Monday, April 06, 2009

My House Eats Stuff! And Matters of the Heart....

One would think that if there was something missing that one could go back to the one spot that you last had it and it's not there. You go looking around a simular place and it's not there. Look at an unusual spot that one would find it and it's not there. Stuff gets eatten, and it's not only at my place I find but at the most other people's places at well. It's sad how much stuff goes missing within the wilds of other stuff. Oh wait...Hey!!!

It was right here all along...

Anyways I've been devouring books at a great amount, so much that the librarian is afraid to call me anymore since I bring in and check out about 20 books every time and visit her at least once a week. Even though most of the books that I take out has been in the junior or Young adult but I've found that they have more varied amount of topics than the adult books. Even still I've been reading some adult books as well as some non-fiction as well. One of which is Marley and Me, the book that the movie was based on. It made me laugh and cry and remember because one of my own dogs was so much like Marley that I wonder if he could be a brother in mentality because there would be no way for him to be brother in blood.

But of course I haven't been able to choose the greatest of pets in my lifetime. The first pet that I had all on my own was Snowflake Obsidian (Name of a rock)And she lived to her name. She was as dumb as a rock and often (vocally) came to pester the whole household whenever she was outta water, food or needed her washroom cleaned. Even though she wondered when she was going to be attacked by my sister or a dog she raced away only to glance around the corner to see if one was following so that the chase could continue. She often latched herself to the top of our curious dog, Healy, head. I always found it funny to pry off her claws from the head of an animal whose head is larger than the cat herself. She was small and liked hiding in areas away from our grasp so sometimes we find a clump of her fur in the most unlikest of places. I'm waiting until we pull up the floor of the house and find all of her cat toys that she stashed in the vents.
And then there is the two dogs. Buddy (the gray one on the left) and Healy (The black one on the right) Buddy came to us as a stray drop off that had some major issues. When he finally wouldn't leave I gave him a bath and found that someone had shot him with a paintball. Later I found that a lot of people of a certain nationality like shooting dogs with paintballs, pellet guns and even rifles. A lot of them show up in the pounds with need of major surgery and in the end some had to be put down because of this. It was possible that Buddy was one of these dogs, or just wondered into the way of someone playing on one of the acreages here. Either way he was too friendly for his own good and loved his food. He was useless as far as doing dog duties ie. barking when people arrived, playing any sort of game...We also found out that we couldn't keep him pinned in at all. He would climb out of wire cages, find his way out of wooden fences...

And then there was Healy... We had him since he was a pup and he was the most strangest puppy that I've met in a long time. When he was first brought home he didn't chew on shoes, instead he fell asleep on mine, and only mine, and slept with his nose firmly planted in it. His front paws were twice the size of his back paws (Which was the size of them all the way until he died) and a tongue that was far too large for his mouth. He was a good sniffer for sure and we always joked that he should've been trained as a drug dog for the police. He liked playing frisbee and hockey, even getting so much that he would body check someone in order to get to the fabled prize: the puck or ball or anything that he so desired. I guess it would be the part of retriever or Great Dane in him that made him so good at it. Even though getting the puck, or ball back away from him is something that is difficult to do.
Also like Marley in the book he would destroy things when it came to a storm or fireworks. Unthankfully it was Buddy who taught him to be afraid. It was until we got Buddy that we started to run into problems. He destroyed form ply and wire fencing, until his bullheadedness would force himself out. The last winter we had him it was hard on his hips so that it was cruel to tie him up anymore. He still liked to play and track down milkbones and even when his sight and hearing went he still would come to my whistle. When you come to own a dog as long as I did Healy it's hard not to think that a dog ages when they still are doing the things he did as a puppy. I once found my arthritic dog curled up on my shoes, snoring away. It made me smile.

And then there is Snookums. She trained Buddy to lay down whenever she commanded so she could lay on top of him. She's now 12 and lordess of this property. Weither it be wild dogs, other cats or even a passing fox she launches herself into attack mode and chases them off. After losing Healy and Buddy this year we have been lucky to still have her around, still playful (to attacking falling leaves, snow and her own tail) and loving. She was another stray that was left behind when a neighbor took off in the middle of the night. While our other neighbor will feed any wild cat, he assumes that she's ours. It didn't help that she had to wear a tick collar last year because we found her with a couple of the parasites bounding off of her *Uuugh* Now she's clear and even five minutes ago she was happily tracking down the fox to chase it off the property.

4 comments:

~avie~ said...

AWWW!!! I luv all of ur animals!!! SO CUTE!!!! ^^

King Ashura said...

*nod nod* You sure have had a lot of pets around you. ^_^

Very brave in my opinion...Especially with the dogs. And maybe the cats too. I particularly enjoyed reading about the unique personalities of your pets. ^^

And let me quote you here, "Stuff gets eaten..." Cute! I agree, absolutely!

Kami Akai said...

Thanks ^^ I *heart* big dogs, it's the little ones that scare the crap outta me...Never know when they are going to trip you or something. >.> They are evil in that way.

And as for stuff...I like writing about stuff. ^^

Ryn said...

yay aminals!! (not misspelled, i say animals that way a lot haha)