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Post by pinky on Nov 16, 2012 23:51:02 GMT -4
For me the ultimate living veteran is the one who lives below me, my landlord who was present for the attack on Pearl Harbor.
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Post by pinky on Nov 16, 2012 23:48:56 GMT -4
I like seeing them perched on street lights, looking down on the world. Occasionally I've seen one swoop down to grab a mouse or something from the side of the road or the median.
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Post by pinky on Nov 13, 2012 22:48:24 GMT -4
Oh, yes, it'd been a long time since you did that.
I have one of my own to inter, when the day is right, and soon.
Play peacefully, critters all.
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Post by pinky on Nov 11, 2012 20:43:36 GMT -4
I deliberately got Mable in the photo so that Kate could see that it really was stuck to her cage.
If Kate was a blood relative she'd be a niece, so I suppose one could use step-niece? However, I do NOT like step_____ for adults; my dad's wife is NOT my stepmother. Nor, I found out, are we described by her as her stepchildren. We are "Fred's children" when she speaks of us to others.
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Post by pinky on Nov 6, 2012 23:16:00 GMT -4
Not sure what the experts would recommend here. If the problem is merely aesthetic, and they are happy as clams otherwise, perhaps just ignore it?
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Post by pinky on Nov 6, 2012 23:13:10 GMT -4
My dad's wife's granddaughter Kate (age 7) had the opportunity to visit with Mable three times while I was in evacuation mode. So enthusiastic was she that she drew a portrait of Mable in her aquarium, complete with purple igloo (left), toilet paper tube (right) and wheel, and she asked me to tape it to Mable's tank so that she could see it (hence the red "you" with arrow). The part I like best is "hamster rool." For Kate on those days, Mable definitely "rooled."
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Post by pinky on Oct 23, 2012 23:58:29 GMT -4
You may remember the only name change ever made in the course of my adoptions, necessitated by my discovery that the male dwarf "Marcus" was a female when I visited "him." Thus I took home Mallory, a name proposed by the rescue owner's daughter and agreed to by all.
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Post by pinky on Oct 20, 2012 10:39:34 GMT -4
Go with the traditional, so they have unique names.
My policy: I never change the name of a critter I get from a rescue. Mable was the original spelling.
I was encouraged to change Frasier and Ethel to Fred and Ethel, but I loved the name Frasier too much, and I have my policy!
I actually often call Mable not May-bull but instead Mah-blay as though there was an accent mark on the e. She is not one to respond to her name, so I don't feel that consistency is needed!
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Post by pinky on Oct 19, 2012 21:58:11 GMT -4
We both suffered losses this week.
Rest peacefully, little one.
I hope your last stays with you for a while longer.
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Post by pinky on Oct 17, 2012 21:38:34 GMT -4
Thanks, Katie. I really don't think the tumors hurt him very much, because they were soft and could move with him. Ping crossed the Bridge sometime early this afternoon, while I was at work. Free is his spirit, and I am at peace now because he is. What a wonderful experience it was to have him in my life! I didn't know what to expect when I brought him home--he was a Robo, after all, and the most scared little thing I'd ever seen--but we grew together, and we were happy. Love you, my fuzzy one. <3
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Post by pinky on Oct 17, 2012 0:27:57 GMT -4
I may have mentioned this before, but I have a cousin named Tana.
Congrats on the new birdie girl!
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Post by pinky on Oct 17, 2012 0:25:14 GMT -4
A-OK with me that there's more than one Mable out there, though maybe you want the traditional spelling, Mabel??
I like the names--nicely different.
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Post by pinky on Oct 17, 2012 0:22:06 GMT -4
Play in peace, little Bennie. I'm on the lookout for spinys too.
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Post by pinky on Oct 17, 2012 0:14:41 GMT -4
PingPong (aka Ping, the Pingster, Pingy, Fuzzy One) is now 2 years and 7 months old. He has been living with hemangiomas (blood-filled tumors) for about 9 months. Some of these latest photos may be a bit difficult to look at, but I think members will benefit in seeing that in this case "tumor" did not equal "sudden death." A few older photos from prior threads: Ping in his prime: Ping in the Buddha sleeping position that he made famous: Sometimes it was just easier to drink this way! More recent photos: Starting to look like an old man: Still running on the wheel up until maybe a week ago: He has been an avid groomer all along, despite the challenges: Given that he's eating for three, he gets what he likes: kale, poultry baby food, yam, red pepper, pasta, tofu. In the foreground is some of the Emer-Aid supplemental feeding mix I've used to give him extra calories. I have to say now that I think he's crossed the line. The Ping I see now is tired and sad, with ears down and eyes not bright. That he actually allowed me to caress his back earlier today tells me that he doesn't have the energy to object--because believe me, that sort of activity had been highly objectionable! I am hoping that my little man just slips away in his dreams. He has been so brave--doing everything a hamster does in spite of the two large grapes he carries everywhere.
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Post by pinky on Sept 29, 2012 15:51:50 GMT -4
Well, tolerance is better than the alternative!
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