So our puppies are starting to turn into Bolt. Just a bit more with the ears I think.

Haha, they sure are! That’s great. Thanks for posting those pics, especially Bolt.

It’s official…I love those puppies!

Just read Timex’ cat story. It choked me up too. Hugs to you and it sounds like you did right by King to keep him home and be nearby in his last hours. I like that you point out that you never really own anything – your pet chooses to share your house with you. That was well said.

I’m sure that the unopened cat food and the brushes and combs will be put to good use in the future. If you’re not ready to start thinking about a new pet yet you could donate the items to your vet or to cat rescues or the pound.

My kid and I got a pair of zebra finches. The number of birds in our household now outnumbers the number of mammals.

Day 3: The hen laid a panic-egg. Not surprised; the parakeet did this too on Day 3. Maybe it’s a bird thing.
Day 5: Male finch has a new song. Sounds like he’s trying to get some action.
Day 7: Hen has not approached the nest and egg in 4 days. I candled it and determined it was infertile.
Day 8: With egg gone, hen spends most of her time in the nest again.
Day 9: No egg yet.

Timex - thank you for sharing King with us. Sad, yes, but the relationship you two had was special. You were both alphas in each other’s life.

I’m a big proponent of giving it some time and getting back on the horse. As you said you’re surprised at your reaction to King’s passage, with hindsight you know it’s because of the special place you held in each other’s heart. But also, know that there is another cat (or two! To keep each other company when you are away, which is often recommended) that needs a home and will also over time show you King’s brand of love and affection, in their own way.

Very sorry for your loss, Timex. It’s amazing how thoroughly the cute little furballs integrate themselves into our lives. King was a beauty.

I can relate to seeing his toys and such around being hard to take. We still have the favorite toys from some of our previous kitties and seeing them always reminds me of them.

'scuse me for a bit, please. Seem to have something in my eye.

This is Lilly, the newest addition to the family. We’ve had her a little over a month and a half now. She came from a terrier rescue, who had her since May and were having trouble finding a home for her. They required a fenced in yard in a house with no children, which is a hard combination to find in this area.

She’s getting along amazingly well with our other little dog. Expected some introduction pains, but they were playing and chasing each other around on day 1. It’s been great.

This is Riley, my 5 year old greyhound. He is a retired racer. Now that he doesn’t have to run for a living any more, he is an incredibly lazy bum. He is a sweet boy who loves nothing more than shoulder-checking strangers in the park to make sure they give him the right kind of petting.

Awesome! My sister has a retired sled racer, a eurohound. In fact my sister had been the one who raced her. Now that she is a retired sled dogs she still loves to run though. So I am one of her favorite people, since I take her for an hour every time I see her.

I’d love to have a retired racing dog myself. Great pets for someone who likes to run.

Riley: <shoulder check> Hey, this head isn’t going to pet itself, pal!

I knew a great dane who would do that. Believe me, when a great dane leans on you, you had better be prepared to lean back or you are going on the ground!

I need to train Smaug to do that. It will probably cause a stir.

Seeing that he’s, what, two inches off the ground, ā€œleanā€ might be an issue…

No he’s about 15 inches off the ground, and quite capable of launching himself into the air (from the ground) by at least twice that. He couldn’t get his head up to shoulder height though, unless he ā€œwalksā€ up a stationary object (he’s done that before with the fence, much to my horror as the fence clips started to snap and ping off in various directions… fortunately it held). So if you stood very still and pushed all your weight against him as he tried to climb up you, you’d probably… hmmm… well not actually you’d end up flat on your back underneath a rather heavy crocodile.

Ok, forget that. Sorry what were we talking about? Do carry on.

Yeah, I actually have zero idea how tall a crok is, was just joking around. But he sounds like quite the fella.

After he eats your legs, he’s at hip level. So it’s workable.

Good point. It may be a worthwhile project after all. I’ll need volunteers.

Smaug scared the crap out of a cameraman yesterday. The guy was standing right next to the chainlink fence, about to film Smaug snaffle up a dead chicken. Except Smaug then spotted a piece of white paper on the ground next to the cameraman’s foot and, given that white things usually taste like chicken, he hit the fence like a freight train right where the paper was. I didn’t think it was possible to fit so many expletives into less than a second. Everyone else laughed.

May I present Bolt, our 14 week old white Swiss shepherd puppy! I’ve raised him from pretty much day one, and he’s turning out pretty well. He’s a real sweetheart actually. Well, except today when he started to destroy the sofabed. But then he rolls onto his back and looks up at you with those big, dark eyes, and your heart melts.

He’s still at the stage where his ears have raced ahead and are waiting for the rest of him to catch up.

At least he’ll be able to hear Smaug coming!