Well, effectively (although not actually) all my children have four feet and fur.....and I have probably spent more in the last 6 months on them than I have spent on my son in his entire life. But, then, my dogs love me.
Confidence is that feeling you have right before you do something really stupid.
Annabelle and AT. Love Annie's eyes, At too but the white around her eyes makes them even prettier. They have sweet friendly eyes.....Beautiful, Kissable long ears...
Just have to reach higher to kiss these ears.....I kiss him on the nose a lot....
I bet! Lucas has a habit of resting his head on top of mine - he's probably about Charlie's size - Paint x Shire. He was still a little guy when this pic was taken. He now has a butt as big as my front door...
So sorry about Mac. I don't think I will ever forget my Old Sam. He was such a wonderful od horse... Maybe he and Mac are keeping each other company over the Rainbow bridge. I like to think so.
I could cry when I think of SAM
Name: Carol Noel Hawaii (near Hilo) It's all about choices.
Catching up on this thread... The Donks over in Kona (The Kona Nightingales) are a wild herd that went bush after the collapse of the coffee farms many years ago. They used the donkeys to carry the sacks of coffee down the mountain...and since there was a lot of distance between the farms, and donkeys are herd animals, they would 'sing' to eachother. Now as a herd of about 400 they are causing a bit of an environmental problem...but at the same time, a smaller herd is very useful. So...some are being shipped to the mainland to a donkey resort of some kind, and some are up for adoption. I would love to have one... Alas, too much to do as it is.
Actually, I am growing quite fond of the milk goats of a friend of mine. Great personalities!!! Great Milk and Cheese!!!!
My husband doesn't even take me to Pet Shop. He knows I love all critters.
I read about a place in Texas taking Some Hawaii Donkeys to rescue. Can you imagine getting them on an airplane??? And wild ones at that!!! But it doesn't take long to tame them. My two girls were Pasture donkeys. Well they are now Pocket Donkeys. When we go out to work in the pasture, they think they need to be right with us. Hard to swing a hammer when a longear nose is in the way....
Name: Jay northeastern New Mexico Zone 5b, in the foothills @ 7100'
We're doing 30-day obedience training for foster dogs... at least, that's the plan. Here's our first boy, Cricket:
When he came, he loved people but saw no reason to pay much attention to us. So it's been a process of getting his attention & then teaching him the basics. Now he walks nicely on a loose leash, sits, downs, stays, & ADORES jumping the agility jump. He goes on to another foster the end of this week & we take on a new dog, Blaze. A big, sweet pit who is totally out of control, leaping over coffee tables & putting the 100# love hug from outer space ('Cause it comes out of the blue) on unsuspecting pooches.
Anyway, Cricket's going to be a very nice, sweet dog for somebody. He sure loves his cuddle & once he stops leaping in the air, he's really quite mellow for a youngster.
I have little confidence in any enterprise or business or investment that promises dividends only after the death of the stockholders.