Post by Wolfeh on Mar 21, 2014 10:48:47 GMT -8
Show everyone your pets! 
If you have more than 5 (like me) or have large images then you might want to put them all in spoiler tags (so things load faster). I don't care if it's a goldfish, tarantula, dog, or cat, post it! 
Dogs
Romeo a red piebald merle American Cocker Spaniel. It was him and two other merles which were the only healthy cockers we ever got the chance of meeting, but unfortunately they are not AKC standard and are very much misunderstood in the AKC world. Romeo gives me hope for the breed, he is very sweet, funny, cuddly, healthy, and beautiful. We love our wiggle butt. We named him Romeo because he was going to be a stud muffin until we decided it was too risky to have a merle male and female (merle to merle breedings are where bad stuff happens) and we chose the female over him.
Godiva, a puppy I picked from my first cross breed litter. I loved her as much then as I do now, she is my baby and my love. <3 She has an under-bite but this is her only flaw. I named her after Lady Godiva as I love the myth and think Godiva was a strong, brave, and beautiful woman. The name also means "God's Gift" and I do feel Godiva was a gift from god.
I don't currently have pictures of our three other dogs, but one is an old Chihuahua named Sadie that we rescued, showed up in the boonies on a family's back doorstep, we came to pick up a ferret cage and they asked if we would take her too and we figured she was so old and small that what harm would there be in taking her? The other two, one is another crossbreed from Godiva named Aphrodite and the other is a black and white tri rough collie named Nan (short for Banana, we took him in from a family that didn't have time to love him, and he is very much a lover!).
Cats
This is Mama Kitty. She was dumped at this farm house we moved into, the previous renter was moving and said we could rent it after them if we took this cat. Well, turns out this cat had newborn kittens but she only took one with her (or only had one, but I find that unlikely), we could never find the rest. The singleton kitten was named Bear, and I'll talk more about him below. Anyway the renter said she showed up there about a year ago, skin and bones, so starving that she couldn't even walk, but was crawling. She's 9 years old now and usually sleeps on top of my desktop (the warm heat it gives off feels good on her arthritic bones) but lately she's taken an interest in the rats next to my desk (they like to fight through the bars, don't worry though, both participants thoroughly enjoy it, the rats often boggle about it) so she sometimes sleeps on it. Messy desk is messy.
This is Bear, Mama's kitten. He's a big, huge, poly-dactyl baby. His multi-toed paws combined with his size and very-easy-to-agitate personality is where he got his name. Bear rule #1, do not touch his paws. Bear rule #2, do not touch his butt. Violate either of these rules and he will make a very strong threat to smack you (he's more reluctant to smack humans than dogs, dogs are a zero tolerance policy!) He loves to have conversations with me (which are comprised of "meow" and "Bear!", he meows, I "Bear") and sleep on my chest at night, which reminds me of the first time I got to hold him. My mother didn't want me to touch him at first as she was worried about what the mother thought of us (if she trusted us or not), but when they started moving junk out of the basement it scared Mama half to death and she grabbed him and put him into the hole of a cinder block, where he screamed and screamed like the angry little baby he was (it was cold (was winter) and wet!) It was upsetting Mama even further, she did sweet little meows to try and console her baby while watching the humans move giant stuff and make horrible loud noises. I was worried about both of them so I grabbed him, unzipped my jacket, put him on my chest, and zipped it back up, then I melted from having a little kitten warm and content on my chest. ;A; That was when he instantly became my baby. Mama calmed down and after they were done moving stuff I put her kitten back on her bed and she came and nursed him (then I petted her and she went into kneading bliss). Once we moved in we also moved them into the house, and they have been indoor-only ever since (though Bear and Stormy go outside, through the doggie door, I think Mama's done with the outside). No more roughing it in the basement, or out in the crop fields! Oh and Bear is 7 years old now.
Bear as a baby (GET READY FOR THE 'DAWWWW)
This is Stormy, she's about 6 years old now. I snatched her while we were living at that farm house, I opened the door to get the mail and saw this little tiny kitten dash across the yard and try to squeeze itself under the fence, unsuccessfully, I might add. Did I mention it was raining cats and dogs, flooding the yard, and with thunder and lightning? Well it was, and that's how she got her name, Stormy. I ran and grabbed her before she could get away, I was shocked at how surprisingly tame she was, I grabbed the scruff of her neck expecting her to bite me like any feral cat colony kitten does, but I guess because she was sick, full of worms, and hungry, she couldn't fight me or was just giving up. We patched her and her ringworm up, and here she is today. She's been odd from day one, besides the fact that she didn't fight for her life she also would stare at us like were were alien invaders as a kitten, but she seemed to like being near us, which she still does. She hates to be petted though, even though she asks for it (she bites me if I stoke her more than once, my mother disciplined her for it so she doesn't bite her, but she does flick her tail like mad).
