PET PICTURES

[Lady Nimue]

Hi Bronzie...

I have mixed feelings about him.
I think he understands canines, and communicates with them in their language. On the other hand, I find some of his tactics to be too physical, and I think its partially because he is stroking his own ego.

[Flidais]

Hi Bronzewing
Yes she is much better now, it all turned out to be stress related so at the moment we try not to leave her alone for very long and at night she sleeps in her basket in our bedroom. We've found also that she has never been socialised, so every thing has to be learned, especially her enthusiasm for greeting everyone and her playfulness as when she stands on 2 legs she reaches our shoulders lol But we are are completely love with her.
I love Cesar Milan, I'm fascinated watching the control he has and I must admit I have used a few of his methods with our dog.
Love
Flidais x

[Crystal Dragon]

Hi All

About 10 days ago my husband and I unexpectedly gained an additional household feline and I promised Lady Nimue that I would post a couple of piccies. Can you believe this beautiful blue point birman appears to have been dumped on a remote part of a local moor and was destined for a rescue centre. The strange thing is that only a few weeks ago we had decided to get a birman sometime in the New Year.......

Balin is a neutered male, 1-2 years old we think, he has obviously been loved at some time in the past and we just can't believe that no one is looking for him - their loss, our gain




Life is now just so relaxing......

[roland]

my dog Norbu

[otter oonagh]

A special thanks to Lady Nimue , for her PRECIOUS help with my Tippy who is on the left side of this pic , Sao her sister , on the right .

[Lady Nimue]

OH Otto!!!

They are magnifique!!!
And Tippy is gorgeous....I am honoured to have been of some help.

[otter oonagh]

They are magnifique!!!
And Tippy is gorgeous....

I will tell them that you say that , they will surely appreciate !

I am honoured to have been of some help.

then, we are blessed !! many thanks again and again ...

[owl*light]

This is my best friend Bella, who is a 5 year old bundle of delightful fluff. The bottom photo is one I entered into a pet competition which she won!

[claireandaisy]

My family..
Daisy from Vigil Rescue - she has issues but we`re working on it.

Shamus Pointer from an Irish Pound- yes he is HUGE

Laddie - ex-stud dog from a local rescue. He`ll be 15 in June

Bran from Greek Animal Rescue - dumped when crippled in Greece.

[owl*light]

Your dogs are gorgeous - how could anyone have abandoned any of them

Shamus is massive, anyone would think he had an infusion of steroids or rottweiler.. lol. I'm a sucker for the big dogs.

[Lady Nimue]

claireandaisy,

gorgeous babies...you are all so lucky to have found each other.

[Maena]

My ferrets Nia (doing nr 2 on the firewood)and Branna

[Dathi]

Greetings,
Meet Daisy the Druid Dog. Here busy interpreting ancient writings.
Jack Russel with a notable "Napoleon Complex", this mutt is not afraid of ANYTHING. I did not have a camera yesterday but we met a Harlequin Great Dane (biggest dog breed?!) in the woods. This hound's head alone was bigger than Daisy but she happily dashed right in to say hello. Luckily the Gt Dane was an affable dog.

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Daisy

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Dathi

[HinduDruid]

Everyone's babies are so beautiful!

Here are mine...

Snowbelle...she's a little lady



Madison, the crazy kitten whose playground is my entire home



Can't adequately capture the fishtank, which I call the tank of fertility. Since the time I asked the Universe for a sacred sign if I'd ever have kids, there have been babies born in the tank every few months! Lotsa fish now...

[wyeuro]

Nathaniel Truebrother Boomerang Stench

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Here's my pet kangaroo (western grey), Nathaniel Truebrother Boomerang Stench.
He was found in his dead mother's pouch. She had been shot and left. A wildlife enthusiast, knowing I would care, brought him to me in a wheat bag. He was only about seven months old so he had nearly two months to go before his first pouch exits, and had to be milk-fed until he could learn to eat grass. I made a cloth pouch which I wore like an apron with straps over my shoulders and carried him in it day and night as his mother would until he was old enough to stop using it. Even then I still had to wear it for him, because young kangaroos need to put their heads into their mother's pouches until they're quite big - long after they're weaned.

I called him Nathaniel because he looked like a Nathaniel , Truebrother because my main dreaming is western grey kangaroo and that makes him my spiritual brother, Boomerang because that was the trajectory of his first serious hops, Stench because he was, as all male western greys are, a master of Stench, generating a whole array of perfumes and stinks from his scent glands (mainly situated around his head and neck) depending on how happy or aggro he felt - sump oil when scared, hot curry when angry, milk chocolate when cosy and warm, chicken noodle soup when excited and happy. One of their common names is 'the stinker' because most people only ever experience their fear or fight pheromones, which are powerful curry/sump oil odours. Most of the time, they don't smell much - it's a communication thing, and it's only if they love you that you get the joyful chicken noodle soup and the blissed out milk chocolate.

