely speaking of course.
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>> How do you make a dead cat bark?
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>> Easy, pour petrol on it, light it...
There's one that comes and massacres birds and/or does its bizz in my garden. If i see it on my patc I'll imagine it's on fire and hose it down.
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>> There's one that comes and massacres birds and/or does its bizz in my garden.
Thats where the fun element comes in, train up yer dog to respond to ''pussy cat'', when cat is seen get dog all excited by doing the ''pussy cat'' wind up routine, gently open door as cat looms into view and launch dog...great sport...even the cat from hell vanishes with 'stinky' in hot pursuit, its when on its home turf that the chase reverses..:-)
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>>Thats where the fun element comes in, train up yer dog to respond to ''pussy cat''
Milo responds to "puss puss" (even if I whisper it as quiet as quiet can be)
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>>> There's one that comes and massacres birds and/or does its bizz in my garden. If
>> i see it on my patc I'll imagine it's on fire and hose it down.
Just been over to drop something with a neighbour and that cooking fat had crapped on my lawn again. One of them sits on drive sunning itself while I scoop up its poo with a shovel.
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>> that cooking fat
Brilliant !
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A very old Carry on gag from 1970 ........ Carry on Loving I believe......
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Not one of the better titles, but the only one I've ever caught Mrs C lifting the corner of her mouth at for three seconds before leaving the room with an emphatic door slam. She's not a fan.
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Once you've scooped it up, deposit it on the lawn of the wretched feline's owner. Or post it through the letter box.
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One of the upsides about having a dog is that you don't tend to get cats in your garden. However, with my dog anyway, you don't really get to have a garden either. Unless you like a "Somme" themed one that is.
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The local Chinese takeaway acts like a dog warden . One loose dog is ten too many. They tend to bite my ankles when walking/running..
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Zat iz nought ma dauwg...
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>> The local Chinese takeaway acts like a dog warden . One loose dog is ten
>> too many. They tend to bite my ankles when walking/running..
And they said dogs were stupid.
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I dont think my friend wants to scoop up the daily mess left in his garden by the neighbours 7 cats.
Sonic deterents dont work, nor do 'Get Off' scatter crystals.
I might lend him my Lakeland terrier, but one day is probably not enough, and its not fair on the dog to leave him in a strange place for hours on end.
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>Sonic deterents dont work, nor do 'Get Off' scatter crystals.
I think the only cat deterrent pellets that will work come from these folks.
tinyurl.com/bq99chb
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>> I might lend him my Lakeland terrier, but one day is probably not enough, and
>> its not fair on the dog to leave him in a strange place for hours
>> on end.
You'd have to keep the dog outside all night though. Cat's will do their business when you're snuggled up in bed at 2am in the morning. Sneaky little bar stewards.
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"Once you've scooped it up, deposit it on the lawn of the wretched feline's owner. Or post it through the letter box."
What, like this bloke? 4.40min in. :))
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VPs3cF8vOI
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What I don't understand about people who have numerous animals is how they can afford it.
Our old moggy costs must cost me around £600 a year by the time you take into account food, vets bills flea worming treatments vaccinations etc and trips to the cattery can cost me another £300 in a year.
In all I expect the cat will cost me about £12,000 in its lifetime.
I expect very few people look at the cost taking when on an animal.
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Why have times changed so? When I was about eight, I was given a cat. It lived for about ten or eleven years. It visited the vet twice. Once at the beginning to be neutered, and again at the end when it was put down as it had become ill. Other than that, it had a tin of cat food a day and that was the total cost.
I don't know how much a tin of Puss-E-Kins or whatever was in the sixties/seventies, but it can't have been a huge expense or my mother would have complained about it, not being a cat lover.
Were we being irresponsible on not having it vaccinated against something or other I wonder, or was that just what everyone did?
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Indeed times have changed. When I was a child my dog went everywhere with me. He'd wait unaccompanied at the bottom of our road when I was due home from school, he'd follow me about when I was out playing on my bike and sometimes in the summer holidays, we'd cycle as a bunch of kids down the coast road from Edinburgh to North Berwick to play on the beach for the day. 25 miles each way mind you ! Half a dozen kids and as many dogs, none on a lead, just bowling down to the seaside. The dogs would get to share our packed lunches and the guys at the Lifeboat station would let us put some water in a bucket for them.
