I don't like rodents like a dog, so I prefer those pets who don't need care and attention. I'm talking about aquarium fish. I read a great article on the website https://pawfectpawprint.com/how-to-c...-clamped-fins/, where a lot of useful information is told for those who decided to have such pets.

I have a lot of animals at home, hamsters, parrots, cats, and dogs. I love animals and I have fun with them, as well as almost no stress. My kids love to play with dogs and I bought https://mypetguru.com/dog-puzzle-toys/ my dogs are energetic and love to play, it is their joy

Hey! I also have a pet, a rather unusual pet - this is a leopard gecko. I recently wondered how long these reptiles can survive without food and decided to look for information on this. As a result, I came across this article about how long can leopard geckos go without food
I highly recommend reading this information, you will be very surprised!

He's so adorable *pats for Jack*

Originally Posted by Mark

I have a Japanese Akita x German Shepherd, He's 3 in july! I dont have any newer pics (Newest is about a year old) But i'll head out with my digital tomorrow and take a few!

Here's the older ones for now!
Jack havin a stretch!

The first ever pic of him! (Hes about 9 months here!)

He's a good poser 2!

And heres one of the jaw, The power!


Thats all for now! I'll try get some more soon, the size of him now is unreal!

My lads still goin strong, hes more mature though these days, not trying to eat everything he see's.

Originally Posted by Korean_Boi

now... if i can only find one of my fat brown one

Awwww a little fat one they love to eat don't they!

My girlfriend has a sheperd mix that basically considering mine. I'll have to try and take some pictures of her soon.

heres a pic of my white pom

now... if i can only find one of my fat brown one

Korean_Boi you must dust off that web cam I'm waiting to see a pic of your pommies!!

PrimeWoman what a lovely story all I can say is *HUGS* they are our little friends in fur suits aren't they

I've just got back from Tasmania, Gemma loves to go with me and play with mum's dog (Maddison), I got some cute pictures of them frolicking in the heavy frost that we had (no snow I was hoping Gemma would see snow for the first time!)







Dressed in their best to raise money for the RSPCA in the annual 'Million Paws Walk'

My favorite pet was a drop-dead gorgeous, honey-colored, 1/2 Golden, 1/2 Lab I named Mercedes, Sadie for short. I raised her up from 5 wks old and she was my companion/buddy for 11 yrs. She responded to vocal commands and hand signals. She was extremely intelligent, a quick learner, had a fabulously gentle demeanor, and of course, was as friendly as it gets.
When she was a pup, she somehow got her head stuck underneath the front seat of the car. I pulled over and tried to dislodge her, working half-panicked to free her. After about a half hour, with all my efforts being futile, I threw my hands up in the air and vented..."Dammit..you got yourself stuck, you get yourself UNSTUCK!!!" I'll be hanged if she didn't in less than 2 seconds flat.
I was in the process of trying to teach her "Stay" during that gangly-legged phase. I had to make a mission of mercy errand, and took her along for the quick ride. I left her in the car, window half down, and told her "STAY" and walked away to ring the doorbell. She tried to jump out of the car to follow me, and given this wasn't the most graceful and coordinated time of her development, she fell out and immediately wailed. The blood-curdling kind. The kind where you know immediately that this is a run to the doggie hospital wail. Yeah, her leg was broken and required a cast, but apparently it was the final lesson it took to learn the command "stay".

