We can’t remember if we ever introduced you to Mom’s pool dog, Ruffus? Ru lives in the pool and doesn’t eat much or need walks. He just likes to float. Mom is closing the pool today for the winter, so Ruffus is going to be a flat dog for a while and live in a crate in the garage. Boy, I am glad that I am not a pool dog. I hate my crate. – Sofie Bear
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Noel has this thing for shucking on paper. When you go to take a tissue from the box, or a napkin from the table, you may find the edges twirled with spit, or chewed off all together. At holiday time, we have to hide the wrapping paper.
Peanut says that if Noel were a person, she would have the disorder called: Pica. That is the persistent eating of substances such as dirt or paint that have no nutritional value. Actually, that may describe most of my animals, but Noel is really into paper.
As difficult as her separation anxiety, obsessive compulsive behavior, night terrors, and constant allergies are for me, she is a funny, happy, silly girl. Every animal is a gift and a lesson. She has taught me such patience and rewarded me with unconditional devotion.
Have a wonderful Wednesday!
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I know you don’t see many pictures of Stella on the blog any more because she is not in the general population, but Stella is still very much part of the Zoo. She lives in her own private suite and is much happier since we figured out what she needed. She does like when Sofie and Louise come to visit for a few minutes, but not the other cats.
To better understand Stella, check out Garbo in Grand Hotel (1932) – she “JUST WANTS TO BE ALONE!”
Happy Birthday, Miss Stella Bear. You are something special.
Mom came back from the beach and brought thunder and lightning. We don’t like that at all. Please save us! We are trying to hide in the corner with Mom.
Louise went into her kennel where she feels the safest. But I need Mom to sleep with me on the floor. Mom brought her pillow and blankie down to my bed.
Where are you going to sleep, Mom? I like your pillow much better than mine.
What mischief did you get into today?
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