Another favourite expedition was to cycle down a riverside path near Cramond and then walk out on the low tide causeway to Cramond island to let the dogs chase and occasionally catch rats.
No one got hurt as I recall but can you imagine anyone allowing their offspring or dogs to do that now?
There was a lot more dog crap lying about of course. Some of was white which always puzzled me. You never see that now either. Probably that's for the best of course.
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>> There was a lot more dog crap lying about of course. Some of was white
>> which always puzzled me.
Dog carp is white and crumbles easily when its natural for the dog, ie raw meat and bones, fish, crushed veg etc, its unnatural cooked or processed dog food that produces the foul mess, i suspect your boyhood dogs fed on a proper dogs dinner of whatever they could get their teeth into.
I liked that idylic childhood vision Humph, mine was a more solitary childhood as we lived in rural areas often in tied cottages miles from others, i was never home mind and when we had a dog it was always with me, i roamed for miles and spent hundreds of hours in the woods old limestone quarries and fields either alone or with the odd other (other odd.;) country brat.
Never liked towns still don't, too many townies.
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Funny you should say that GB. I don't much like towns either, but to qualify that I love both rural areas and equally enjoy big cities. It's small towns I don't get on with. In a city as indeed with a village it's innate in the inhabitants that you have to be able to rub along with most people whereas in a town you get silly wee cliques of people desperate to be seen as different to the rest when in fact they are all remarkably similar.
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Bubba is 13, which is a good age for a R/Ridgeback, he hasn't been to the vets for, eh, 6 years.
I bung him some Drontal Plus XL now and again (no young children around here BTW)
He has one meal a day at 7pm, and that's it, no tit-bits, ever.
I've just given him his 1 hour non-stop route march around the lanes of Cornwall (use it or lose it)
Some of the vets bills I hear about from peeps are quite shocking actually.
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>> Some of the vets bills I hear about from peeps are quite shocking actually.
We don't do pets, apart from the hens, but ISTR when we had a cat many years ago vet fees seemed quite reasonable. That was before the rise of pet insurance, which must have propelled vets' earning opportunities into the stratosphere.
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>>That was before the rise of pet insurance, which must have propelled vets' earning opportunities into the stratosphere.
Yep, say n'more, it's the first thing they ask you "Do you have pet insurance".
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>> It visited the vet twice. Once at
>> the beginning to be neutered, and again at the end when it was put down
>> as it had become ill. Other than that, it had a tin of cat food
>> a day and that was the total cost.
That's always been the same with all our cats. They are from sturdy farming stock, complete mongrels, and are never ill. It's stupid and unkind breeding fancy animals that then have health problems.
Half a tin does them usually. They eat out mostly, or bring home take-aways.
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If you don't at least give them worming tablets and flea treatments they will most certainly riddled with with worms if they eat mice etc and suffering from fleas for most of the year.
However sturdy their stock if they are unvaccinated against Feline enteritis they will almost certainly die if they contract the disease which is widespread in the environment.
I believe that If you own an animal you owe it a basic level of care.
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I did in the medical pet insurance when it got to over 30 quid a month and the next quote was for 50 quid. That was 4 years ago.
Since then dog food, dental chews, worming and flea/tick stuff is less than 25 quid a month.
Not had Mondays vets bill, but it will be added to next mondays bill, when I reckon I shall be lucky to escape the surgery with a live dog and change from 450 quid.
Pet insurance is a right con, its get prohibitively expensive when you need it, and Its forced the cost of vet treatment and veterinary drugs through the roof.
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>> I reckon I shall be lucky to escape the surgery with a live dog and change from 450 quid.
Poor Fifi... an abscess (assuming that's what she's got) on a tooth is no joke. I hope she survives another year or two in reasonable fettle.
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>>hope she survives another year or two in reasonable fettle.
Indeed, good luck.
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Incidentally, I'm a volunteer with The Cinnamon Trust charity.
We walk dogs when their owners are unable to, either through hospitalisation or other illness. Other animals are also taken into consideration.
Anyone with any spare time, even a couple of hours a week, would be made welcome.
Please feel free to Google...apologies for not posting a link.
