August 20, 2019 / 2 Comments
“Being too nice? It may be worth thinking twice”
August 20, 2019 / 2 Comments
“A dog, I have always said, is prose; a cat is a poem.“
“In order to keep a true perspective of one’s importance, actually, everyone should have a dog
that will worship him and a cat that will ignore him.”
My Friends – Pets…
“I love animals. I admire them. I am capable of great discomfort and sacrifices for them. I respect them. I don’t eat them. I think life is richer because of them. They are beautiful and wonderful, and useful and so much more…”
Hence, I live always surrounded by at least a dog and/or cat. I wish I could have more of them around me… M.
Well, here are my darlings as I loved and lost them… (how very short life they have) and those who still make my life happier, giving me their love and affection and so much more…
“In life the firmest friend, the first to welcome, foremost to defend.”
George Gordon, Lord Byron, of a dog.
What dog thinks:
“They feed me, love me, and take care of me: they must be Gods!”
This is Brit A. in the enclosed picture.
Because all my dog’s names were Brit since we came to the US. Perhaps I’m a little peculiar in this, but… Back home in (former) Czechoslovakia, I had Brian, German Sheppard, a wonderful dog, well-trained (this was my big hobby, dog training) but he already passed away before we left my country.
I didn’t have a dog for some years living in New Your City and working day and night at the start of our new life in the US. At the moment we bought our first house in Adirondacks, upstate New York, our first trip was to Pennsylvania to pick-up 4 months old Rottweiler, Brit A.
My life in that area will always be connected with him in my memory, he was a superior companion in every way, also a great guard dog. His loss was a terrible blow to my husband and me.
Taking me for walks in every weather, we were browsing the woods, looking for berries and mushrooms…it was a good life thereafter years in hectic NYC, but winters were brutal…
Brit really loved helping out with landscaping work where he was a great help, including being underfoot.
See the main photo, where we are both resting after such activity.
He loved his own house that we built for him equipped with carpeting and some other comforts…well, after all, he simply preferred colder weather outside and at night always wanted to sleep there instead of in the house.
Brit B. was a Doberman – full name Brit Orel Ryan von Luxus, son of champion Blitz from Canada. We’ve made a trip to Canada to pick him up at the age of 2 months. Unforgettable dog, superior guard dog, bit too attached, didn’t like anybody too much, besides me.
Still, to those, he deemed worthy he always offered his handshake. (I cry now… it’s so hard to lose them…) I lost him at age 10, suddenly. I still mourn him…never forgotten…as the others…
He was so very anxious to be always ready to please and do his duties, I sometimes wished he was cooler about it like Brit A. was. My last Brit, Brit C was a Rhodesian Ridgeback.
Extremely beautiful dog, his golden color and golden eyes were something to see… I lost him also years ago… still in the USA.
Today, as a widow, I have first small dog ever, this time a female, Yorkshire Terrier, named Kimi, smart like no other around…She is my closest friend, always on my lap, always ready to please, and can take as long walks as those large ones. Which, in a way, surprised me, but it is the truth…
What cat thinks:
“They feed me, love me, and take care of me: I must be a God!”
Before we left Czechoslovakia as political refugees, we owned German Shepperd, named Brian, and a cat named Zappa.
Since being in the USA, all our dogs were named “Brit” and cat’s Kimi, which name now carries my little Yorkie.
Our first Kimi, the best cat I’ve ever had, was a Main-coon. I love this breed, very calm and balanced, do not climb window drapes 😉 and have a very disarming, affectionate, rather funny personality. This Kimi lived 14 years.
So, I shall end this for me enjoyable and at the same time very, very sad reminiscing, with optimism and wishes for good home and treatment of all God’s creatures and with deep thanks to you all, who are animal lovers.
Here are the last “sayings” to end on a happy note and please accept them as they are. They’ll return the favor…
“Dogs come when they are called; cats take a message and get back to you.”
“If animals could speak the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow, but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much.”
Please, be always good to animals and never allow any harm
to them. Thank you!!
Best regards, M.
Together in natures harmony with all living creatures and at the same time with a huge “thank you” for all having patience to browse through this long litany,
Here I picked a video, I saw recently on the Internet, about Rhodesian Ridgeback, the Lion Hunter: (still, my heart hurts to see it.)