Stormy as a baby, giving the "dafuq is dat"/"alien invaders" look.
This is Boots, the 3 year old neurotic ringworm kitten. This was down the street from the farm house, we had moved but the kittens follow apparently. She was extremely sick and starving, she came to our dogs for love and food and was met with barks which roughly translated to "OMGHERD ITS A TINY KITTEH". I went out to tell them to be quiet and saw her and snatched her up. She was skin and bones and refused to leave my chest for the first day (I had to slowly lower her into my lap by bending over while she was sleeping, because it killed my arms to hold her on my chest), I think because my heart beat reminded her of being with her mother or siblings, then for another two days would not leave my lap. I had to walk her to the cat food, water, and litter box, and immediately afterwords she demanded my lap. All she did was sleep too, I had to wake her up routinely to eat, drink, and go potty. That ringworm is a sneaky little ninja of a fungus, I always notice these little bits of missing fur or scabs (with her it was a scab on the nose, Stormy was a bald spot on her tail) that make me go "hmm" but unfortunately that is all I do is "hmm", until it finishes incubating and confirms its ugly presence by growing itself on everything and then I'm out treating all of the cats (luckily no dogs were infected, with Boots anyway, Stormy was another story). This is a picture of her from day 1 to today, she was the sickest most neglected kitten I have seen to date, and because she was very friendly from day one, I know she was dumped by someone. OH and her name, I named her after her little bootie markings, and also because I loved the Puss in Boots character from Shrek.
Rats
We have a bunch but these are some of my favorites. This is Ivory, my favorite out of all of them. She's an imperfect ivory (has some black spotting) dumbo but she's still pretty to me. It doesn't take much to make her happy, all I have to do is put her on my shoulder and go walking around the house and she boggles up a storm, lol.
This is Banshee, he's a screamer, hence his name. Thankfully unlike most screamy rats, he doesn't act extremely skiddish or try to bite you after screaming (if he did, he'd be snake food), it's more of a "nooo don't touch me" kind of thing (we like to say he's sensitive...) For example, a rat will go to groom him and he'll scream about it at first and then quiet down because he likes the grooming. He'll scream about you picking him up but he won't run away and will allow you to pick him up, he's just voicing his opinion about the whole situation. He also doesn't like to be groomed/petted roughly, if you pet him roughly he will run away (roughly as in: you use your finger and rub in small circles to imitate the grooming naturally done between rats), but if you stroke him softly he will sleep in your lap like a cat. He's amber with ruby eyes and has imperfect bareback markings (just a littleeee bit of spotting, might actually pass on the show table but still imperfect by my standards.)
This is Two-Tone, Ivory's baby and his father is Handsome The 2nd, because he looks like the original Handsome (and is ADORABLEEE have yet to get a picture of him, he's agouti and essex marked.) Anyway back to Two-Tone, he's a beige dumbo with high white markings and is also bi-eyed. When he first got his fur he had two different shades of color, the mark on his back looked beige while the markings on his head looked amber, that's originally where his name came from, the bi-eyes were a surprise. He's also a hugeeee sweetheart, like Banshee he will just stay in your lap all day as long as you softly stroke him. That's actually how I got such a good picture of him, he was in zen mode.
This is Apollo, he's a gorgeous fawn who has such a rich color that I thought he might be a different color, but apparently there is no color deeper than fawn so he's just a really gorgeous fawn. XD He's a sweetheart who loves to be petted and every time I walk by his cage (which is a thousand times a day) he always catches my eye with that dark orange color. <3 He was named after the Greek god Apollo, god of the sun (among many other things).
This is Half Tail who we took in as a rescue, the lady couldn't keep her anymore. Part of her tail is missing and she seems to have bad hips or something, her legs are widely spaced apart and she really picks up her feet when she walks, like a penguin. Anywho when we first got her and her buddy Gracie they were quite skiddish but with food and plenty of handling Half Tail tamed down while Gracie stayed the same. Half Tail actually turned into a huge pet, she loved to be handled and petted. Here she is boggling in my sweater. She passed 3/18/2014, 7 days after this picture was taken, after contracting mycoplasmosis, and did not respond to treatment, so she was humanely euthanized. Gracie passed the same way after we had her for only a few months, I think they both had bad immune systems. They both passed at the age of 3 years old. She was the sweetest most cuddly rat I have ever had the pleasure of owning though.
Goats
The goats, Andy (left, wether/castrated/neutered buck) and Anne (right), Nigerian Dwarf twins. They're both really sweet though at first were very standoffish. Anne was bred to a mini Lamancha buck and should be kidding soon. They were named after raggedy Ann and Andy (but I prefer the spelling Anne). THIS PICTURE IS SO OLD, I NEVER KNEW THEY LOOKED SO MUCH LIKE BABIES. ;A;
If you have more than 5 (like me) or have large images then you might want to put them all in spoiler tags (so things load faster). I don't care if it's a goldfish, tarantula, dog, or cat, post it! 
