Msolga, right, she's wondering what the birds out front are up to, and wondering when our photo session will end so she can get out there to them ... well, as far as the screen door anyway, then it's a screeching halt!!!
Misti
(pardon the digression, everyone)
What a delightful avatar! You & whom? Your grandson? You both look so contented. Lovely!
Msolga, I was going to comment on that, too! Isn't that a lovely picture? :-)
You wouldn't know by my avatar and screen name, but I'm actually a cat owner. I've never had a dog and I prefer cats. I think they are cleaner. Though, I think when it's time to get a new pet I may try a small dog. You can't train a cat to fetch you another beer and I don't even want to think about how much furniture I've lost because my cat uses it as a scratch post. You can teach Dogs not to destroy furniture.
Our cats do not destroy furniture! They leave hair on everything - but don't destroy! Good cats! :-) And there is another very important difference between cats and dogs, roverroad. Cats have their litter box - dogs have to be taken for a walk! Oh, I can hear our neighbour going for a walk with the dog every morning at six. It is a very sweet dog - but still... at six? Every morning?
I agree Urs53, cats wouldn't want to walk at that time anyway:)
ossobuco wrote:But... where is Mr. Stillwater?
Coming back, Os matey, coming back.
it's about time. what else is there to do in oz anyway?
roverroad wrote: You can teach Dogs not to destroy furniture.
You can't possibly believe how destructive a bored dog can be. Do NOT let your new dog become bored.
I'll concede that my 3.5 pound MI-KI once destroyed a $3,000 leather sofa. I never would have believed he had it in him.
what is a mi ki? little sweetie poops?
what is a mi ki? little sweetie poops?
Yep. Translates loosely to Tibetan Dragon. Tiny dog with a curved spine, underbite, long haired non-shedding breed. Damn near silent, sturdy and has a genetic liking for feet.
If you've ever seen painting of the Tibetan God Mansuri, you may have noticed there are always 2 little dogs at his feet. If memory serves: According to myth, when someone dies; the two dogs transform into a two-headed Dragon that acts as steed for the God who takes the departed to where he or she learns to come back as some other life form.
The actual breed died out thousands of years ago, but those patient Tibetan Monks re-created the breed over the last several hundred years. My boy was only the 8th generation out of the monastery. Pound for pound, expensive as hell, but for an intelligent, energetic yet silent little guy with an awesome personality, they are worth every penny. I was looking for an English Mastiff when I found him.
Quote:Oh mi-ki, you're no slouch
You're no slouch
You wrecked my couch
Oh mi-ki!
....and it ain't happening again mutt!
