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Rich S. wrote:
"Montblack" wrote in message
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I got roped into taking care of four cats last year. Won't do that again!


Dogs have owners. Cats have staff. . .

Rich S.


How true, how true indeed.

Margy (4 cats, all old, all with "personalities")

Montblack wrote:

I got roped into taking care of four cats last year. Won't do that again!

We have 6 cats. They'll take care of themselves for periods up to a week. If we
stay away that long, though, some of them give us an "do I know you?" look when
we get back. We just have to make sure they have clean litter boxes and adequate
food and water before we go.

George Patterson
Coffee is only a way of stealing time that should by rights belong to
your slightly older self.

George Patterson wrote:

Montblack wrote:

I got roped into taking care of four cats last year. Won't do that again!

We have 6 cats. They'll take care of themselves for periods up to a week.
If we stay away that long, though, some of them give us an "do I know
you?" look when we get back. We just have to make sure they have clean
litter boxes and adequate food and water before we go.

George Patterson
Coffee is only a way of stealing time that should by rights belong
to your slightly older self.


Yeah Let the mice out ;-)

George Patterson wrote:
I understand that. We spent Christmas with my mother in Tennessee this year,
which meant our coonhound spent five days in a kennel. She lost about 5 pounds
-- just refused to eat. Next time we go, we're taking her with us and putting
her in a kennel down there. Then we can visit her every day.

My parents used to do that when they went to Las Vegas, NV. It was a
6-7 hour drive from Phoenix, dog went everywhere with them. Dog spent
the night at the kennel, spent the day with them. Precursor to
doggie daycare!

Our dog (actually, he owns us but don't tell anyone) goes to Doggie
Daycare Bed and Breakfast when we travel. He gets to play for 4 hours
in the AM, a meal at noon and then, at 2:00, 4 more hours until the next
meal at 6:00. They separate the dogs into two groups. One group for
smaller dogs and dogs that play nice... the other group is for bigger
dogs and dogs that roughhouse a lot.

We left our guy there for 4 days last Fall and, when we picked him up,
he slept solid for the next two days. They said he ate vigorously,
loved to chase and be chased and, in general, had a romping good time.

John

Blanche wrote:
George Patterson wrote:

I understand that. We spent Christmas with my mother in Tennessee this year,
which meant our coonhound spent five days in a kennel. She lost about 5 pounds
-- just refused to eat. Next time we go, we're taking her with us and putting
her in a kennel down there. Then we can visit her every day.


My parents used to do that when they went to Las Vegas, NV. It was a
6-7 hour drive from Phoenix, dog went everywhere with them. Dog spent
the night at the kennel, spent the day with them. Precursor to
doggie daycare!

Quite frankly, I don't give a hairy rat's ass what you think. And to hell
with what Jim and Gail want. Jay is going to miss a forum that he likes.
Isn't that just too frikkin' bad? It's not what Jim and Gail have decided
to do, it's that Jay (the center of the known universe) will be
inconvenienced.

Well, Jim, I'm sorry if that's the way you feel. Clearly there's more
going on here than we know, and I hope it all works out for you and
Gail.
--
Jay Honeck
Iowa City, IA
Pathfinder N56993
www.AlexisParkInn.com
"Your Aviation Destination

("RST Engineering" wrote)
I haven't had a summer to myself in 34 years, I haven't been to a summer
airshow in California in too long to remember because it has always been
Oshkosh, Oshkosh, Oshkosh. Well, dammit, it's time to stop and smell the
roses ... and I am.


2006 will be my 4th OSH. That *is* stopping and smelling the Jet-A for me (6
or 7 hr drive over from the Twin Cities).

For me, it's not a show but more like a week at the lake. Hang out, relax,
enjoy, sit, drink, relax, eat, walk around, drive home on Sunday - or
whenever. Maybe you could knock off doing the forum (and all prep) and just
enjoy the show this year - maybe leave Thursday morning? Just a thought. On
the flip side I know what you mean about - let's try something different
....for once!

This year, for me, will be two scheduled days at the flight line, in a white
plastic chair, for oh ...about 6 hours each day - starting early in the
morning. I'll walk around during the airshow.

Always wanted to do that - this year I will.


Montblack

RST Engineering wrote:
So that's it, is it Jay? Just potty train her and let the little *******
fend for herself for two weeks while we're (for her 6 month old mind) gone
forever? Or stuff her in some kennel where if she's lucky they'll take her
for a walk once a day?

I'm available for dog-sitting. And by then, I'll have my new puppy and
will be potyt-training also. It might be nice to have "a big sibling"
to show how it's done!

Doggie door to the backyard, too. And rides in the car to the pet store!
And trips to the fenced in handball court at the school to play catch
*very safely*, since they can't get out.