Dogs
Romeo a red piebald merle American Cocker Spaniel. It was him and two other merles which were the only healthy cockers we ever got the chance of meeting, but unfortunately they are not AKC standard and are very much misunderstood in the AKC world. Romeo gives me hope for the breed, he is very sweet, funny, cuddly, healthy, and beautiful. We love our wiggle butt. We named him Romeo because he was going to be a stud muffin until we decided it was too risky to have a merle male and female (merle to merle breedings are where bad stuff happens) and we chose the female over him.
Godiva, a puppy I picked from my first cross breed litter. I loved her as much then as I do now, she is my baby and my love. <3 She has an under-bite but this is her only flaw. I named her after Lady Godiva as I love the myth and think Godiva was a strong, brave, and beautiful woman. The name also means "God's Gift" and I do feel Godiva was a gift from god.
I don't currently have pictures of our three other dogs, but one is an old Chihuahua named Sadie that we rescued, showed up in the boonies on a family's back doorstep, we came to pick up a ferret cage and they asked if we would take her too and we figured she was so old and small that what harm would there be in taking her? The other two, one is another crossbreed from Godiva named Aphrodite and the other is a black and white tri rough collie named Nan (short for Banana, we took him in from a family that didn't have time to love him, and he is very much a lover!).
Cats
This is Mama Kitty. She was dumped at this farm house we moved into, the previous renter was moving and said we could rent it after them if we took this cat. Well, turns out this cat had newborn kittens but she only took one with her (or only had one, but I find that unlikely), we could never find the rest. The singleton kitten was named Bear, and I'll talk more about him below. Anyway the renter said she showed up there about a year ago, skin and bones, so starving that she couldn't even walk, but was crawling. She's 9 years old now and usually sleeps on top of my desktop (the warm heat it gives off feels good on her arthritic bones) but lately she's taken an interest in the rats next to my desk (they like to fight through the bars, don't worry though, both participants thoroughly enjoy it, the rats often boggle about it) so she sometimes sleeps on it. Messy desk is messy.
This is Bear, Mama's kitten. He's a big, huge, poly-dactyl baby. His multi-toed paws combined with his size and very-easy-to-agitate personality is where he got his name. Bear rule #1, do not touch his paws. Bear rule #2, do not touch his butt. Violate either of these rules and he will make a very strong threat to smack you (he's more reluctant to smack humans than dogs, dogs are a zero tolerance policy!) He loves to have conversations with me (which are comprised of "meow" and "Bear!", he meows, I "Bear") and sleep on my chest at night, which reminds me of the first time I got to hold him. My mother didn't want me to touch him at first as she was worried about what the mother thought of us (if she trusted us or not), but when they started moving junk out of the basement it scared Mama half to death and she grabbed him and put him into the hole of a cinder block, where he screamed and screamed like the angry little baby he was (it was cold (was winter) and wet!) It was upsetting Mama even further, she did sweet little meows to try and console her baby while watching the humans move giant stuff and make horrible loud noises. I was worried about both of them so I grabbed him, unzipped my jacket, put him on my chest, and zipped it back up, then I melted from having a little kitten warm and content on my chest. ;A; That was when he instantly became my baby. Mama calmed down and after they were done moving stuff I put her kitten back on her bed and she came and nursed him (then I petted her and she went into kneading bliss). Once we moved in we also moved them into the house, and they have been indoor-only ever since (though Bear and Stormy go outside, through the doggie door, I think Mama's done with the outside). No more roughing it in the basement, or out in the crop fields! Oh and Bear is 7 years old now.
Bear as a baby (GET READY FOR THE 'DAWWWW)
This is Stormy, she's about 6 years old now. I snatched her while we were living at that farm house, I opened the door to get the mail and saw this little tiny kitten dash across the yard and try to squeeze itself under the fence, unsuccessfully, I might add. Did I mention it was raining cats and dogs, flooding the yard, and with thunder and lightning? Well it was, and that's how she got her name, Stormy. I ran and grabbed her before she could get away, I was shocked at how surprisingly tame she was, I grabbed the scruff of her neck expecting her to bite me like any feral cat colony kitten does, but I guess because she was sick, full of worms, and hungry, she couldn't fight me or was just giving up. We patched her and her ringworm up, and here she is today. She's been odd from day one, besides the fact that she didn't fight for her life she also would stare at us like were were alien invaders as a kitten, but she seemed to like being near us, which she still does. She hates to be petted though, even though she asks for it (she bites me if I stoke her more than once, my mother disciplined her for it so she doesn't bite her, but she does flick her tail like mad).