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Well she came out from the op OK, 12 teeth and a bit of jawbone removed.
Fid out later if my wallet is terminal.....
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>>Well she came out from the op OK :)
12 teeth and a bit of jawbone removed :(
Fid out later if my wallet is terminal ^_^
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>> Fid out later if my wallet is terminal ^_^
Sharp intake of Breath
570 quid
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>> 570 quid
Think what a dentist would have charged if she'd been a human being... sounds horrid though, poor old dog. No doubt you will have to cut her food up for a while at least.
Hope she's recovering and not too miserable.
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I wonder if you could have taken her to the Blue Cross or the PDSA, dunno if I'd have forked out the best part of £600 for Milo at his age.
I've got a 4 tooth bridge (molars) which was fitted by the national elf service over 25 years ago, it fell out about a month ago while I was getting stuck in to some nuts.
I said to my postie that I was going to the dentist to have it sorted out (last Friday) he said you'd better take your wallet with you!
=£18 ... good ole national elf see.
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>> I wonder if you could have taken her to the Blue Cross or the PDSA,
>> dunno if I'd have forked out the best part of £600 for Milo at his
>> age.
You need to prove you are poor to use the PDSA, Blue Cross or the RSPCA. I look at it this way, I would have been paying 500 quid a year in pet insurance, I stopped that 3 years ago. So I was 1500 quid up, now I am 1000 quid up. Dont mind paying 500 quid for one off treatment (bit like changing the cam belt) but I wont be forking out 500 quid plus a year for any future ongoing chronic problems. I can buy a new one for 500 quid.
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>> I can buy a new one for 500 quid.
One of my children shocked me slightly by saying a day or two after her cat's demise probably under a car that she wanted a 'new cat'.
An African friend, a very successful musician, acquired a monkey. Young members of his enormous household teased it mercilessly. It was tied round the waist with a length of amp cable with a big jack plug on the end, secured usually to some railings.
One day it escaped and fled. Another monkey was obtained and secured in the same way. Later my musician buddy called imperiously for his 'new monkey', which made me laugh. It cowered away as he tried to feed it an ice cream, but once it got some on its nose it accepted the titbit and ate it hungrily. It too didn't last long though. After it had gone it was blamed for the disappearance of a parcel of marijuana. Hilarious.
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>>You need to prove you are poor to use the PDSA, Blue Cross or the RSPCA
Yep, that explains how come we used to use the one at Victoria when I were young.
>>So I was 1500 quid up, now I am 1000 quid up
I can't argue with that, lets hope she's okay now.
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The people up north have found a way to solve the problem :)
tinyurl.com/cc4kmn2
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>> tinyurl.com/cc4kmn2
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But of course that's exactly what they do now given their 'Power'. What was a very genuine and supportive charity has become an over incomed and self important entity. I wonder if anyone has ever asked the question (Freedom of Info act) just how many healthy animals they kill.
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or one should ask, how many could you have saved with the money you spent prosecuting the hunt.
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Glad Fifi's ok Z. Will she have to keep her dentures in a little extra bowl at night?
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I didn't realise dogs had so many teeth, she has 12 out, but still has 32 left!
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Has it affected the way she barksh?
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No, but the postman is going to get a shevere gumming in the morning. Its now a real case of barksh worshe than bite.
Last edited by: Zero on Mon 13 May 13 at 21:36
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- - - Mr Z Sir.
Avez vous ever considered rehoming a Pig? www.adoptabullterrierrescue.co.uk/
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Often fancied myself as Bill Sykes, the dog has to be called bullseye of course.
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>>the dog has to be called bullseye of course.
hehehe ... absolutely!
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English bull terriers are charmingly ugly and taciturn brutes. You can't help liking them on sight.
You wouldn't want to be bitten by one though. They are said to have uncertain tempers when elderly... but perhaps it's a myth and if they know the nippers and haven't been persecuted by them they won't bite them. I wouldn't know, and I wouldn't ever have wanted to find out the hard way.
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I've always thought they were butt-ugly TBH, the woman who runs that outfit was on BBC Radio Cornwall at lunchtime and I likes the fact that the dogs aren't automatically neutered, unlike 'the other' animal rescue charity.
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Can you have too many dogs? - BiggerBadderDave
