I call my cat Pooty, which rymes with his name Sooty- He seems to like that.
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I call my cat Pooty, which rymes with his name Sooty- He seems to like that.
Loki is known here as Lokisaur ,
He's huge .
Crispi :jointsmile:
I look at Loki and just want to pet him and touch that big old head of his! I can tell that underneath all that bark, there resides a love-bug.
LOLz,,,Skink is the Uknown Mod,,,Like the Unknown Comic,,,remember him???Quote:
Originally Posted by Jennifer K
I always loved the pic in your Avy crisp...
Which pics. guys I switch all the time ?
The lil white pit pup is "Geezer"
The Neo. Mastiff is "Loki"
The brwn./wht. pit is "Zoie"
The dogs are my kids . I have a kingsize bed cause even Loki at 165lbs. has to sleep in bed w/ us , -n- Zoies gotta be under the covers no lie . Spoiled rotten .
Peace
Crispi :jointsmile:
LOLz,,,this one reminds me of Droopy the cartoon... I really like Geezer,,, I think the pic is a phenomenal action shot...Quote:
Originally Posted by xcrispi
my friend had a cat...we called him rock IQ...rock for short
haha my cat is niles i call him niley, nye, or little boy
these are my cats, the tortoise shell is chunk, the black and white one is hastur and the dog is smokey [doakey] my mothers dog and my most favourite animal ever, shes only barking at the flashing camera in the photo, in real life she is the most happy, friendly dog around.
Cats name is minnie, call her el minnieoto...thats her spanish name.
hastur looks like a good mouser.
yeah, shes quite violent for such a small cat. when they fight hastur usually wins, even though chunk is bigger.
Sorry, XCrispi! I was referring to the white dog, whom I believed to be Loki. But now I'm clear from your list up there that Geezer, the white pit pup, is who my hands are itching to touch. I didn't realize Loki was an enormous mastiff! I can't imagine having one of those in bed with you.
My husband thinks it's bad enough that my two Chihuahuas align themselves along the curve of my back alll night long in bed, defending me from any unwanted advances from him (they truly believe that's their job; it's wacky). We kept our friends' large female Lab a few years back while they went on a trip, and she tried getting in bed with us, too, and it was a lot like having a calf suddenly sharing our sleeping space. We had to arrange a different sleeping place for her on the second night because she was a restless sleeper and kept tossing and turning and waking us up.
Hey Birdgirl ,
Awsome source of heat on our cold northern nights along w/ the Mrs. of course . Imagine the look on my surgeons face when coming bk. in for aftercare at 90% 3rd. degree w/ doghair stuck all over ya . LOL Almost the look of Horror . New woundcare techn. ?
The lil white pup is the crazy vicious lookin one seen w/ cropped ears as an avatar now n then . It's a shame they grow up .
G/B
Crispi :jointsmile:
lol @ unwanted advances... my sweet lil girl the Tess recently NAILED my old boss in the calf when he came to visit... he walked up behind me and surprised me with a big bear hug... my dog FLIPPED and just chomped down... luckily he was wearing tall hunting boots... yet she didn't seem to mind last time she walked in on me gettin' down n dirty... what a spazz... just wants to watch I guess... just in case anyone has managed to avoid seeing pics of my 4 legged friend... here's another one!Quote:
Originally Posted by birdgirl73
They're such funny, protective creatures. Your poor boss, Stinky! I'd like to have seen that exchange. Eeeew, Crisp, I don't even want to think of dog hair in your healing wounds. That gave me a look of horror, too!
We had a little "family bedtime disagreement" on Monday night. I was under the covers on my side, facing my bedside table, with Lily down against the small of my back and Daisy, she of the sweet face below, up against my thoracic vertabrae, head poking out to keep an eye on Dave, who was still moving around before getting in bed. He leaned over from where he was standing by his side of the bed, touched me on the shoulder and asksed, "Baby, did you take your q p.m. dose?" (my blood thinner). Daisy bared her teeth and growled at him, just under his wrist. He is the easiest-going of people, generally, and never curses. But that got him. He said, "You little bad-humored, ill-tempered, bad-breathed, growling b!#@%, I ought to throw your sorry, hairy fat-dog ass out onto Highway 121." It really rubbed him the wrong way that night. She, of course, came out, went down into the submissive down-dog position and started waving her tail in the air after he cursed her, but she really believed she was the boss of him before that. It's funny. He doesn't deeply love and adore my dogs the way I do.
i call my dog "dumb shit dog" of "dogface". he responds to both :D i dont have a nickname for my cat