Because we all need more puppies

[pecunium]

By way of a comment from ginmar I read the following:

Puppies

THEY met on the local hot rod scene. They saw one another at tattoo conventions around the area, comparing bikes. They looked like heavies, a band of Hells Angels, with nicknames equally tough: Mike Tattoo, Big Ant, Johnny O, Batso, Sal, Angel, Des.

They meant no harm. Clad in leather, inked to the hilt in skulls and dragons, with images of bloodied barbed wire looped about their necks, they shared something else-

By their fruits shall ye know them.

Comments

[janetmiles.livejournal.com]

That's wonderful. I'm reminded of two shows I've seen on Animal Planet.

In one episode of Emergency Vets, Big Burly Biker Dude, tats and all, comes to the vet's office. He's worried about his pet, which appears to be constipated -- the last time this happened to one of their pets, it turned out to be intestinal cancer and the dog died. This pet, however, makes me giggle: it's Little Bunny FooFoo, and practically fits in his jacket pocket. (Little Bunny FooFoo was fine; it got a dose of bunny laxative and an overnight stay for observation, and by morning was busily pooping away.)

And then there was an episode of Animal Cops, where the officers had a report of a dog being abused by a carnival ride operator. They went out to check on the animal and found that it had food, plenty of water, and good shelter. They mentioned that the report had included the information that the dog was being forced to ride the ferris wheel. The operator took the dog off the leash, and the dog raced to the platform, wagging its tail furiously, waiting only for an "Okay!" before jumping into one of the cars.

"Clearly not abused," the officers decided. "A bit odd, but not abused."

I heart puppies.

[texaslawchick.livejournal.com]

I'm getting a new puppy in a few weeks. :D

When my boyfriend took his cat Zeus in to be euthanized a little over a year ago, the people at the vet's office were sort of struck by the image of a guy with skull tattoos covering his arms totally devastated by the loss of his beloved kitty cat.

I remember reading a description of a tattoo artist who was sick of covering up old girlfriends' names. One day, a customer came with yet another cover-up. The tattoo artist suggested she do a portrait of the man's dog, as it was unlikely that the guy was going to ever fall out of love with the dog. It turned out to be an awesome job, and the tattoo artist then became known for her dog portrait work and never had to worry about finding clients.

I have two tattoos. One is my family crest. The other is a lightning bolt for my dog Relampago (1992-2008) who was with me from the time I was 19-years-old, my entire adulthood.

Re: I heart puppies.

[pecunium.livejournal.com]

How strange. I worked at a vet, and the idea of anyone not being devastated by having to put an animal down is beyond my comprehension; and would be strange to everyone I worked with.

I recall the head of the clinic leaving the surgery, and asking why she was damn-fool enough to recussitate this poor rottweiler which had coded out on the table. He was old, and ill, and not only not long for the world, but his owner didn' really know how to care for him. It would have been a mercy to just let him go.

But she didn't stop to think of any of that.

One of my favorite stories is of the woman who had the conyer. Said conyer was really ill. No idea what it was (turned out to be lead poisoning). She had the bills for the bloodwork on her desk, about $600. A co-worker saw this and asked if that had cured the bird.

When told it was just the labs the co-worker was shocked.

Reply: "I've had him for 18 years, and I don't have to put him through college, seems a small price to pay."

Bird recovered just fine.

I recall Relampago (whom I always read as Remalpago, go figure).

[slave2tehtink.livejournal.com]

What a great story, and a great slideshow to go with it. Thanks.

[kightp.livejournal.com]

I saw these guys on someone else's journal and went to their Web site. Now I want to bring them all home for milk and cookies and kitty skritches.