I wasn't thinking that not being a cat person would keep me out.
I'm pretty sure that not being a simba person won't block your way to the pearly gates. Not being a Baskerville person...well...your best friend and all.
Gordon
Loc: Charleston South Carolina
CDB is awsome wrote:
I wasn't thinking that not being a cat person would keep me out.
Im confused. Not being a cat person keeping you out of what. Not everybody is a cat or a dog person. We all enjoy fishing and chatting with each other. We dont keep anybody out. Your in.
Gordon
Loc: Charleston South Carolina
Sorry CBD. I didn,t see doc,s post
Stuck my foot in my mouth. LOL
Well, if you don't like cats I can kinda understand that because they don't like you. Whether you like them or not, they couldn't care less. Dogs however are a different story. Dogs are among the noblest of inhabitants on this earth. They are practically perfect and never ever display an ounce of pride. As Byron said "all of man's virtues with none of his vices". or something like that. Anyway, if you don't like dogs, OK. But you and I will never be full hand shakin buddies. If you know what I mean.
Gordon
Loc: Charleston South Carolina
Spiritof27 wrote:
Well, if you don't like cats I can kinda understand that because they don't like you. Whether you like them or not, they couldn't care less. Dogs however are a different story. Dogs are among the noblest of inhabitants on this earth. They are practically perfect and never ever display an ounce of pride. As Byron said "all of man's virtues with none of his vices". or something like that. Anyway, if you don't like dogs, OK. But you and I will never be full hand shakin buddies. If you know what I mean.
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Well said Spirit. You are a good man.
Well I do love dogs and they seem to like me, and in my experience that says something about a person. I had a rat terrier that made up his mind about what he thought of you very quickly. And he was rarely, if ever, wrong. I never knew him to light into anyone who wasn't up to no good.
I like animals. Currently have 3 dogs, one really short Havaneese, "Shorty", a middle size Russel terrier and my youngest and biggest a Labradoodle. Today I let them in the back door and I have taught them the command "RUG" so they stay on rug until I release them with "OK". Anyway it's been rainy out side and their feet were a little muddy so to keep from having to mop the Kitchen floor, I have a towel bending over wiping "Shortys" feet and while I was working away, my year+ old Labradoodle walks in between my legs and was giving a big wash job on my face. I was laughing so hard it was hard to catch my breath.
MadMac
Loc: Marion (in Grant County) Indiana
My buddy Banjo died Aug 19 of 04. He was an American Coon Hound as far as the vet was concerned. As far as I was concerned he was perfection in a black & tan coat. He belonged to the idiot that lives next door. Banjo got hit by a truck. I was first to reach him. He looked up at me then his eyes rolled up and he blacked out. His right hind leg was broken and when I pointed that out the idiot grabbed that broken leg and began flopping it around like it was his favorite toy. My wife saw that. She said that's enough of that crap. Chuck, bring him. We took him to the vet. When he woke up he scooted over next to me and we were pals for 14 years. I still miss and mourn him. I like cats too.
Dogs come when you call
Cats have answering machines
Here's a pic of Banjo.
MadMac
Loc: Marion (in Grant County) Indiana
Yeah Smokey, Coot is a corker. Mischief is his middle name.
Sinner, speaking of turtles....When Coot was a kitten he would hide in our car just like a cooter in his shell. That's how he got his name.
A heart wrenching story. GOOD ON YOU AND YOUR WIFE TO DO THAT FOR HIM!
MadMac
Loc: Marion (in Grant County) Indiana
She and I were the winners in that situation.
Spiritof27 wrote:
Well I do love dogs and they seem to like me, and in my experience that says something about a person. I had a rat terrier that made up his mind about what he thought of you very quickly. And he was rarely, if ever, wrong. I never knew him to light into anyone who wasn't up to no good.
A credo of mine. The most difficult job a man can ever have is to be as good a man as his dog believes he is.
Smokypig wrote:
A credo of mine. The most difficult job a man can ever have is to be as good a man as his dog believes he is.
My Dad told me spring 1940 a little rat terrier he got me from the pound and obviously my first of a life time of dogs, really took to me and protected me. It was early spring and my uncle (Dads younger brother) came into my dad's place with a team of horses pulling a trailer with a plow, disc and harrow on it to work up Dad's garden. Since I couldn't walk yet, he had me on a blanket on the back lawn. My uncle came over to pick me up and that little guy really lit into him to "PROTECT" me. Was a good uncle I named one of my Sons after. I have had a dog continuously through out my life except when in military and college. Love them and as mentioned before have now three.
MadMac
Loc: Marion (in Grant County) Indiana
A good uncle is almost as important to a boy as his dog. Almost.
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