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I got a couple more rats today (to add to the three I've already got) and after a bit of thinking we've named them Apache and Moz:
So what pets do you have and what are they called?
My others are Harry, Schroedinger and Boris (rats) and Nutmeg and Curie (cats).
twigletmac wrote:I got a couple more rats today (to add to the three I've already got) ...... My others are Harry, Schroedinger and Boris (rats) and Nutmeg and Curie (cats).
Mac
Five rats v two cats.. I guess you had to even up the score a little.
Can we place bets on which team eats the other first? A tenner on the rats here.
Don't have a pet but I made friends with a wild red deer hind recently. Was staying in a bothy, miles from anywhere when it came by, grazing, one moonlit night. I sat quietly in the shadows as the deer inched closer until she was just a few feet away. They'll usually run if they spot you from half a mile so it was amazing to be so close I could almost reach out and touch her. I wondered how far I could push this and started singing to her quietly. She barely looked up justcarried on nibbling away at the grass while I sang. Just one of those moments..
LoL! Your not supposed to shoot doe...But, I have an Italian Greyhound whos name is Bailey..We call him Beatle Bailey..Get it..the comic?....Anyway, here are some pics!
[Admin Edit: I turned the pics into links as they are a bit big and kinda mess the page up for me (and I guess others). If they were made a bit smaller they could be imbedded again.]
@ Straterra Nice pics mate but is there any chance you could make them a wee bit smaller?
I've got a scruffy lazy git of a dog who is known in the pet-world as Stig. Not sure what breed he is (cross-breed)... but he's got more hair than a shagpile carpet.
He does get renamed to something (@!$£~@%$) which I can not say here due to the little kiddies that might be watching... and this normally happens when I wake in the middle of the night blury-eyed, walk down the stairs to get a drink, and then trip over Stig who likes to sleep at the bottom of the stairs. He then looks at me (at this stage I'm normally in a crumpled-heap) with one of those "what the hell are you doing" type of dog-looks and then goes back to sleep.
When I leave the house I have to walk through that field on which sheep are grazing. I am always quite polite with them "Good morning, Ladies", "Good Evening, Ladies". Lo, and behold, the smallest of them now comes up to me whenever she sees me, I pat her on the head and then force myself not to think of lamb chop with olive oil, rosemary and garlic. And a bit of pepper, of course. Just a hint. Also, cranberries can be quite nice.
You see, it pays off to be nice to your future victims.