My Dog.

[6M69I69B9]

We have tried to give Baxter a second chance, and then a third, and then a.. You get what I'm saying.  He has torn up this house, ripped down every curtain from every window, which wouldn't be THAT bad, but we do not own this house, and those curtains were there when we started renting it.  I know, it's partially our fault for not getting him de-clawed, but the place on base refuses to de-claw our cats since it's "inhumane," which, okay, if they want to take that stance, fine, but don't fucking tell me something is inhumane, and then neuter my cat without giving him pain meds.  They didn't give him anything at all.  I wanted to fucking ... Whatever, that's another story.  So, we have a cat that still has his claws who is ripping up the tatami mats in the nursery, which those cost $50 each, and he's damaged at least two of them, if not more.  He's scratched up the floor just from being hyper and running around all day (we have wood floors.)  He's broken a glass ceiling fan blade and cut his own little ass on it.  He's knocked over a glass dish that my mom gave me. 

Okay, so all of those things are just him being a cat, really.  He doesn't know any better.  He just needs to be de-clawed, that's it.  Well, we got some kittens for him to play with because he was lonely and would cry all day at the window (and even try to open the window, aww) at the neighbor's cat.  We didn't let him in the room with the kittens when we first got them because they were way too small and he hadn't been neutered at that point.  I didn't want him raping my babies, heh.  Once we did get him fixed and he had healed enough so that the kittens wouldn't hurt him much if they swatted at his balls, we let him in the room with us, and he was fine with the kittens.  He loved on them, and licked them a lot.  Then, a few days later, something snapped.  He was always attacking them, and really hurting them.  He was going beyond just being playful.  He would get his big 12 pound (probably more by now) ass on top of them and tear at their stomachs.  Both kittens STILL have scars on their tummies from him, and that was a while ago.  So, we decided that Bax would stay downstairs until they were old enough to fight back.  He would sneak in anyway and attack them sometimes, which, whatever, I threw him out, but one time, he attacked Mitsey so bad before I could get his fat ass from under the bed that she had a fucking seizure.  I flipped out.  Mitsey is the sweetest kitten ever, and I really thought she was dead after what he did.  Steven and I agreed that this was the last straw, and he was going out.  But, we felt so badly for him.  I mean, no one is going to adopt his big ass, everyone wants little kitties or kittens.  We knew he'd just wind up getting euthanized, and I didn't want to be responsible for that.  He did his little "hey im a sweet cat i am gonna lub on you a lot ok dun take me bak to the kennels ok?" routine, and as usual we fell for it, and gave him ANOTHER chance.  To this day, he's still bad.  He still runs around and knocks stuff over all the time, and he still tries to terrorize the kittens whenever he gets in the room/they run out.  And it's really not fair to either party.  The kittens should be allowed to be downstairs, and he should be allowed in here with me so I can love on him.  (Sure, I could go down there with him, but I'm on bed rest, and sometimes I just don't feel like going all the way downstairs...)  And then, and this is the big reason we are getting rid of him (with the kittens being the second big reason), I'm having a baby in three months.  I am not going to let him treat my child the way he treats those kittens.  Steven thinks he just wants attention since he probably feels the kittens are stealing attention from him.  I bet he definitely won't like it then when I'm all about the baby once he or she is born.  My brother has a cat who we all thought was a perfect angel.  He was really nice and always sat with them and he never ripped up anything like Baxter does.  Then, they had a baby a few months ago.  He jumps on top of her constantly, and this is a big cat.  Fat, like at least 15 pounds.  He weighs twice what my niece does!  He's probably just trying to smell on her, and maybe give her some affection, but, they had to get rid of him.  He wouldn't stop getting on top of her.  I don't want Baxter doing that.  He does that to the kittens, and then he tries to rip their tummies out.

SO! THAT is why we are getting rid of him next payday (you have to pay a fee for them to take back animals you have adopted, sorta as a "shame on you" fee, I guess.)

Holy fuck that was so fucking long. So anyways, that sux for you and him... Say to Baxter bye for me. emo;

[Andrios]

Well I didn't just want to say "he tore up some curtains and attacked a kitten" because that's something a normal cat would probably do.

I'm not going when Steven takes him back (I hope he doesn't make me go) because I'll cry the whole way there and he'll be meowing the whole time which will make it worse.

[6M69I69B9]

Well I didn't just want to say "he tore up some curtains and attacked a kitten" because that's something a normal cat would probably do.

