Barefooter25 · 46-50, M
He now works for the Postal service? 📫 😻
Cigarguys · 41-45, C
@Barefooter25 lol i guess so
Mamapolo2016 · F
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Mamapolo2016 · F
@calicuz She was, but that’s not her. I doubt most could see the difference. Just being up front.
My favorite Chia stories. Chia was beautiful, affectionate, playful and sweet. She was not the sharpest tool in the shed. We had six acres, but Chia could run but she apparently could not find her way home. So even on our property, she was leashed on walks. One day she became obsessed with one corner of the house, barking and growling ferociously while tugging hard at the leash. I let her go where she wanted to go.
Just as we passed the corner of the house (btw, this was Pennsylvania) , an emu stepped forward.
Well, that was unexpected for both of us and maybe the emu as well. (It would turn out that a nearby farmer who couldn’t keep his ducks in their pen, which created a good deal of carnage, had the bright idea to get six emus, which he also couldn’t keep in their pen).
Chia’s noise stopped abruptly, ending in a strained “Awk!” With the silent addition of “I THOUGHT IT WAS A BIRD!!!!” She dove behind me to hide, but stuck her head out between my legs to keep an eye on whatever the heck it was in our yard. The emu paid us no mind and strutted by.
One winter was cold and heavy with snow and gradually shoveled snow piled up on both sides of the porch steps. Chia didn’t use the steps anymore. She just ran over the packed snow which put her level with the porch floor.
That worked great until the weather warmed and Chia tried to run up the packed snow and plowed into the cement porch with her pretty little head. She actually got knocked out. I took her to the vet, who said she seemed to be fine.
I watched her do that a minimum of five times before she could adjust to a new reality.
My favorite Chia stories. Chia was beautiful, affectionate, playful and sweet. She was not the sharpest tool in the shed. We had six acres, but Chia could run but she apparently could not find her way home. So even on our property, she was leashed on walks. One day she became obsessed with one corner of the house, barking and growling ferociously while tugging hard at the leash. I let her go where she wanted to go.
Just as we passed the corner of the house (btw, this was Pennsylvania) , an emu stepped forward.
Well, that was unexpected for both of us and maybe the emu as well. (It would turn out that a nearby farmer who couldn’t keep his ducks in their pen, which created a good deal of carnage, had the bright idea to get six emus, which he also couldn’t keep in their pen).
Chia’s noise stopped abruptly, ending in a strained “Awk!” With the silent addition of “I THOUGHT IT WAS A BIRD!!!!” She dove behind me to hide, but stuck her head out between my legs to keep an eye on whatever the heck it was in our yard. The emu paid us no mind and strutted by.
One winter was cold and heavy with snow and gradually shoveled snow piled up on both sides of the porch steps. Chia didn’t use the steps anymore. She just ran over the packed snow which put her level with the porch floor.
That worked great until the weather warmed and Chia tried to run up the packed snow and plowed into the cement porch with her pretty little head. She actually got knocked out. I took her to the vet, who said she seemed to be fine.
I watched her do that a minimum of five times before she could adjust to a new reality.
