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Originally Posted by Blarg
The pic of Gizmo on his back with the blanket pulled up over his chest cracked me up.
That newfoundland looks kinda small somehow. We had a black one when I was a kid and it was giant.
What did you get a second papillon for? Do you intend to breed them? Or were you maybe thinking that Gizmo was lonely when you left the house?
Well, in most of the pictures she's shaved so she might look smaller that way. She might have been a bit small, but she was still totally awesome. My landlords had two small children, one was two and Pearl was such a gentle giantess with him. The other was born right after I moved in and when he was around 6 months and sitting outside in a seat or whatever, Pearl would be pretty careful.
I felt bad for her, though. With two little children around she really didn't get the exercise or care she really needed. Her coat, when they didn't shave it in the summer, was always matted. I really tried helping brush her when she was shedding, but I didn't seem to make much headway. That apartment was also at the base of a mountain. I really regret not asking her owners if I could take her out when I went hiking. I didn't know how she would do, though, and could hardly hope to control her.
The thought of breeding her is in my head. We're still not sure which way we want to go. They say you should really spay them before 6 months in order to reap the non-cancer benefits, so we will see. Having a litter is something my mom would absolutely adore, and sort of one of the reasons I consider it.
That said, if she can't socialize and not be terrified of humans the way she is now, I don't think that's a trait I want to breed into the breed.
Plus, I don't know if I could handle giving pups away, though I'll be about finished with nursing school by the time she's ready to whelp so...
But really, we just wanted another dog. We wanted a pup for Giz to be able to play with and romp around. I feel like our pack is now complete and it's awesome.
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Originally Posted by BustoRhymes
Another time I saw her playing with something on the patio. I notice she has caught a squirrel. Hoorah, my little huntress! Then I notice that the squirrel is still alive. The cat looks at me, as though to smile. The squirrel notices her distraction and tries to hop away, but my cat has broken its legs. Finally she tired of the squirrel and in one motion ripped off its head.
What a cat. Unfortunately I gave her away when I moved to Georgia with my wife. Very, very sad day. She could easily have come with us, but another family was taking care of her while I made house. I found out that the family's children had taken a strong liking to her so made the hard decision.
That cat is straight vicious! Jesus!
Really hard to let her go to her new adopted family, but I'm sure you made those kids so so happy.