My parents' cat, Sophie, was like that. She'd step outside and onto the grass and the look was 'WTF is this nature business?' And then, in the house she'd march. She also had the feline look of 'disdain for all living kind' down to an art form. My sister, a feline lover of epic proportion, never stopped trying to get Sophie to like her. If Sabine couldn't do it, no one could. Sophie died this summer and we joke that she's up in heaven making the big G feel inadequate.
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My parents' cat, Sophie, was like that. She'd step outside and onto the grass and the look was 'WTF is this nature business?' And then, in the house she'd march. She also had the feline look of 'disdain for all living kind' down to an art form. My sister, a feline lover of epic proportion, never stopped trying to get Sophie to like her. If Sabine couldn't do it, no one could. Sophie died this summer and we joke that she's up in heaven making the big G feel inadequate.
Wicky hates the wind and the rain
She won't walk in either
It is like towing a 25lb rock down the street
Things look vastly different than they did this morning, or over the weekend at least.
The view from my office tonight at 6pm:
The view from my office tonight at 6pm:
Nickel's feeling rejected now - he just got snapped at by the girl dog he likes.
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That would make a great jigsaw puzzle.
Our new house has a pond in the backyard. Ziggy spent almost every night hunting frogs and swimming. Even with the chill he's still doing brief swims in the pond. Water is his friend- except for the bath. The only way I can get him to relax is to sit in the tub with him. Which is worth it to get rid of the pond smell.
Congratulations on the new house. I hope the settling in goes well.
Your pond story reminds me of an early off leash walk with our hound Lesley. There's a swampy area that's used for extra rain runoff. We had only had Lesley two weeks and I let her off lead and she went right to the swamp and then went in. Thing is she got herself freaked out and instead of coming back went further in and ended up on some little island. And she would NOT come back. After almost an hour of coaxing, I took off my coat and sweat pants and got in and swam to her. I still had my duck boots and top on. It was so creepy! I could feel tree limbs around my feet and there were leaves on the surface and it was cold! I knew there'd be no snakes because Sacramento doesn't have that kind of swamp. But I suspect there were plenty of other creatures. I got her, removed as much sludge as I could, put on my sweats and jackets and slushed home. And then we both took a hot bath after. Needless to say we slowed the off leash work quite a bit after that!
I just saw your posts about your husband...I'm so glad he is making progress...