I'm not going when Steven takes him back (I hope he doesn't make me go) because I'll cry the whole way there and he'll be meowing the whole time which will make it worse.

emo;

So anyways, I never had a cat before. Only like 10 parakeets(Or more, I just forgot some. I feel really ashamed if I forgot one or some of them.) and a dog in my whole life.

[Andrios]

Why so many parakeets?

[V]

[Wall of text.]

Damn. You have an evil kitten.

[6M69I69B9]

Why so many parakeets?

My family likes them, but we didn't have them like all together. We just bought another each time a bird dies.

[Andrios]

[Wall of text.]

Damn. You have an evil kitten.

He's a full grown cat, just for the record.  It sucks because if he were just flat out evil, I'd hate him and have no problem giving him back to the kennel to be euthanized, but he has his extremely sweet moments too, that little bastard (heh.. Baxter.. Bastard... I nick named him "Fat Baxter," because I thought it was funny.)  He's always really loving when I come downstairs to make sure he's okay and give him food and lovings, but I just can't take this.  And he always wants to be in the baby's room, and I can never seem to prevent his big ass from getting in (we have sliding doors for the baby's room, wait, I'll get a pictures for you) and I know he'd be jumping in the crib and on my baby once she or he is here.

For reference's sake, here is door (or.. doors) to the nursery:


They slide into the wall on the right individually, so you can have just one, or all four panels tucked away.

Here's an example of two of the doors being put away, with two being left out.



I guess that second picture wasn't relevant, but it's cool.

[The artist formally known]

I hate my dogs, though I love to push Max off of high objects (the pictured dog)

[6M69I69B9]

[Wall of text.]

Damn. You have an evil kitten.

He's a full grown cat, just for the record.  It sucks because if he were just flat out evil, I'd hate him and have no problem giving him back to the kennel to be euthanized, but he has his extremely sweet moments too, that little bastard (heh.. Baxter.. Bastard... I nick named him "Fat Baxter," because I thought it was funny.)  He's always really loving when I come downstairs to make sure he's okay and give him food and lovings, but I just can't take this.  And he always wants to be in the baby's room, and I can never seem to prevent his big ass from getting in (we have sliding doors for the baby's room, wait, I'll get a pictures for you) and I know he'd be jumping in the crib and on my baby once she or he is here.

For reference's sake, here is door (or.. doors) to the nursery:


They slide into the wall on the right individually, so you can have just one, or all four panels tucked away.

Here's an example of two of the doors being put away, with two being left out.



I guess that second picture wasn't relevant, but it's cool.

I lol'd, and nice place. flower;

[sebastian]

We have tried to give Baxter a second chance, and then a third, and then a.. You get what I'm saying.  He has torn up this house, ripped down every curtain from every window, which wouldn't be THAT bad, but we do not own this house, and those curtains were there when we started renting it.  I know, it's partially our fault for not getting him de-clawed, but the place on base refuses to de-claw our cats since it's "inhumane," which, okay, if they want to take that stance, fine, but don't ****ing tell me something is inhumane, and then neuter my cat without giving him pain meds.  They didn't give him anything at all.  I wanted to ****ing ... Whatever, that's another story.  So, we have a cat that still has his claws who is ripping up the tatami mats in the nursery, which those cost $50 each, and he's damaged at least two of them, if not more.  He's scratched up the floor just from being hyper and running around all day (we have wood floors.)  He's broken a glass ceiling fan blade and cut his own little *** on it.  He's knocked over a glass dish that my mom gave me. 

