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Nursery Pets
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The Not On Purpose dogs - wandered up and never left... |
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G.Q. Sometimes I'm a Gentleman
"That sunshine is ruining my photo op." |
G.Q. joined us after he had a losing round with some kind of vehicle. We captured him with the help of the animal shelter, hauled him to the vet, and spent months gaining his trust. He looked so horrible when he came home from the vet, that we named him GQ after the magazine that always has handsome men on the front. Yes, he's missing a few parts, but we think he's handsome now. He barks at the whole world, including us, but notice that the tail is still wagging to beat the band.
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Two New On Purpose Dogs |
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Wilbur & Orville
"Do we look like brothers or what?"
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After losing so many of my geriatric friends, I had decided that I'd never again take in large dogs. It's so difficult to have to ask everyone for help in dealing with them when you're grieving. But then, G.Q. was grieving too. He lay in the spot where Fat Boy had died and howled for several weeks. He stopped barking at everyone and seemed to just give up. He had been with a whole bunch of pals since the day he was introduced to all of the others. Although he always seemed to be the biggest loner in the pack, he didn't want to be alone. So, I put my name in the pot. (You know, there's that quasi-formal, informal group of people that keeps in touch about animals in desperate need of homes in every community.) An English teacher and her husband saved Wilbur and Orville from being shot. Dumped by their owners in hostile territory, they were getting ready to leave our world when she and her husband were driving by. So yes, these dogs have guardian angels. |
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My Wild and Crazy Feathered Friends |
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Mickey B.- a "bird brain" to be admired... |
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"If I ignore her, maybe she'll go away..." |
"O.K., O.K., I'll show off" Mickey Bird is an African Gray. |
"That's enough. Show's over. I'm gettin' outa' here." |
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Rosita is my lovely, disheveled yellow-nape Amazon. After nearly 20 years, I've accepted that my lovely perch-potato will never be thin, nor will she ever allow her feathers to be "normal". I don't know her age, just that she's the sweetest of all the Amazons I've ever known...and that's saying a lot....Amazons are intelligent clowns and notoriously fickle. Most vets want to keep her because they've never seen an Amazon with a loving personality!
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BIRDS REQUIRE A LIFE LONG COMMITMENT. DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND MY ENDORSEMENT OF MY LOVELY FAMILY AS ONE THAT YOU SHOULD INVEST IN. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A TWO-YEAR OLD FOREVER, THEN YOU WILL ENJOY A BIRD... THEY ARE: FUNNY...CURIOUS...DEMANDING... CHEERFUL...INTENSE... & INCREDIBLY LOUD & MESSY... Please research any bird that you plan to acquire to be sure that it will fit into your lifestyle... Always buy domestically bred birds!!! |
Max, a beautiful little orange-wing Amazon, is a recent addition to the family. He's a sweetie with a very loud voice! Fortunately, he prefers to "honk" in his incredible voice as the sun rises and sets... |
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Fickle Felines |
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Precious Born in the greenhouse, she became the only tame one of the litter. She's the tiniest cat I've ever had.
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Romeo ...came out of the blue. He began hanging about, begging for food and I called him Bupe because he is the color of Butter Pecan ice cream and has unusual amber-colored eyes. I woke up one night to find him asleep on my feet in the bed. He'd followed Precious into my house! Thus, he became Romeo.
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In Memory of |
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Samantha, the black lab was the first "on purpose" dog, and she ruled the pack. She loved to play soccer with the basketball, and like most labs was very friendly. Ball chasing and flopping for a belly rub were her favorite activities. |
Simply Sam
"Wanna play, huh" |
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Huey the Hunter "I know I saw that wabbit somewhere." |
Huey, the saddle-back basset, was the most obnoxious of all the dogs. Should have been named King of the Hill. He's the only dog that I know who flunked "puppy school", but we loved him just the same. |
| Fat Boy wandered across the field behind the nursery one spring morning and simply decided to stay. He managed to rip carpet off steps, jump through the front living room window and totally destroy the water gardens before we decided that he too needed to live in his own space. Since you could feel every rib when he walked up, we named him Fat Boy. He gives G.Q. a companion to pal with. |
Finally Found A
Home Fat Boy
"If you'll keep me, we can pretend I'm a Golden Retriever!" |
