tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post7897989269984378820..comments2024-03-22T08:15:27.183-04:00Comments on The Glitter Globe: Mis-Snakes, Scales & Puppy-Dog FailsS.R. Karfelthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13883350104178044005noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-47560272710344417772012-11-11T20:52:12.158-05:002012-11-11T20:52:12.158-05:00We had a neurotic parakeet. The thing absolutely w...We had a neurotic parakeet. The thing absolutely would not leave it's cage (unless forced) and it'd pull out feathers till it bled. <br />Previous owners had two teens - I think that might be what the problem was. <br />Call Me Heretichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00083173239961615819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-18239567919533363312012-11-08T22:34:36.905-05:002012-11-08T22:34:36.905-05:00Mel - Fluffy for a white persian? Don't you f...Mel - Fluffy for a white persian? Don't you feel Humper is a more memorable name? I've never owned a Jack Russell, but I'm pretty sure they outgrown the puppy chewing stuff after about 15 years. S.R. Karfelthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13883350104178044005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-77858719964063314392012-11-08T15:24:56.513-05:002012-11-08T15:24:56.513-05:00Fluffy' s humping ritual had long been stricke...Fluffy' s humping ritual had long been stricken from my memory. I did like that cat though. As is my not so passive aggressive nature, Fluffy aided me in driving my father crazy when I would walk out the door to school covered in white Persian cat fur. Little did he know I had a lint brush in my school bag. It was payback for making me clean out his pigeon coop in the back yard. Pigeons are so disgusting!<br /><br />You already know Rocket's weird snake, mole, chipmunk, mouse, squirrel killing tales (and a few birds too). Plus the gluing his mouth shut and getting sprayed by a skunk while inside the house. I think he met his match when he attacked two coyotes at one time and lived to tell about it.<br /><br />Now for Roxie, in the last two weeks she has chewed the zipper on my favorite purse, chewed the lamp cord to pieces and destroyed the cord on the CO detector (which reminds me I have to pick the lamp up from the hardware store). Don't suggest the bitter spray as a deterrent. I've already tried it on the kitchen cabinets (they needed replaced anyway). She thinks it tastes good. She also thinks cat, rabbit and deer poop are delicacies. The puppy chewing phase ends when?Melnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-89336830731302309862012-11-08T14:02:47.690-05:002012-11-08T14:02:47.690-05:00Suzy - Probably I should be ashamed to admit I goo...Suzy - Probably I should be ashamed to admit I googled "Giant African Snail". Have you seen it up close and personal? That is amazingly gross! There's a picture of one almost as long as a woman's foot! Ha! Now where do you get one? Nobody wants me to get their name in the family gift exchange this Christmas. I finally know what they definitely don't have.<br />Private message me your address Suzy, and I'll send you an Epic Slinky Dog. He's not nearly as slimey as a snail, and way cuter.S.R. Karfelthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13883350104178044005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-65213699982920353672012-11-08T04:56:37.828-05:002012-11-08T04:56:37.828-05:00I have a friend who frequently (as in EVERY time I...I have a friend who frequently (as in EVERY time I see him) lovingly tells of amazing times he has had with his giant african snail. He loves to tell anyone who will listen lots of snail trivia, and mostly enthuses about how it can mate with itself :/ haha xxxSuzy Youngnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-79572283345101058162012-11-07T23:28:56.340-05:002012-11-07T23:28:56.340-05:00Yep, Jerry, you did it right! And that story made...Yep, Jerry, you did it right! And that story made me laugh out loud really long. I could see your neighbor saying that! When you first posted on FB, I thought it was a childhood pet. Just makes it better that it wasn't. Private message me an address and I'll send you a Slinky Dog! Don't let the goat eat him, please. ;)S.R. Karfelthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13883350104178044005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-70992395962373218472012-11-07T22:32:03.211-05:002012-11-07T22:32:03.211-05:00I hope I am doing this correctly: here's the b...I hope I am doing this correctly: here's the blog entry about Peter Goat.<br />I have only had one pet since boyhood, my miniature Nubian wether goat, Peter, or Peter Goat as we all called him. He followed me everywhere I walked on the ranch and rode all over the place in my pickup, standing on the seat beside me. Yes, he made a mess of the seat, but it was a work truck and he was my friend, so no matter.