Okay, so all of those things are just him being a cat, really.  He doesn't know any better.  He just needs to be de-clawed, that's it.  Well, we got some kittens for him to play with because he was lonely and would cry all day at the window (and even try to open the window, aww) at the neighbor's cat.  We didn't let him in the room with the kittens when we first got them because they were way too small and he hadn't been neutered at that point.  I didn't want him raping my babies, heh.  Once we did get him fixed and he had healed enough so that the kittens wouldn't hurt him much if they swatted at his balls, we let him in the room with us, and he was fine with the kittens.  He loved on them, and licked them a lot.  Then, a few days later, something snapped.  He was always attacking them, and really hurting them.  He was going beyond just being playful.  He would get his big 12 pound (probably more by now) *** on top of them and tear at their stomachs.  Both kittens STILL have scars on their tummies from him, and that was a while ago.  So, we decided that Bax would stay downstairs until they were old enough to fight back.  He would sneak in anyway and attack them sometimes, which, whatever, I threw him out, but one time, he attacked Mitsey so bad before I could get his fat *** from under the bed that she had a ****ing seizure.  I flipped out.  Mitsey is the sweetest kitten ever, and I really thought she was dead after what he did.  Steven and I agreed that this was the last straw, and he was going out.  But, we felt so badly for him.  I mean, no one is going to adopt his big ***, everyone wants little kitties or kittens.  We knew he'd just wind up getting euthanized, and I didn't want to be responsible for that.  He did his little "hey im a sweet cat i am gonna lub on you a lot ok dun take me bak to the kennels ok?" routine, and as usual we fell for it, and gave him ANOTHER chance.  To this day, he's still bad.  He still runs around and knocks stuff over all the time, and he still tries to terrorize the kittens whenever he gets in the room/they run out.  And it's really not fair to either party.  The kittens should be allowed to be downstairs, and he should be allowed in here with me so I can love on him.  (Sure, I could go down there with him, but I'm on bed rest, and sometimes I just don't feel like going all the way downstairs...)  And then, and this is the big reason we are getting rid of him (with the kittens being the second big reason), I'm having a baby in three months.  I am not going to let him treat my child the way he treats those kittens.  Steven thinks he just wants attention since he probably feels the kittens are stealing attention from him.  I bet he definitely won't like it then when I'm all about the baby once he or she is born.  My brother has a cat who we all thought was a perfect angel.  He was really nice and always sat with them and he never ripped up anything like Baxter does.  Then, they had a baby a few months ago.  He jumps on top of her constantly, and this is a big cat.  Fat, like at least 15 pounds.  He weighs twice what my niece does!  He's probably just trying to smell on her, and maybe give her some affection, but, they had to get rid of him.  He wouldn't stop getting on top of her.  I don't want Baxter doing that.  He does that to the kittens, and then he tries to rip their tummies out.

SO! THAT is why we are getting rid of him next payday (you have to pay a fee for them to take back animals you have adopted, sorta as a "shame on you" fee, I guess.)

That's pretty sad. Way back when, my mother used to have a golden retriever. She was probably the sweetest dog I've ever met. Then, a couple years down the road, we got a miniature schnauzer. They were fine for a couple years, and never fought. But then, one night she just went crazy and attacked the schnauzer. And this wasn't like a nip or something like that, she had drove her teeth directly into the schnauzer's nose. After we rushed her to the vet, they said that the schnauzer had received a pretty bad bite, and the bite was about two inches away from killing her.

Since we didn't have the heart to take her to the pound, we just gave the retriever to a friend of my mom's. The dogs are now both old and overweight.

[6M69I69B9]

We have tried to give Baxter a second chance, and then a third, and then a.. You get what I'm saying.  He has torn up this house, ripped down every curtain from every window, which wouldn't be THAT bad, but we do not own this house, and those curtains were there when we started renting it.  I know, it's partially our fault for not getting him de-clawed, but the place on base refuses to de-claw our cats since it's "inhumane," which, okay, if they want to take that stance, fine, but don't ****ing tell me something is inhumane, and then neuter my cat without giving him pain meds.  They didn't give him anything at all.  I wanted to ****ing ... Whatever, that's another story.  So, we have a cat that still has his claws who is ripping up the tatami mats in the nursery, which those cost $50 each, and he's damaged at least two of them, if not more.  He's scratched up the floor just from being hyper and running around all day (we have wood floors.)  He's broken a glass ceiling fan blade and cut his own little *** on it.  He's knocked over a glass dish that my mom gave me. 