I kid you not, one time she faked an injury and limped about for attention for a couple of days. I felt and inspected her leg, paw, pad, webs and toes. Nothing, no jerking when touched, no twitch, no evidence of injury. On a hunch, I enlisted the aid of a friend and asked him to bring his dog over. I instructed him to park in the back alley and enter via the back gate. When he arrived, Sadie limped to the back door and barked, as she felt was her duty. I opened the back door as he and his dog entered the back gate. Sadie BOLTED out the door and hauled full throttle to greet them. Midway I said: "A-HA!" She stopped dead in her tracks for a moment to turn and look at me. "You're sooooo busted", I said. She turned back around, quite unconcerned that her ruse had been made and frolicked with her friend, her mysterious injury miraculously healed.
One day, a local radio station was having a Buck-A-Bark contest. The winners had a yappy lil dog that went ballistic when the man pretended to attack the woman. Sadie and I came in 4th place, and because I had her trained to bark on command in response to to a hand signal, the DJ decided to "interview" her then and there on live radio.
We lived in Germany for a while, on the economy. Upon our arrival, our apartment neighbors were obviously not overjoyed by the propect of having to share space with yet another American couple, but worse, ones with a large, presumably ill-behaved dog. It wasn't long before she won the hearts of all; given snacks, lovins and taken for walks by them. She was welcome everywhere we took her to include restaurants, shops and gasthausen (essentially, tavrens with rooms for rent). The troops on post lavished her with all kinds of attention and was the closest thing to a mascot the unit had.
One time, my husband and I took a 2-week leave to fly from Tenn. to Oregon to introduce his family to the newest member of the clan, our son. This was the first time in 7 years that Sadie had been seperated from me. I had a gf dog-sit. By the 2nd day, gf called all panicked because Sadie was not eating, playing or interested in life. What to do, what to do???? The proverbial lightbulb went off and, although I felt silly, had her put the phone to Sadie's ear. She responded immediately to the sound of my voice...tail wagging, ears up, and just overcome with joy by the sound of her master's voice. LOL...had to call her daily to reassure her of my presence.
The day I had her put down was one of the saddest in my life. She had liver cancer and weighing quality of life vs quantity of life was a heavy decision to make. She had had a good, rich life, many adventures, much travel, lots of love and I couldn't see her spending the last of it hooked up to tubes at the vet's office in a cramped cage. The look in her soulful brown eyes, that once twinkled with the joy and lust for life were now pleading for mercy. In the end, I believe, it was her choice and I was only carrying out her wishes to be released from the agony and despair. I held her and spoke to her gently as the injection eased her journey to the Rainbow Bridge. That was 14 yrs ago and I am still brought to tears at reliving the experience. Thank you for allowing me to share.

i have two hamsters(fat enough to be considers guinea pigs!) oscar and butterball :[ one of my other hamster died *creampuff* bless her heart. she died of wet tail, itsa bacterial infection from weird foood she eats when she escapes (i call her houdini sometimes because of that) when hamsters or other rodents get wet tail they diarhea and refuse to eat, then they just starve to death, thats the first time i cried over anything, except the time i saw airbud(the first one...they have like 875638 different airbuds now)but that was when i was like 8

and two pomeranians sabrina(which i call yabrina cz yabrina rhymes with sabrina :P) and sammy just because i like the name sammy!

ill post l8er once i get my webcam working

awwwww *hugs* its too sad when you lose a little furry friend

...my kitty of 15 years is very ill right now and I can't be there because she lives with my parents, things are not looking so good...

Well, I hate to bring the mood down in this thread, but we just lost one of our cats. Oscar died of an apparent Cardio Myopathy (heart defect). I saw him at the bottom of our vbasement stairs, he looked like he was rolling around on the carpet (he was a goofy kitten, so it didn't surprise me at first). Then he sort of shuddered and stopped moving. I picked him up and he was as limp as a rag doll, he was not breathing, and appearred to almost be choking. By the time we got to the Vet's Office, he had died in my wife's arms. The vet did a brief necropsy and diagnosed the mentioned heart defect. That was a pretty tough day for us. The worst part, he was only about 10 months old.

Even sadder than our loss, is the loss to his litter mate. Felix still walks around the house meowing, almost like he is looking for his brother. Fortunately, we have an older cat who gets along very well with the kitten, so he will not be too lonely.

Here are some pictures:

Oscar, the kitten who passed away (that's his brother, Felix, in the background).


With his brother, Felix (you can see how close they were).


Salem, the oldest.


All 3 cats on the couch together.

OMG I love your pictures cseabourn and your story Brad729...
Brad I always knew you were a sweetie

I'm such an animal lover! I do possum rescue here, I've raised a few that were orphaned through road accidents and released them again...

Gemma had knee surgery also when she was about 6 months old, her knee cap was floating around on the inside of her leg...and now she is like super pup bouncing around without a care, its wonderful how they recover so well

Originally Posted by Brad729

That's great that she got better! My uncle's dog went through the same surgery and for the same reason. People who don't have pets don't understand they're kids, you can't give up on them because they have an expensive medical bill.

One of our other shelter dogs has arthritis and takes medication for it. Sometimes he can't get his hind quarters off the ground, so you gotta watch him and he gives you a certain "i wanna get up now" look. Once he's up he'll wander around until he gets tired of walking though. With meds and plenty of love he's happy and got a little more life in him. He's like 15 I think, the original owner wanted him put to sleep and the vet talked them into letting my boss take him.

I've only had to put down one of my pets my whole life, he was an old dog with nothing left. He couldn't even hardly breathe anymore. Precious is around 7 years old now.