Even long after he was weaned and well out of the pouch he stilled loved jumping into bed with me at night. Whenever it rained, he became very playful, and would hop about crazily in the pouring rain and then dripping wet, somersault over my head into the bed with me - just the thing on a cold winters night! I think he thought I was a kangaroo too, because I know he thought I should go out and hop around in the rain too.

He was incredibly affectionate and surprisingly intelligent. After all they are dependent on their mothers for two and a half years, which is a long infancy, and they are given a real solid up-bringing - mother kangaroos are very firm with their joeys. They are very respectful and learn very good social skills and manners. Their special ability is peace-making, which they practice a lot because they love play fighting. He loved travelling in the car with me and was very well-behaved, responding respectfully to my efforts to be firm. He loved music, especially the Fureys, and would demand it by dancing around me to the rhythms of their songs until I recognised them and put them on. I've only got a small caravan, and my dog at that time was Luke, a German Shepherd / Doberman who slept on my feet and who fortunately had not a jealous bone in his body, but entered into whatever I was doing. I loved this joey, so Luke did too. I also had a big old tabby cat who slept on my pillow. She mostly ignored Nathy, but objected to him coming in wet.

The wild kangaroos that come in to drink at the water we supply for them loved him. Most animals will show aggression to some unknown young, but these were very tolerant and he was able to play with their joeys, so it wasn't as unnatural for him as it might have been. The first time I saw him go out excitedly to meet his first wild kangaroo - a big male in his prime whom we called Big Ed - I was afraid that at the very least he'd have an ear ripped off or an eye knocked out, but to my amazement Nathy trembled, clicked respectfully, bowed low and the dear old dad bent down so gently and gave him a really nice hug, caressing him very gently and kindly. After that, he got an occasional whack from a snitchy mama, but so did all the others, so he was a happy little lad. If I ever needed to discipline him I had a handy household water spray, and used to give him a squirt with that. But he seldom needed it. Usually he would respond to the kangaroo peace-making gesture, which is to turn side-on to the aggressor and put both paws on the ground in an exaggerated charade of grazing - like saying "let's just graze side by side, and not fight".

When he was two and a half years old he reached the age of independence, and for a week he was super-affectionate to everyone he knew, hugging us and - I can only call it giggling (kangaroos do it too each other and it always makes me laugh so I guess it's what he's doing) and then one day he was gone - just gone. That was the ideal of course, that he should do just what a wild kangaroo of his age would do - hop off into the scrub well away from his moother's territory (to avoid incest) to join a band of young males which would be his friends for a couple of years until puberty at which stage he will be an independent male. I was worried at first that I would not be able to give him a natural life, but he was so undeniably happy (you could tell by the stench) that I don't doubt now that rearing him was one of the best things I ever did.

wyverne /|\

[Saule]

What a wonderful story Wyeuro. Thank you for the telling!

[Aurora]

That was a wonderful story Wyeuro and what an amazing experience to have had

[Lorraine]

What an amazing story Wyeuro - you did a great job bringing him up.

My pet is a bit more conventional. She was taken in, pregnant, by a cat rescue centre when her owner had to leave the country. Her kittens were rehomed but she was still languishing with a fosterer after a few months.

The fosterer said she was a 'laid-back cat' but she seemed rather timid and when I tried to stroke her she shrank away from my hand. I thought she might only stick around at mealtime, but I decided to give her a home. When we took her home she was obviously nervous, hissing and growling at us while hiding under a table in her safe room, but I tried lying down on the floor and talking to her quietly or just reading a book, and she started to come out of her shell a little bit.

Well, some 5 months later, she's not stopped coming out of it. Timid? She has an incredibly loud miaow and she's not afraid to use it. She is friendlier than I expected and will miaow and headbutt us for cuddles if she thinks she's not getting enough attention. She doesn't roam outside of our little garden much but often demands that I go and sit out there with her. She's our mischievous little imp, but she does have her laid-back moments as in this picture and makes a good meditation partner.

[Guardian]

My darling Valentine, and Bartleby giving her some love.

[Peacelilly]

My two cats.. Pookie (ginger) and Onyx (black) kind of obvious really that Onyx would be the black cat! Onyx loves "getting in the way" when I am trying to work at my desk She also loves sniffing incense! Pookie is totally laid back, extremely calm energy to him