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My beautiful red Cocker was hit this summer, and within a week, my youngest daughter was calling with a location for
a new pup. I was hitting the papers also, and found this little imp just outside town. Her name is Lacey, but
it should be Pistol...because that is what she is...a real pistol.
She's five months old already, and we're both housebreaking. If I don't listen to her, she tells me "her" way,
and I get the cleaning items. She goes to an acreage about three times a week to run. We walk and walk, and we're
both in shape. When you hear "hoof" beats behind you, it's her, running full blast.
Look...she's almost all grown up.
My pretty Dusty...Rainbow Bridge is getting crowded....
I looked in the dining room a bit back, and found Leo collapsed on the dining room floor. Between an emergeny run
to my neighbor, who is a nurse, and her calling every vet in town for a Sunday appointment, and a small fortune in vet fees,
I lost my golden boy. Two in one summer, and a cat earlier this spring is getting rough.
But, on the way home from burying Leo in our pet cemetery at the acreage, I stopped at the pound. This girl was
swiping at me through the cage and putting up a real fuss. Lacey seemed to agree, and we brought her home. She
won't take our Leo's place, but it helps to plug the hole. Her name is Julie. Julie, Julie, Julie, do you love
me, Julie, Julie, Julie, do you care???? come on sing along.
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My sassy Sassafras, and boy did I name her right, she is really spicy....don't
cross this cat's path, when she's in a fowl mood!
She seems to think that she is a real doll also, taking over the doll couch, and thinking it is her bed. I finally
got her off it, by putting an old sweater down below the couch. She sleeps with me too, and it the middle of the night
I will feel a paw reaching out to hold hands.
Crazy kitty.
Here is Princess...I drove in a blizzard to get her, on an almost empty tank of gas, got lost, and "whew". Well,
we made it. But come spring, she's ballooning up with kids. She delivered 7, looked like she had swallowed a cantalope,
and then got fixed when the kids all left home. We kept her last baby...litterally. He was last!
Here is the last of the litter...Leo...a friendly, lazy little guy, that takes after his name, at least in the lazy part.
He just sleeps all day, curls up in your lap, or plays with the top of a candy sack. Whatever it takes to make him happy.
Julie invited one of the neighborhood Tom cats in...and look what she got!
She's pretty mellow....
Mom....enough already!!
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