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Rsa,


You and Theo are both so cute! :)

What a dog!!!!!!!!

My my Risa...:eek:

And I have the nerve to think that I write nice stories for my pets...
If Sotiris (my dog) sees the site you have created for Theo will abandon me...

Theo is the cutest retriever I have seen EVER!!!!

In my country we believe in evil eye . That means that if someone is very fond of you may without wanting it feel ill. In order to prevent evil eye you have to war a special bead that has the shape of a tiny blue eye... Church believes that evil eye may affect aninals also.

You should put Theo one of those;)

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Oh Risa,
what a smile I have on my face :)
Theo is very handsome.
I think it is great that you shared theos pictures with us.

I have my first dog ever.
"Molly" she is a carin terrior (like Toto)

there is something about the love of a dog.
I'm happy I get to enjoy that feeling now :)

Chow Theo!! Opps no pun intended
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Risa, He's a cutie! Dogs are so much fun!

Hey CC, congratulations on your new family member. How long have you had her?

Ummm, Michelle, it was a year ago this past October:D
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OOOhhhh... I thought it was a brand new dog!:D

Dear Risa

I tried to send an e-mail to Theo to express my admiration to him and tell him how much I'd love to rub my nose on his and to sign his guest book, but no luck!! You have to de-bug Theo's site...

:)

Okay I admit it. This is cute. Theo reminds me of one of my past dogs, in name only. My dog was Theodore Alouitious (al-oo-ish-us)
or Teddy for short. One of the pics reminds me of a team mascot we have for the Diablos Hockey Club.

Oh another nice nose I'd love to kiss .
Dogs are just fabulous!! Aren't they???

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OOOOOOOOOO,

Theo, Theodore Alouitious and Sotiris are adorable!!

But I'm really a cat woman...

EVIL EYE?

Tell me about the legend of the evil eye, Atheneaus:) My Italian grandfather used to do a hand gesture thing behind his back to ward off the evil eye.

Pending the Legend of the Evil Eye, meet Max, everyone!

It's always sad to loose a friend. Specially one that is always there for you. A cat is always happy to see you, willing to share the happy and sad moments of your life. Willing to cuddle for hours or just happy with a little caresse.


They say cats that are loved never really die, they continue to watch over you, forever. You'll see Kimmie in a few months or whenever you are ready, Max will send you a new friend because one can not live without a cat.

Thank you Isa. I found myself crying when I read your response...I guess I'm not quite over his death yet! :cry:

Chrose,Athenaeus and Kimmie.

Your pets,Or should I say Loved ones are precious.

I was In a theater show many years ago when I used to act, The production was "Lil abner" My role was "evil eye flegel"
Go figure LOL
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Don't say that Kimmie, now I'll be the one crying.

Lil Abner?

CC, you played in Lil Abner? That is so funny! I loved the cartoon strip. :D

With respect

Kimmie when I posted my post I had not seen your post.
I am sorry for your loss

Max

Kimmie, Max is a beautiful cat. My Priscilla looks exactly like him. It is as hard to lose a pet as it is to lose a human relative. My dogs are both 16, so I am really nervous about the time coming when I'll have to let them go. To be honest, I would want to die if Snoopy wasn't at my heels as he always is. Age is taking a giant toll on him and his sister, Suzanne. Isa is right. I never intended to love another cat again after 13 year old Wookie was killed by a dog. Then, along came Prissy. She was a hungry stray. We just fed two strays this evening. There are so many beautiful little kittys out there who want to be loved. Nothing ever takes the place of your loss, but loving again does help. I wish for you a healing of the heart.

"Beau" by Jimmy Stewart

He never came to me when I would call,
Unless I had a tennis ball, (or he felt like it).
But mostly he didn't come at all.
When he was young he never learned to heel or sit or stay.
He did things his way.
Discipline was not his bag.
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me.
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.
He bit lots of folks from day to day.
The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter.
He said we owned a real man-eater.
He set the house on fire, but the story's long to tell.
Suffice it to say that he survived and the house survived as well.
On evening walks, and Gloria took him,
he was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
because our bones were sore.
He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on.
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
they created a bit of a stir.
But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.
We are early-to-bedders at our house--
I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.
He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs
And I'd give him one for a while.
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd fish it out with a smile.
And before very long He'd tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner In no time at all.
And there were nights when I'd feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.
And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be there
And I'd reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I'd feel him sigh
And I think I know the reason why.
He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.

And now he's dead.

And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.

And there are nights when I think I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he's not there.

Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,

I'll always love a dog named Beau!

as read on the Tonight Show 07/28/81

Good post, Nancya

Any pet that I've ever owned and lost has come back to let me know they're happy.

That poem always makes me cry, Pastachef. It could have been written about my Fred. If I ever get a scanner, I'll send you a picture of Fred running toward the camera with his tongue flapping out of his mouth over his shoulder!

Oh, and Risa, I forgot to say that is such a cute doggie!

Perhaps you all would enjoy this view of another of my darling pets?

He he Nancy you are not an ordinary person!

Kimmie I always imagined you as a fluffy white cat that can dissapear in the snowy enviroment of Canada and you could only spot her but her smile.
Like this cat in the novel "Alice in the Wonderland" Was it the cat of Chesthire?

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Close enough Athenaeus, just the wrong color, LOL!

Watch the Cheshire Cat
disappear

Thanks for the link Kimmie!!

You won't beleive it but I haven't decided yet if I liked this book...

Anyway! You are a black cat then!! You leave your marks on the white snow quite well then...

As for the evil eye.
It works for cooks too but let me start another thread on this one!

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Doggie Instructions

THINGS I MUST REMEMBER AS A DOG (in order to keep my present living
arrangements)
1. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.
2. I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the
coffee table.
3. I will not roll my toys behind the fridge, behind the sofa or under
the bed.
4. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house.
5. I will not eat the cats' food, before they eat it or after they
throw it up.
6. I will stop trying to find the few remaining pieces of clean carpet
in the house when I am about to get sick.
7. I will not throw up in the car.
8. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc. just because I
like the way they smell.
9. I will not munch on "leftovers" in the kitty litter box; although
they are tasty, they are not food.
10. I will not eat any more Kleenex or napkins and then redeposit them
in the backyard after processing.
11. The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.
12. I will not chew my humans' toothbrushes and not tell them.
13. I will not chew crayons or pens, especially not the red ones, or my
people will think I am hemorrhaging.
14. When in the car, I will not insist on having the window rolled down
when it's raining outside.
15. We do not have a doorbell. I will not bark each time I hear one on
TV
16. I will not steal my mom's underwear and dance all over the backyard
with them.
17. The sofa is not a face towel. Neither are mom & dad's laps.
18. My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
19. I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for mom's
driver's license and car registration.
20. I will not play tug-of-war with dad's underwear when he's on the
toilet.
21. I will not eat mint flavored dental floss out of the bathroom
garbage; I do not want a string hanging out of my butt.
22. I will not roll around in the dirt right after just getting a bath.
23. Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is not an acceptable way of
saying hello.
24. I will not hump on any person's leg just because I thought it was
the right thing to do.
25. I will not pass gas in my owners' faces while sleeping on the pillow
next to their head.
26. I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt across
the carpet.
27. The toilet bowl is not a never ending water supply and, just because
the water is blue, it doesn't mean it is cleaner.
28. I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch
when company is over.
29. I will remember that suddenly turning around and smelling my butt
can quickly clear a room.
30. The cat is not a squeaky toy so when I play with him and he makes
that noise, it's usually not a good thing

Yup:)

I surely was. Theo is a beautiful dog! I'm glad you had good laugh.