Stormy as a baby, giving the "dafuq is dat"/"alien invaders" look.
This is Boots, the 3 year old neurotic ringworm kitten. This was down the street from the farm house, we had moved but the kittens follow apparently. She was extremely sick and starving, she came to our dogs for love and food and was met with barks which roughly translated to "OMGHERD ITS A TINY KITTEH". I went out to tell them to be quiet and saw her and snatched her up. She was skin and bones and refused to leave my chest for the first day (I had to slowly lower her into my lap by bending over while she was sleeping, because it killed my arms to hold her on my chest), I think because my heart beat reminded her of being with her mother or siblings, then for another two days would not leave my lap. I had to walk her to the cat food, water, and litter box, and immediately afterwords she demanded my lap. All she did was sleep too, I had to wake her up routinely to eat, drink, and go potty. That ringworm is a sneaky little ninja of a fungus, I always notice these little bits of missing fur or scabs (with her it was a scab on the nose, Stormy was a bald spot on her tail) that make me go "hmm" but unfortunately that is all I do is "hmm", until it finishes incubating and confirms its ugly presence by growing itself on everything and then I'm out treating all of the cats (luckily no dogs were infected, with Boots anyway, Stormy was another story). This is a picture of her from day 1 to today, she was the sickest most neglected kitten I have seen to date, and because she was very friendly from day one, I know she was dumped by someone. OH and her name, I named her after her little bootie markings, and also because I loved the Puss in Boots character from Shrek.
Rats
We have a bunch but these are some of my favorites. This is Ivory, my favorite out of all of them. She's an imperfect ivory (has some black spotting) dumbo but she's still pretty to me.
It doesn't take much to make her happy, all I have to do is put her on my shoulder and go walking around the house and she boggles up a storm, lol.This is Banshee, he's a screamer, hence his name. Thankfully unlike most screamy rats, he doesn't act extremely skiddish or try to bite you after screaming (if he did, he'd be snake food), it's more of a "nooo don't touch me" kind of thing (we like to say he's sensitive...) For example, a rat will go to groom him and he'll scream about it at first and then quiet down because he likes the grooming. He'll scream about you picking him up but he won't run away and will allow you to pick him up, he's just voicing his opinion about the whole situation. He also doesn't like to be groomed/petted roughly, if you pet him roughly he will run away (roughly as in: you use your finger and rub in small circles to imitate the grooming naturally done between rats), but if you stroke him softly he will sleep in your lap like a cat. He's amber with ruby eyes and has imperfect bareback markings (just a littleeee bit of spotting, might actually pass on the show table but still imperfect by my standards.)
This is Two-Tone, Ivory's baby and his father is Handsome The 2nd, because he looks like the original Handsome (and is ADORABLEEE have yet to get a picture of him, he's agouti and essex marked.) Anyway back to Two-Tone, he's a beige dumbo with high white markings and is also bi-eyed. When he first got his fur he had two different shades of color, the mark on his back looked beige while the markings on his head looked amber, that's originally where his name came from, the bi-eyes were a surprise. He's also a hugeeee sweetheart, like Banshee he will just stay in your lap all day as long as you softly stroke him. That's actually how I got such a good picture of him, he was in zen mode.
This is Apollo, he's a gorgeous fawn who has such a rich color that I thought he might be a different color, but apparently there is no color deeper than fawn so he's just a really gorgeous fawn. XD He's a sweetheart who loves to be petted and every time I walk by his cage (which is a thousand times a day) he always catches my eye with that dark orange color. <3 He was named after the Greek god Apollo, god of the sun (among many other things).
This is Half Tail who we took in as a rescue, the lady couldn't keep her anymore. Part of her tail is missing and she seems to have bad hips or something, her legs are widely spaced apart and she really picks up her feet when she walks, like a penguin. Anywho when we first got her and her buddy Gracie they were quite skiddish but with food and plenty of handling Half Tail tamed down while Gracie stayed the same. Half Tail actually turned into a huge pet, she loved to be handled and petted. Here she is boggling in my sweater.
She passed 3/18/2014, 7 days after this picture was taken, after contracting mycoplasmosis, and did not respond to treatment, so she was humanely euthanized. Gracie passed the same way after we had her for only a few months, I think they both had bad immune systems. They both passed at the age of 3 years old. She was the sweetest most cuddly rat I have ever had the pleasure of owning though.Goats
The goats, Andy (left, wether/castrated/neutered buck) and Anne (right), Nigerian Dwarf twins. They're both really sweet though at first were very standoffish. Anne was bred to a mini Lamancha buck and should be kidding soon.
They were named after raggedy Ann and Andy (but I prefer the spelling Anne). THIS PICTURE IS SO OLD, I NEVER KNEW THEY LOOKED SO MUCH LIKE BABIES. ;A;
