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Oct 13, 2015 15:51:40 GMT -5
orangemittens, Asyli, and 4 more like this
Post by J Mzungu on Oct 13, 2015 15:51:40 GMT -5
I FOUND THEM!!!
Here's Randen (Swedish for The Stripe) I guess.... I dont know, i thought she had stripes apparently.
Dont look at the ugly kid, who's mom apparently dressed her like a little boy, never to think about how that pic might end up on internet 18 years later.
Randen was like the best cat ever (well, Number 2 on my list of my own owned cats list atleast) and she was a big fluff, i guess you can say. My aunt stopped telling me eventually when she had kittens because I wanted them all, i guess. She was fluffy and wonderful, nice and loving, she was balanced perfectly i guess you can say. And she was the mommy to my all time fave cat, Sotis, who I got take home to my dad, unfortantly I last saw Sotis on September 11, 2001. Randen died two years ago, surviving each and everyone of her cat children, and even her grandbaby that she raised. I namned him Manny Calaveras.... because, why not? It's an awesome name.
And here's my first dog, Bamse.
He was a mix between 4 breeds, however I can only remember two: German Shepard and Rottweiler, and that's probably because he looks like just a mix between them that I only remember those two.
He was... crazy as my dad and his wife always say, and the rest of my relatives thought so too, but I never thought he was crazy, I understood him and It makes me very sad too think that I couldent help him.
I wish he still were alive, because then I would have been able to take care of him and make him enjoy life the way he should have.
When he were a puppy his first owner wouldent walk him and then when he eventually did pee himself or pop the owner would beat him, and then when he did something bad, the owner never corrected him (in the right proper way) and then sometimes when the owner were "bored" he thought it would be fun to beat his poor dog some more. So my dad's then girlfriend (now wife) got him, and well.... for a poor dog to live with my dad and his wife at that time, was not a good idea because as people they were pretty broken who screamed, fought and did alot of destructive things, and I should not have lived there, and Bamse REALLY shouldent have either. He would regurarly run away from home, pull on walks, once he started running and I got stuck in his leach and dragged after him, lol, and sometimes he "snapped", once he started jumping on my friend and wanted to bite her jacket off. And once he started jumping to my face and wanted to bite me. In hindsight I understand that he wanted to "play" but he dident know how to express that, so, any dog would be crazy living the way he/we did. But like I said, i wish he could have been alive today, because I would know what to do with him now, and how to help him, because he really "despite" those indicents were a really sweet and gentle guy. He never tried to attack the cats or begged for food, or anything mean really, he was just a really nervous dog, who dident know what to do.
Here's Randen (Swedish for The Stripe) I guess.... I dont know, i thought she had stripes apparently.
Dont look at the ugly kid, who's mom apparently dressed her like a little boy, never to think about how that pic might end up on internet 18 years later.
Randen was like the best cat ever (well, Number 2 on my list of my own owned cats list atleast) and she was a big fluff, i guess you can say. My aunt stopped telling me eventually when she had kittens because I wanted them all, i guess. She was fluffy and wonderful, nice and loving, she was balanced perfectly i guess you can say. And she was the mommy to my all time fave cat, Sotis, who I got take home to my dad, unfortantly I last saw Sotis on September 11, 2001. Randen died two years ago, surviving each and everyone of her cat children, and even her grandbaby that she raised. I namned him Manny Calaveras.... because, why not? It's an awesome name.
And here's my first dog, Bamse.
He was a mix between 4 breeds, however I can only remember two: German Shepard and Rottweiler, and that's probably because he looks like just a mix between them that I only remember those two.
He was... crazy as my dad and his wife always say, and the rest of my relatives thought so too, but I never thought he was crazy, I understood him and It makes me very sad too think that I couldent help him.
I wish he still were alive, because then I would have been able to take care of him and make him enjoy life the way he should have.
When he were a puppy his first owner wouldent walk him and then when he eventually did pee himself or pop the owner would beat him, and then when he did something bad, the owner never corrected him (in the right proper way) and then sometimes when the owner were "bored" he thought it would be fun to beat his poor dog some more. So my dad's then girlfriend (now wife) got him, and well.... for a poor dog to live with my dad and his wife at that time, was not a good idea because as people they were pretty broken who screamed, fought and did alot of destructive things, and I should not have lived there, and Bamse REALLY shouldent have either. He would regurarly run away from home, pull on walks, once he started running and I got stuck in his leach and dragged after him, lol, and sometimes he "snapped", once he started jumping on my friend and wanted to bite her jacket off. And once he started jumping to my face and wanted to bite me. In hindsight I understand that he wanted to "play" but he dident know how to express that, so, any dog would be crazy living the way he/we did. But like I said, i wish he could have been alive today, because I would know what to do with him now, and how to help him, because he really "despite" those indicents were a really sweet and gentle guy. He never tried to attack the cats or begged for food, or anything mean really, he was just a really nervous dog, who dident know what to do.
