Bwhahahahaha so I have two large dogs and two cats. My eldest is my cat Chance and he is 15 and a half years old. He is my favorite ( I know that is so bad to say, but true). He is very in tune with me and my moods, he follows me like a dog, come when I call him, he is my baby. I can carry him in my arms to the vet and he won't leave. He is just the sweetest thing every night curls up at my shoulders/, lays on me or against me and purrs me to sleep. I have had him since he was 3 months old. We have been through a lot together. I saved him from a short life roaming the woods and he has helped me become the person I am today. He has taught me patience and unconditional love, how to read moods from facial expressions and much more. It was just he and I for many years until I rescued George.
George George George he is quite an animated dog. Who knew he would be the dog he is. He is stubborn and feisty and so sweet. My friend M rescued him from the side of a major rode. She saw him one day and he got away. The next day she saw him again and she cornered him in a cemetery, borrowed rope, got him in her car and brought him to our office. Our friend named him Stanley (he didn't like that so much). We called his owners, who were not so happy we called. Said we could take him to the shelter and have him put down, that he was a troubled dog (should have threw up red flags) that he dug and jumped out of the fence. I just thought they didn't understand huskies and I did. I grew up with them and had been looking for one. So, I took this sweet blue eyes 1ish year old husky home to meet my sweet little man Chance. Chance bowed up as huge as he could between me and that strange blue eyed dog. That dog laid on the ground head and all and just looked at that cat like, 'I'm sorry I just want a home I promise I'll be nice to you.'. And he was he has loved Chance since the moment they met. Chance however. Not so much. It took him a good 6 months to be nice to George ( poor George took many claw marks on he nose). It was a rough few years for Chance and I to learn to live with a dog. He woke up early, we slept in. He has to potty outside, we potty inside. He had all this energy and wanted to play all the time, we were lazy biatches. He ran away constantly even when on a leash (literally would jump up shake his head and get out of his collar). He locked me out of the house. He would crap on both couches. He was something else. I even questioned if he loved me, until one day we were going for a run and I tripped fell let go of the leash. He started to make a break for it, as I cried out in pain. He stopped turned around and crawled back to me to see if I was ok. At that moment I knew he loved me. Hard to believe he's been with me for 9 years. He now no longer runs away, comes when you call him, he eats off of a fork. He is my dainty sweet stubborn funny boy. He makes the funniest faces, talks back, very demanding, loves sleeping under beds or tables, has such a unique personality.
Then we got Caitlyn. Her owner was taking her to the pound. Sweet little kitten that George would sleep with before she could open her eyes. So we took her. Chance hated her for a year, maybe longer. Hissing anytime she walked into a room. But George he loves her. He cleans her, let's her sleep with him and protects her from other dogs. He protects both the cats. It's very sweet to watch. We love out Caitlyn Bailey. Her meow is so faint and girlie. She loves everyone. She is my bathroom kitty. She loves being in the bathroom with you. Love that sweet girl.
Then we got stuck with this sweet month old lab mix. Poop monster who too over a year to house break. Stubborn, panty eater, cat crap eater, never leave mamas side black poppy. At 2 years old he is starting to lose his puppiness but gets sweeter and smarter as he ages.
So my sweet puppy does things that really puts himself in danger. I swear he has nine lives so we do a lot of waiting and seeing. If not our vet bill would be ridiculous. I love him but if you are dumb enough to keep eating things that can't even taste good like a bra, then I cannot help you. I can love him as long as he lives. So that is what I am doing. Loving him trying to keep him as safe as possible. But somedays I feel like the worst mom ever!
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