Domestic shorthair? That's Route 1
ROUTE 1's menagerie of pets keeps us continually in stitches (when we aren't trying to clean up their various messes).
Dog? Cat? Bird? Goldfish? Hamster?
That leads to the following FRIDAY QUESTION:
"What is your favorite pet story?"
MARY N.-P. -- Omigod there are so many. But our "best pet trick" is about Gracie our
fetching cat. She brings us either little bouncy balls or tiny furry mice toys and lays them at our feet, then looks up longingly until we throw them down our inside staircase (the more bounces the better). She literally leaps after them, captures them and trots back up to lay them down and do it again. She could fetch for hours (we wear out before she does).
BEKAH P. -- Ooo! I have SO many of these. There is the first puppy I had as an adult, Maddie. She was supposed to be a full-blooded Rottweiler, but she grew up to have several inflictions. She was bit by a tick, developed a disease that weakened her bones, made her a dwarf and caused her to go blind. Best part was, the medicine made her a little mentally slow. So... yeah... imagine how that one went. She's a sweetie, though, and that's all that counts (although she weighs in at a total of 15 pounds. She was supposed to weigh around 55).
JIM S. -- When I was very young, we had a dog named Joe. My dad would occasionally pour a little beer into an ashtray or something and Joe would lap it up. One time, we believe Joe got drunk. When my dad let him out to do his duty, he
wobbled onto the concrete perch and fell off the side of it. Fortunately, it was only a foot or so high. It seemed funny then; today, not so sure.
STACEY B. -- Missy, my childhood dog, loved the slides at parks. She would follow me up the steps, wait for me to go down the slide, sit down and then go down the
slide alone. It was great watching this beautiful big bird dog acting as if she were just another one of us kids.
ERIK H. -- When I was growing up in Concord, Calif., our cat, Skeezix, would enter the bathroom when my visiting grandmother was in there and switch off the light. You could hear my grandmother's cursing howls from outside.
Dog? Cat? Bird? Goldfish? Hamster?
That leads to the following FRIDAY QUESTION:
"What is your favorite pet story?"
MARY N.-P. -- Omigod there are so many. But our "best pet trick" is about Gracie our
fetching cat. She brings us either little bouncy balls or tiny furry mice toys and lays them at our feet, then looks up longingly until we throw them down our inside staircase (the more bounces the better). She literally leaps after them, captures them and trots back up to lay them down and do it again. She could fetch for hours (we wear out before she does).
BEKAH P. -- Ooo! I have SO many of these. There is the first puppy I had as an adult, Maddie. She was supposed to be a full-blooded Rottweiler, but she grew up to have several inflictions. She was bit by a tick, developed a disease that weakened her bones, made her a dwarf and caused her to go blind. Best part was, the medicine made her a little mentally slow. So... yeah... imagine how that one went. She's a sweetie, though, and that's all that counts (although she weighs in at a total of 15 pounds. She was supposed to weigh around 55).
JIM S. -- When I was very young, we had a dog named Joe. My dad would occasionally pour a little beer into an ashtray or something and Joe would lap it up. One time, we believe Joe got drunk. When my dad let him out to do his duty, he
wobbled onto the concrete perch and fell off the side of it. Fortunately, it was only a foot or so high. It seemed funny then; today, not so sure.
STACEY B. -- Missy, my childhood dog, loved the slides at parks. She would follow me up the steps, wait for me to go down the slide, sit down and then go down the
slide alone. It was great watching this beautiful big bird dog acting as if she were just another one of us kids.
ERIK H. -- When I was growing up in Concord, Calif., our cat, Skeezix, would enter the bathroom when my visiting grandmother was in there and switch off the light. You could hear my grandmother's cursing howls from outside.
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