All you have to do is get puppy to Denver. I'm not going to OSH this
year on general principles. Hate camping, lost all interest in the
dorms (after 4 years of it), can't get a decent hotel room.

My condolences on your loss Jim.
People's relationships with their pets are as varied as their relationships
with people, and I respect that.

I've had dogs all my life, been around cattle and horses ever since I can
remember, raised 100 chickens from hatching eggs in the second grade. (The
chickens got butchered when the roosters became mean and would attack my
mom.)

My first dog was a St. Bernard. He died on Mothers Day, 1974. I was 8.

The next was a Heinz 57 Spitz type, who grew old and totally insane, nipping
and biting anyone but me. I held him while my Dad euthanized him.

My next dog was the first dog that was totally "mine". I'd saved every
penny I had earned over summer vacation. He was a Sheltie, but an oversized
dog, about 1/3 the size of a Collie. He went everywhere with me until he
was about 5 years old and came down with an unknown disease and was
suffering terribly. I euthanized him myself with 30cc's of Acepromazine
mixed with Ketamine, 3cc's of Ace will put down a 2000 lb bull, he never
felt a thing. I buried him myself, alone. I was 15.

That was the same year that I bought my first show heifer, spent countless
hours, blood, sweat, and tears halter breaking her, training her, and taking
her to fairs and shows, actually slept in the stalls next to her while away
from home. She died that fall, hardware puncture to her rumen. I helped
the vet do the necropsy.

At one time our cow/calf operation consisted of over 2000 head of beef cows.
We had a half dozen horses and I worked cattle with horses every summer from
the time I was 12 until I was 20. The relationships that I developed with
the horses was a working relationship. The cows were a job. They could
just be down right mean. When they'd calve each spring, death was
everywhere. Helpless calves unable to nurse, still bornes, cows laying on
their calves, cows abandoning them, septic or milk fever cows dieing. You'd
feel sorry for them until the next cow kicked you, or the next calf crapped
all over you. Don't get me wrong, each of us developed many many
relationships with these horses and cattle. Some were good, some we cared
for deeply, some we simply hated and I'm positive that some of them hated us
just as much.

My kids were born during the years that my wife and I raised and showed
dogs. When the bitches whelped, I slept (if you can even call it sleeping)
right next to them. I protected the puppies from their own mother stepping,
laying, and eating them. I showed my kids exactly what happens when a
mother licks a puppies navel so much that it creates a hernia and the puppy
bleeds to death. I showed them the still bones. They've learned the
responsibility of animal ownership, care, life, and death. They've cried
when the puppy's were sold and the new owners took them away. They've also
re-greeted some of the same dogs years later when their owners would visit,
or we'd see one at a show.

The point that I've tried to pass on to my kids is that death is part of
animal ownership. The minute that an animal is born, responsibility begins
and will not end until one day you have to say goodbye. The time in between
and the relationship that you develop is what you make of it, but never
forget that someday it will be over. I can't remember the day that I got
every dog I've ever owned, but I can remember the day that every one of them
died.

If Jay only has half a heart, maybe I have none. I don't know. But what I
do know, is that animals are only a part of my life and they only enter my
life to serve a purpose, even if that purpose is companionship. I'll never
care as much for any of our animals as I do for my family members or my
friends. When I loose an animal I never feel that I didn't spend enough
time with them. Animals remember short term events, they learn through
conditioning, they do not remember yesterday, last week, last month, last
year per say. When I loose a friend or family member I do and will always
feel that I hadn't spent enough time with them.

People, just like animals, are thankfully different.
Again, I'm sorry for your loss and we'll miss both you and Gail at OSH.

Jim





"RST Engineering" wrote in message
.. .
OK, so we care as much for our furry family as we do for each other.
Airplanes and dogs have equal weight in our eyes. And airplanes don't
sleep
on your feet on cold nights and lick your face awake in the morning.

Sorry, Jay, there is more to life than cold aluminum airframes and hard
steel engines. No, this is not an imposter scamming my addy, and if you
had
half a heart you'd understand how bad I'm hurting from my loss.

Jim




You're missing OSH '06 to train a puppy? No way.

This *has* to be an imposter, scamming Jim's email address...right?

("Jim Burns" wrote)
[good stuff snipped]

Great post Jim.

We have a 16 year old male toy poodle ...with 6 teeth! He's 97.5% deaf - so
we're the dog owners in our neighborhood always yelling at our pet. g

I was with you up until this part:

"Animals remember short term events, they learn through conditioning, they
do not remember yesterday, last week, last month, last year per say."

Animals maybe, but I think dogs 'know' things and remember things. After
raising kids you begin to realize that a two year old is just a small four
year old - without a vocabulary. Dogs fall into that category - limited
language skills. They mostly say it with their eyes. :-)


Montblack
Coalie was named by the nieces when they were four. He was black like coal.
Might have been something they saw in a book? The girls are now sophomores
in college.