Okay, so all of those things are just him being a cat, really.  He doesn't know any better.  He just needs to be de-clawed, that's it.  Well, we got some kittens for him to play with because he was lonely and would cry all day at the window (and even try to open the window, aww) at the neighbor's cat.  We didn't let him in the room with the kittens when we first got them because they were way too small and he hadn't been neutered at that point.  I didn't want him raping my babies, heh.  Once we did get him fixed and he had healed enough so that the kittens wouldn't hurt him much if they swatted at his balls, we let him in the room with us, and he was fine with the kittens.  He loved on them, and licked them a lot.  Then, a few days later, something snapped.  He was always attacking them, and really hurting them.  He was going beyond just being playful.  He would get his big 12 pound (probably more by now) *** on top of them and tear at their stomachs.  Both kittens STILL have scars on their tummies from him, and that was a while ago.  So, we decided that Bax would stay downstairs until they were old enough to fight back.  He would sneak in anyway and attack them sometimes, which, whatever, I threw him out, but one time, he attacked Mitsey so bad before I could get his fat *** from under the bed that she had a ****ing seizure.  I flipped out.  Mitsey is the sweetest kitten ever, and I really thought she was dead after what he did.  Steven and I agreed that this was the last straw, and he was going out.  But, we felt so badly for him.  I mean, no one is going to adopt his big ***, everyone wants little kitties or kittens.  We knew he'd just wind up getting euthanized, and I didn't want to be responsible for that.  He did his little "hey im a sweet cat i am gonna lub on you a lot ok dun take me bak to the kennels ok?" routine, and as usual we fell for it, and gave him ANOTHER chance.  To this day, he's still bad.  He still runs around and knocks stuff over all the time, and he still tries to terrorize the kittens whenever he gets in the room/they run out.  And it's really not fair to either party.  The kittens should be allowed to be downstairs, and he should be allowed in here with me so I can love on him.  (Sure, I could go down there with him, but I'm on bed rest, and sometimes I just don't feel like going all the way downstairs...)  And then, and this is the big reason we are getting rid of him (with the kittens being the second big reason), I'm having a baby in three months.  I am not going to let him treat my child the way he treats those kittens.  Steven thinks he just wants attention since he probably feels the kittens are stealing attention from him.  I bet he definitely won't like it then when I'm all about the baby once he or she is born.  My brother has a cat who we all thought was a perfect angel.  He was really nice and always sat with them and he never ripped up anything like Baxter does.  Then, they had a baby a few months ago.  He jumps on top of her constantly, and this is a big cat.  Fat, like at least 15 pounds.  He weighs twice what my niece does!  He's probably just trying to smell on her, and maybe give her some affection, but, they had to get rid of him.  He wouldn't stop getting on top of her.  I don't want Baxter doing that.  He does that to the kittens, and then he tries to rip their tummies out.

SO! THAT is why we are getting rid of him next payday (you have to pay a fee for them to take back animals you have adopted, sorta as a "shame on you" fee, I guess.)

That's pretty sad. Way back when, my mother used to have a golden retriever. She was probably the sweetest dog I've ever met. Then, a couple years down the road, we got a miniature schnauzer. They were fine for a couple years, and never fought. But then, one night she just went crazy and attacked the schnauzer. And this wasn't like a nip or something like that, she had drove her teeth directly into the schnauzer's nose. After we rushed her to the vet, they said that the schnauzer had received a pretty bad bite, and the bite was about two inches away from killing her.

Since we didn't have the heart to take her to the pound, we just gave the retriever to a friend of my mom's. The dogs are now both old and overweight.

That sux penus. emo;

[Andrios]

I think it's funny when he gets into the baby's room now, because of the way he has to wiggle his fat ass just to get in the door in enough time before I slide it all the way shut, and even though it pisses me off, I laugh when he tries to be all sneaky and runs under the cloth hamper, because he really does think that I can't see him anymore, even though there's a huge bulge in the hamper, and, oh yeah, his tail and ass are sticking out.  But, I don't see myself laughing when he jumps on the baby in his/her crib.  (Sorry about all of the "his/her" stuff, I just got sick of calling.. him/her... an "it.")

[Andrios]

That's pretty sad. Way back when, my mother used to have a golden retriever. She was probably the sweetest dog I've ever met. Then, a couple years down the road, we got a miniature schnauzer. They were fine for a couple years, and never fought. But then, one night she just went crazy and attacked the schnauzer. And this wasn't like a nip or something like that, she had drove her teeth directly into the schnauzer's nose. After we rushed her to the vet, they said that the schnauzer had received a pretty bad bite, and the bite was about two inches away from killing her.

Since we didn't have the heart to take her to the pound, we just gave the retriever to a friend of my mom's. The dogs are now both old and overweight.

Awww!!  I really wish we could give Baxter to someone, but Steven refuses to ask a friend of his at work (who wants a cat) if he'll take him, because "well what if they decide to have kids?"  Ugh.

I lol'd and nice place.  flower;

Thanks!

[6M69I69B9]

I think it's funny when he gets into the baby's room now, because of the way he has to wiggle his fat ass just to get in the door in enough time before I slide it all the way shut, and even though it pisses me off, I laugh when he tries to be all sneaky and runs under the cloth hamper, because he really does think that I can't see him anymore, even though there's a huge bulge in the hamper, and, oh yeah, his tail and ass are sticking out.  But, I don't see myself laughing when he jumps on the baby in his/her crib.  (Sorry about all of the "his/her" stuff, I just got sick of calling.. him/her... an "it.")

Lol. So anyways, I FUCKING NEED A DIGITAL CAMERA... I need a new printer too. emo;

I would of posted alot of pics.

[demonprince]

I thought you were "Leaving"