<br />Stephanie, yes, Peter Goat made all the seat cover holes bigger. He was a real character. Goats are actually finicky eaters, seat covers and tin can labels notwithstanding. My wife's flowers suffered the most, but I'd best not get into that. <br />I have many fond memories of Peter Goat, but one of the funniest occurred while visiting with a neighbor, pickup to pickup. Peter had a habit of squeezing in behind me and sticking his head out the window, to be part of the conversation so to speak. Anyway, I had been talking to my neighbor for a few minutes when all of a sudden, he said, “Hell, that’s a damn goat. I thought it was a dog.” We laughed about that for years and the recollection still brings a warm feeling to me.J A Hunsingerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04882533045532740001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-42296112281028176492012-11-07T21:59:31.822-05:002012-11-07T21:59:31.822-05:00Kelsey Plain & Simple - Sometimes I think para...Kelsey Plain & Simple - Sometimes I think paranormal neurosis is just Latin for cat. <br />I want to hear more Phoebe stories. A cat blog will pop up sooner or later. I am surprised your friend got away in one piece after shouting BOO at poor Phoebe. Those two seconds while Phoebe stood stock still? She was likely planning how to take your friend down. Probably ran off to go sharpen her nails.S.R. Karfelthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13883350104178044005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-12394547510282412812012-11-07T21:54:26.347-05:002012-11-07T21:54:26.347-05:00Kathleen - "Let Old Black and Snow White be s...Kathleen - "Let Old Black and Snow White be stricken from the records! So it is said, so it is done." That's my play on Charlton Heston's Ten Commandments PC quote. <br />OB sounds marvelous. Wouldn't it freak you out if he showed up again someday? <br />I think you need a Slinky Dog in loving memory of your pet crow. Private Message me your address. (theglitterglobe@gmail.com) <br />Though I may give out more Slinkys for other excellent stories.S.R. Karfelthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13883350104178044005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-22955890381819079792012-11-07T11:08:51.169-05:002012-11-07T11:08:51.169-05:00Kathleen's story is far more interesting than ...Kathleen's story is far more interesting than any I have.<br /><br />Growing up, we had a neurotic cat. She didn't start out that way. In fact, she was loving, caring, cuddly, and adorable.<br />And then we babysat my cousin's dog while they were out of town.<br /><br />Phoebe (the cat) was never the same. We'd had dogs of our own, but as Sadie (the dog) hadn't been around any cats, it was hard to explain to her that chasing Phoebe (and only Phoebe, not Alley our other cat) was the wrong thing to do.<br /><br />After that fateful week, Phoebe was...neurotic. She heard things, hallucinated, jumped at phantom sounds or minimal movements. A ridiculous amount of weight was gained, as she spent most of her time hiding in the room where the food was.<br /><br />To approach Phoebe, you had to move slowly, barely breathing, and always holding eye contact. She'd probably still run.<br /><br />My favorite time was when a friend of mine was sitting in a chair and Phoebe perched on the back of it - something she never did. So what did my friend do when gifted with the chance to pet the cat?<br />She jumped up and yelled "BOO!"<br /><br />Phoebe was so startled, she held still for a full two seconds, eyes wide and - get this - mouth open in shock before making her run for it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10323759531297056433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-2632271743088869692012-11-07T08:01:47.739-05:002012-11-07T08:01:47.739-05:00Oh yeah - here's my blog
!http://rabidreader-...Oh yeah - here's my blog<br /><br />!http://rabidreader-kathleen.blogspot.com/Kathleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07796534087090084109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4891315061138069736.post-46353273433821542012-11-07T08:00:14.241-05:002012-11-07T08:00:14.241-05:00I had a pet crow when I was a kid. His name was O...I had a pet crow when I was a kid. His name was OB (short for Old Black - a bit racist sounding, looking back on it.) <br />He roosted on our back porch, and would fly all over the neighborhood, pecking small children on the head and plucking the blooms off Mrs. Hayes' prize irises.<br />He chuckled, said AHHHH sympathetically, and said hello.<br />He attacked our German Shepherd in order to eat her dog food. He also would sneak under mesh lawn chairs and peck my grandfather behind - just for fun.<br />When I would ride my bike, he would perch on my head and enjoy the trip.<br />One day he found a mate and flew away. About a year later I saw a crow high up in a tree by my house. He looked down and said "hello" and then flew off. That was the last time I ever saw him.Kathleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07796534087090084109noreply@blogger.com