tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post6433505106899478870..comments2023-10-24T06:55:48.859-07:00Comments on HERE, WHERE I AM: Lord Byron beside the flowersKathryn Stripling Byerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867152753841610044noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-38636921497741079422008-07-11T01:46:00.000-07:002008-07-11T01:46:00.000-07:00When we get a pet, we think they are ours, that we...When we get a pet, we think they are ours, that we own them. Boy, do they teach us pretty quickly who's in charge. Byron is a doll.<BR/><BR/>jlc - They turned you down because of your age?!? That's just not right.Susan M. Bellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02925109035133133812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-53616811341463982982008-07-10T08:39:00.000-07:002008-07-10T08:39:00.000-07:00When this much time passes before I get around to ...When this much time passes before I get around to a comment on animals, you know I've been busy. We certainly know a good deal about this! Having lost our last dog of just shy of 19 years, we decided that was it, and a rescued cat was sufficient. Then that cat--of the dozen we had owned in over 50 years was THE greatest cat we ever had. He died of IFP (as a result of unsanitary conditions where he was being kept) in less than 2 years within two weeks of the loss of our little dog...you can imagine. I (not my husband, as it turned out) vowed "never again." When he began looking at ads for puppies (the prices!), I balked. Time for rescue again. When the first adult dog we wanted was refused by the rescue group because of our ages, we went to Pet Finders.com. Then, our daughter-in-law, the vet, found a cat she said we couldn't turn down, and now we're almost back to square one. Ferguson, the terrier mix and Felicia the odd-eye white cat are firmly ensconced. Hail to pet owners!JLChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14417274472131471333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-21454620020071312342008-07-09T17:15:00.000-07:002008-07-09T17:15:00.000-07:00Why do we let them run our lives? A little black p...Why do we let them run our lives? A little black poodle named Brandy owned me for 19 years and I vowed it would never happen again. I've done pretty well, but we now have Rocky the rescued dog and Tiger, the rescued Manx cat and when one goes out the other comes in and they keep my husband jumping up all day and half the night. But it is probably a good thing. That's about all the excercise he's getting lately.Glenda Council Beallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04778241689968750316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357199451052416763.post-49396943316709245552008-07-09T09:34:00.000-07:002008-07-09T09:34:00.000-07:00It sounds as if, like us, you all are your pets' s...It sounds as if, like us, you all are your pets' staff. We have begun just to leave the doors open in summertime, at least during the day, so we don't have to keep getting up to let a dog or cat in or out.Vicki Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08114677510459055768noreply@blogger.com