Thread: Pets

Originally Posted by R33F

Our two:

On the left is our Jack Russell his name is JR. Name was given to him by his first owner. We've had him since his owners didn't want him from 9 months. He is now 5. True to a JRT he is a ratter & quite feisty. He is 11kg (24lbs)

On the right is Maya. She is a 12 month old Blue Cattle cross Bull Arab. She had 3 owners in 3 months before we adopted her. We also adopted her from about 9 months old. She is 35kg (77lbs).

Both are fantastic dogs.

Hey Look !! MickR showed up for a beer!

Originally Posted by Wullie

Never had a Jack Russel. Had red heelers for 25 years.
If there is a smarter, more fiercely loyal, and aggravating breed on the planet, I'm unaware of it.

I gave up on dogs when my last heeler died. Wife talked me into getting that damned Corgi. I can see a lot of the way heelers act from that knot head but it ain't the same. I still miss my red dog.

Jackys are an amazing breed of dog Wullie. Our fella is a text book JRT encompassing all the traditional traits. Anything that runs, is fluffy, has feathers, squeeks or hops will be hunted with an intensity second to none. He is walked for minimum 1 hour per day (rain / hail / shine), though never off lead. He has grown with our children so in very protective of them. All in all has made a fantastic dog. I would own another one.

When choosing his playmate it was always going to be a cattle / cattle cross bitch. Only a cattle has the temperament to keep up with a Jacky, & keep him in line when he needs it (IMO). Having a Blue Cattle previoulsy I am very fond of them. I didn't mean to end up getting a cattle cross (particularly such a large breed cross) but when I agreed to take her from the shelter for a 2 week trail she fitted so well with our family & our JRT that she stayed.

Originally Posted by R33F

Jackys are an amazing breed of dog Wullie. Our fella is a text book JRT encompassing all the traditional traits. Anything that runs, is fluffy, has feathers, squeeks or hops will be hunted with an intensity second to none. He is walked for minimum 1 hour per day (rain / hail / shine), though never off lead. He has grown with our children so in very protective of them. All in all has made a fantastic dog. I would own another one.

When choosing his playmate it was always going to be a cattle / cattle cross bitch. Only a cattle has the temperament to keep up with a Jacky, & keep him in line when he needs it (IMO). Having a Blue Cattle previoulsy I am very fond of them. I didn't mean to end up getting a cattle cross (particularly such a large breed cross) but when I agreed to take her from the shelter for a 2 week trail she fitted so well with our family & our JRT that she stayed.

I've heard great things about JRT's and I've heard they can be a handful. Just like heelers can. The first three heelers I had didn't get to live full lives. The fourth one made it fifteen years. Got him when he was 6 weeks old and he and I left out on the truck the next day. He trucked with me for 12 years. Rarely had a leash on him as he was always stuck to my knee. I'd hit the pubs and he'd sit right beside me the whole time. Never offered to bite UNLESS somebody was trying to get in whatever vehicle he happened to own at the time (whatever car, pick-up, or truck I happened to put him in belonged to him first and me second.) He had over a 50 word vocabulary and was a great cow dog in his younger days.

They'll damn sure work their way into your heart. Don't know that I'll ever get another one. I'm afraid he'd have too tall an act to follow and I wouldn't want to hold that against one. Maybe in few years when I retire and I can spend more time with 'em, but not now.

Originally Posted by Hirlau

Hey Look !! MickR showed up for a beer!

and the went for a lay down under my coffee table......



This is actually our JR a couple of years ago. OK, no more JR pics.

The pup has already grown around 3 inches and has now opens doors if she thinks they should be open (she's learned how to operate a door knob).

My long haired dachshund, out cold on the couch.

and here is all of the gang with a new member meowzer

Originally Posted by tonycraigo

This fine animal is "Bullet".

He arrived as a rescue that some friends brought over after I lost "Felix" - a short hair siamese mix... pitch black except the balding from the ears to the whiskers planted on the long nose with piercing eyes... and a perfect speaking voice.

I rescued a domestic short hair from the farm next door that showed up with a bot fly warble in his head - we named Marbles, but I was in the dumps after the passing of Felix and one of my buds showed up with this little furball that would fit in a dixie cup.

Marbles was already a year old, the "furball" never lit long enough to name it so as it flew by one day I named him "Bullet". The 'black flash' played with Marbles and Marbles tried to keep up until one day they bonded - somewhere out in the wild 10 acres they had free roam of and they were the best of buds.

Felix taught Marbles to speak before his passage, Marbles thought he had it down, but nobody can 'talk' like a siamese and Marbles was no siamese. I got to give him props for his roar that I'm sure he thought was perfect, but left something to be desired.

Visitors would say: "Is he in pain?"

"No... he's just telling me what happened today".

At dusk, I would step out on the back porch and whistle... the black flash and the grey shadow would come running sideways and pile through the door ready for food and bonkey naps.

About the same time Mother developed alzeimers, Marbles got feline epilepsy. Sadly Mother didn't respond to the medication as well as Marbles and when she passed in '97 I took the boys to Hatteras Island, NC. They had to live inside, but they lived on fresh fish - and Marbles lived on phenobarbatol for 8 years until he finally gave up.

I took Bullet to the vet two years ago to have his first tooth removed and the Vet says: "it's unusual to see a cat lose a tooth at such a young age".

I said:

"He's 17, Doc"

He said:

"No Sh*T!?"

Bullet demands brushing two times a week - at least - if I forget he reminds me.

Each night when I get into the 'big bed' he's there and by morning he has every bit of blanket... somehow... if something moves... a cricket or a spider or a fly in pitch darkness it doesn't move long.

If I live to 200, I'll never have an animal like Bullet. If heaven doesn't contain our animals, I just as soon not go.

Bullet at 10..
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Bullet going on 18...
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His 'niprat' is under his complete domination... and the only way I'd get him on that chair for his photo-op As soon as the flash went off he grabbed that thing and climbed 4 walls. "Bullet" in action...

He's unstoppable!

Unfortunately, on March 29th I took my Bullet to the Vet for the last time.

His kidneys failed and so did he very quickly. In two weeks he went down so quickly I was shocked.

He fell off his feed and I knew something was wrong. I took him to the Doc and they did some blood work and other tests. I coaxed him along for another 10 days and on his last day he couldn't walk, but crawled and clawed to get in the bed next to me before our appointment.

I held him as they administered the lethal dose and I've never been so hurt.

I'm no spring chicken and at 56 I've been there when parents and friends passed on, but I never had anything that beat me down as much as that did.

For 18 years Bullet was right there, in my face and we went through some times. He was right there when I got home and we had hours of "conversation".

The Vet and her assistant were brought to tears as I crumbled into a heap. My Brother and I 'interred' him in their back yard and it's taken me this long before I could talk about it.

Those months coming home without him were really bad and a while ago I went to the Rescue and found a year old completely black guy and brought him home. He's a handfull, but I remember those days when Bullet got his name - he never stopped ricocheting off the walls and I said he was like a 'Bullet'...

"Spiny Norman" has some big paws to fill, but he's learning. He does things that make me think Bullet is still here. I guess in a way... he is.

I've felt that pain of loosing a "once in a lifetime" four-legged friend, those shoes will never be replaced even though you will have some shoes that fit great.

well today we just afddto the menagerie that is my home and pets, we currently have4 cats, one chocolate lab/German shepherd mix, 1. dwarf lion head rabbit, and the newest member of our Ark, a Miami corn snake. the only pic i have is one of Charlie the rabbit