"How about a post about your pets? Or one of them? With pictures!! That would make me very happy. :)"
Okay! I'm actually going to separate this into two sections on this post. My pets and Mom's pets. That's the only way to do it because I talk about them all. I'll try to keep it pretty brief since we have a few animals between us. (Wolfy, like most people, claim its a zoo. Until I get a tiger, its not a zoo.)
Mom's Animals:The Big Dog:
he gave me the concussion.
Basically, Mom's boss had too many dogs and was giving them away to tenants. One of the tenants was actually never asked and it was their son who took him home, so he was sent back. Mom's boss refused to take him back to her house so we were supposed to watch him or take him to the no kill shelter.
His paws were too big so they wouldn't take him. We gave him away to four different people (one of them, we gave him away twice) and he was literally back at our door within the hour every time. The last time we gave him away, it was to somebody I tried to warn her against but she didn't listen.
He ended up being a crackhead who abused The Big Dog. He was starved, given so little room to move that he was constantly in his own bathroom, and we found a crackpipe burn between his shoulder blades. Now, he hates men, people wearing hats, anyone in the yard, trucks, motorcycles, loud vehicles, and basically anyone who is around Mom or I.
As of April 20th, he'll be five years old this year and we'll have had him about four and a half years. He's happy and healthy now. He's a big baby for us but he'll eat anyone else. He tackles me all the time and thinks he's back to only being thirty pounds, which is hilarious because people literally hide when they see him.
The Blind One:
Needless to say, it was impossible to keep up with all of them. We did our best to keep them all healthy and we started giving them away the second they were old enough (we looked for homes for them the second we saw the mother cat was pregnant but we had a lot more people to find after that). When we gave nearly all of them away, we finally saw that she was underweight because the others were bullying her away from food. Eventually, we gave all of them except her away, including the cats who kept getting knocked up. (Before somebody tells me we should have gotten them fixed, its literally impossible. The vets here won't fix an animal while their nursing or pregnant and they got pregnant while nursing.)
She hates me but she's otherwise happy. She's a lazy mother fucker and is at least twenty pounds now. Somehow, she has everyone convinced that she's an angel but she attacks me whenever she gets the chance. She's actually next to me right now and I'm scared for my life.
The Little Dog:
Her other nicknames include Gizmo, Dustmop, Swiffer, and basically things like that. When her fur was at its longest when she was a baby, she would run to the water bowl and then run across the kitchen. So she would drip water everywhere and run over it, back and forth constantly. She actually mopped the floors.
My Animals:The Bunny:
We got to the place and they had horrible living conditions for the rabbit. They tried to sell me a sick one who was probably dying. The cages were only wire and didn't really have bottoms so there was no food. No toys. The water was too high for the babies to drink. It was summer and they were kept in a barn with one fan. I wanted to turn them in but we didn't have their address. I also wanted to take all of the bunnies away but we could only afford one.
She refuses to leave her cage now. However, she unties the band we lock her cage with and opens it (like in the last picture, that was her, not us). She'll poke her nose out but she stays inside. The cats will put their paws through the cage to pet her and she'll play with them. She's happy and healthy, even though she's not the cuddly bunny that I wanted.
The Shy Cat:
She also has an obsession with feet. It's kind of scary. She'll run out of nowhere and tackle your feet and start rubbing her head all over them. Then if you try to move, she'll bite your toes. Not hard enough to hurt you, but more like she's trying to grab onto you and keep you there. Now, even if I wanted, I couldn't give her away because she's so terrified of people.
The Loud One:
Mostly, she's just as shy as The Shy One. I've been trying to go to sleep a few times and I felt the bed move and something near my face, so I would open my eyes. That literally scared her into running away and hiding. I'm making her appointment to get her fixed tomorrow, so hopefully it'll calm down her insane moments. She randomly just starts crying for absolutely no reason and nothing we can do makes anything better. Or shuts her up because she's loud enough to cause a headache.
Her full story is actually here so I'll give you a quick summery. She was brought to me at three-ish weeks old and she was starving to death. I ended up feeding her and saving her from hypothermia. Mom has trained her to know me as "Mommy" and that's pretty much what I am to her. I've never even spent the night away from her since I got her.
Two weeks ago, she got fixed. I was a mess the entire day. Now she's okay. She's going tomorrow to get her stitches out. And she's been running around, causing trouble everywhere. Jumping on things, knocking stuff over, stealing things. I'm convinced she's holding a grudge.
The Stud Dog:
Now he's behaving (somewhat) and acting like a big baby. He has this thing where he will throw himself backwards and demand a bellyrub. He doesn't bark much but he growls to get attention. Mostly, he's just like "okay, sure" with everything and doesn't now how to be a dog. I think he thinks he's a cat.