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| Topic: WHAT IS THE CRAZIEST THING YOUR ANIMAL HAS EVER DONE | |
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Animals do indeed protect, and have a wonderfulness perception of your feelings.
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My parrot sent email out to everyone on my list. Then he danced bobbing his head up and down laughing. That's hilarious! |
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Edited by
lilbug
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Sun 07/10/11 10:06 AM
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Buttercup, my previous fur baby, use to pick coat pockets and go through purses if they were sitting on the floor. She'd take things out and hide them! I use to find things hidden all over the house! She chewed up my sister's ATM card!
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My parrot sent email out to everyone on my list. Then he danced bobbing his head up and down laughing. That's hilarious! It was indeed very embarrassing for many reasons. 
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Buttercup, my previous fur baby, use to pick coat pockets and go through purses if they were sitting on the floor. She'd take things out and hide them! I use to find things hidden all over the house! She chewed up my sister's ATM card! 
The cat we called angel would jump into any purse left on the floor and empty it.
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Edited by
lilbug
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Sun 07/10/11 10:15 AM
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Another about Buttercup...When she was still young and small, 8 weeks, I guess, I only had her a few days. She got under my bed, ripped a whole in that thin fabric that covers the underside of the box springs of bed, crawled in and got stuck in there. Pretty soon I heard this blood curdling yelping...I coulnd't find her at first, but when I did, I was like a woman possessed with strength I'd never known throwing that queen size mattress and box springs off the bed to get to her!
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The love we have for our pets is indeed grand.
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I remember I think it was three months ago, I tripped and fell got a bad scrape on me knee and it was bad, ouch, so I doctored up me knee washed it out, medicated bandaides all that, well once I was able to leave the bandaides off, so I can let the air get to my knee, I was on my bed laying on top of the covers it was a hot night out so I had shorts and a tanktop on, and I was sorta outta of it, I felt something licking me knee, and I am thinking what is going on, as it turned out, I woke completely up to find my cat licking my boo boo on my knee, uuuggggghhhhh!!!!! I got up to wash the cat germs out, yuck, come to find out, the cat was only trying to help my knee, it is instinct that they do that because when they get boo boos on them they lick there boo boos to help heal them, who knew???? 
Boo does this, trying to heal the very wounds he made with his little needle-like teeth and toenails! |
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Edited by
wux
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Sun 07/10/11 11:41 AM
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When the minister from my church would visit with his wife, my dobbermann would bury his nose in his wife's lap, and not move from there. If she walked across the floor for a cookie or to get some refreshment, the dog would still be sniffing, walking and hobbling along with her. we had to put seven leashes on him to hold him back when the visit was over.
At first it was scary; the third time, it was funny; the sixth time it became a nuisance; the tenth time and on we never even noticed. The dog, no need to say, went to the washroom with her. Nobody knows what happened behind closed doors. |
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Edited by
wux
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Sun 07/10/11 11:40 AM
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Once my boss came to my house for the filing cabinet keys, and while he was inside, Bessy, our cow, left a nice steaming fresh pie on the driver's seat in his convertible Camaro.
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My pet killer bees would always accompany me to choir practice because they knew I would head into the market and buy honey for them later. One day they licked the church mouse clean, out of empowerment diligence, and the mouse grew five times to its size overnight, and his bank account swall to the maximum deposit account limit our local bank set for its customers.
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LOL! Mine conure laughs at funerals on TV. Mine was a Yellow Nape Amazon, and the Conure was a Patagonian Conure. Fun birds indeed. Gaea is a Patagonian. |
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LOL! Mine conure laughs at funerals on TV. Mine was a Yellow Nape Amazon, and the Conure was a Patagonian Conure. Fun birds indeed. Gaea is a Patagonian. They are very wonderful birds, mine got connected with the cat. They walked around together, in the house. |
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LOL! Mine conure laughs at funerals on TV. Mine was a Yellow Nape Amazon, and the Conure was a Patagonian Conure. Fun birds indeed. Gaea is a Patagonian. They are very wonderful birds, mine got connected with the cat. They walked around together, in the house. When Ruby (old pig) came in the house, Gaea would run over to her. Ruby would snort and flop over, and Gaea would crawl up on her. Ruby loved Gaea's nails scratching her and Gaea like popping bristles. Aside for the bald spots, they seemed to enjoy each other and it was too funny. |
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Another about Buttercup...When she was still young and small, 8 weeks, I guess, I only had her a few days. She got under my bed, ripped a whole in that thin fabric that covers the underside of the box springs of bed, crawled in and got stuck in there. Pretty soon I heard this blood curdling yelping...I coulnd't find her at first, but when I did, I was like a woman possessed with strength I'd never known throwing that queen size mattress and box springs off the bed to get to her!
My cat did that before. He also got stuck in the basement ceiling. When we first got him we had an older female cat that hated him. The poor thing was declawed so when she went to scratch him, he just thought she was playing, so that just made things worse. Christmas time was fun, they'd both be in the tree, it come crashing down, and you'd see two balls of fur just come running out. |
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Edited by
tazzops
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Tue 07/12/11 02:46 PM
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LOL! Mine conure laughs at funerals on TV. Mine was a Yellow Nape Amazon, and the Conure was a Patagonian Conure. Fun birds indeed. Gaea is a Patagonian. They are very wonderful birds, mine got connected with the cat. They walked around together, in the house. When Ruby (old pig) came in the house, Gaea would run over to her. Ruby would snort and flop over, and Gaea would crawl up on her. Ruby loved Gaea's nails scratching her and Gaea like popping bristles. Aside for the bald spots, they seemed to enjoy each other and it was too funny. Mac (Patagonian)would sleep curled up, with the cat. |
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When I was a kid we had a duck that would think it was a cat. We had other ducks but it always hung out with the cats we had. She would follow us to the bus stop every morning just like the cats did.
A little over a month ago one of our dogs had a false pregnancy and thought a stuff animal was her baby and also thought my niece and daughter were her babies too. She kept trying to get my niece to nurse on her. |
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My hamster smokes pot.......
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When I was a kid we had a duck that would think it was a cat. We had other ducks but it always hung out with the cats we had. She would follow us to the bus stop every morning just like the cats did. A little over a month ago one of our dogs had a false pregnancy and thought a stuff animal was her baby and also thought my niece and daughter were her babies too. She kept trying to get my niece to nurse on her. When I was growing up I had a goose as a pet. It would follow me to school every morning then return when school let out. Everyone in the town knew the goose. They feed her on the way back to the farm and on the way back to the school. My heart dropped from my chest when my walking pardner died. |
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Edited by
EquusDancer
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Wed 07/13/11 09:31 AM
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When I was a kid we had a duck that would think it was a cat. We had other ducks but it always hung out with the cats we had. She would follow us to the bus stop every morning just like the cats did. A little over a month ago one of our dogs had a false pregnancy and thought a stuff animal was her baby and also thought my niece and daughter were her babies too. She kept trying to get my niece to nurse on her. When I was growing up I had a goose as a pet. It would follow me to school every morning then return when school let out. Everyone in the town knew the goose. They feed her on the way back to the farm and on the way back to the school. My heart dropped from my chest when my walking pardner died. We used to put diapers on the duck and goose babies when they were in the house first growing up. Mo died about 2 years ago. She was originally Mona, dad named her after my grandmother (LMAO!), but got shortened to Mo when she ended up being he. He was pretty friendly, would come over and chatter out you when you were sitting in the lawn chairs, and nibble on fingers and toes, nicely. |
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