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Let's see your pet!
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Wannafish
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Av8r3400 said:"Cause they can!
That was the exact response I was going to use...til I read yours!
It is their Defense Mechanism. Gonzo is the only one I have that spits - at people anyway. I don't know about other Llamas, but he can hit you right in the face from 20'. You'd think you could dodge it but it comes out in a pattern like shotgun pellets. He doesn't mind me being around him (unless I am trying to put him in the barn when he is not ready to go in
), but he gets my wife at least once a week. He thinks he is the big dog...and judging by his size and the speed of his kick, I'd have to agree with him (but don't tell him I said so).
Dargo
Like a bad penny...
I've never been spit at by an animal and I think I'll not try. However, maybe you can tell me about goats. Sorry for those who have heard this story before, but my neighbor raises goats among other animals. He has several of his goats that manage to get out on a regular basis, so it's not uncommon to have goats roaming around when I'm there. Anyway, I'm there talking to him one day early last summer when this nasty (since you have goats, you know how nasty I mean) Billy goat bites me in the ass. I mean, he bites me a good one! Needless to say, I jump and let out a holler. I then turn around and yell at the foul little horned creature to **** off, and he charges me trying to gore me! At that point I'd had enough. I got the little bastard in a head lock and took him down. He is bucking and trying to gore me and kick me. I'm trying to choke the like out of the little shit while delivering some nice knee blows to his side as we flip through the grass. My neighbor is laughing so hard that he can't get his breath to call the creature. By the time he can yell, the damn goat is so fired up (as am I) that it won't pay a lick of attention to him. He can't grab the goat because it is kicking like hell, and I'm not about to let loose or the damn thing will plant one of those damn horns in me! Finally the goat passed out and I let it go. My neighbor thought I'd killed it, but it came around in a minute or so.
Anyway, do you have any mean goats? My neighbor tells me that Old Bill is only mean at certain times. Either way, "Old Bill" runs like someone set his ass on fire everytime he sees me now; which suits both of us fine. What's up with some goats being mean? I thought they just wondered around and ate everything in sight. Steve thinks "Old Bill" tried to bite the tag off of my pants and then I scared him by jumping and yelling at him. As a goat owner, what's your thoughts?
Wannafish
Floppy Member
johnday said:Rick, nice Border Collie!! Doesn't he keep things in check with those mean old goats? Not Dargo, but the fourlegged ones.
Knowing his lineage, I am immensly pleased the way he herds the critters when we are trying to get them into the barn. Thought I was going to have to shoot him last week though. I feed the deer about 300 yards out in the field in the winter. A little corn and hay. Willie saw them and took off after them. Luckily (for him) he chased them out of the field and into the woods...stood there and barked at them for a minute, then came back proud as a peacock. "Did ya see what I did? huh? huh? Did ya?" I've been keeping an eye on him when I let him loose. Now he lays out in the yard and if the deer come out while he's there he gives them a couple of "woofs" and lays back down.
I found his mother out in a field caught in a rabbit snare. Took her around to all houses in the area but no one knew whose it was. I brought her home and put an ad in the paper. 2 days later she gave birth to 13 puppies. No two were alike - I'm convinced they all had different fathers. Some big, some small, some fluffy, some not. One looked like a beagle, another a Rotweiler. After we got those weaned and given away (all but Willie) I caught her tunning deer behind my house and got after her. Next day she came home with a deer leg bone. Next day she wouldn't come when called (always had before, and no - I don't beat my critters). I hated to, but I had to put her down when I got a call from the neighbors about her chasing deer.
Wannafish
Floppy Member
Junkman said:Ole Billy thinks that you were gay and you're going to rape him!!!!!
Sounds to me like the goat wanted to rape Dargo!
Seen a video of a donkey going after some guy that stopped to take a dump out in the field...still makes me arse pucker just thinking about it.
Wannafish
Floppy Member
Dargo said:Very well understood!
I had my little buddy, Bruno, out "helping" me in the barn today. Here is a phone pic of my puppy German Shepherd Dog at 5 months old. Yup, he's my buddy.
Bruno is beautiful! German Shepards are such loyal dogs. May he provide you with many years of companionship.
Brandy (above) is my baby. She is gun-shy, which I think is why she was at the pound. She is such a lover. When I moved into my new (to me) house I had a blue tick - Buster - who was my baby. Wasn't use to the road being so close to the house and one morning when I let him out he took off after a bunny and zoom, across the road he went. A neighbor (and good friend) who knew how much Buster meant to me called me at work and said Buster got hit. He took care of him for me...a real good friend.
After a couple of days without my friend meeting me at the door I went to the pound and found Brandy. That night I was sitting in the living room wondering if I should have replaced him so quick and Brandy walked over to me, put her front paws on my belly and hit me in the chest with her head...too weird, that is what Buster did everytime I came home from work. It is the only time she did it. I think it was Buster tellimg me he approved of his replacement.
I had a full blooded German Shephard for many years. Was given to me by a neighbors relative from Detroit because she was considered mean. Seems that the kids would throw sticks and stones at on their way to and from school...No wonder she was mean! Unfortunately, the kids were black and the dog absolutely did not like black people. She was riding in the back of my truck one day and I found out how much "dislike" she had as she dove out of my truck at 40 mph to get to the person walking down the sidewalk. All bark, no bite...unless she perceived one of my boys was in danger.
I will have another, if I live long enough.
OhioTC18
Gone But Not Forgotten
With all of the concern over Dargo being missing, it doesn't quite seem fair to post a happy picture, but thought you'd like to see another shot of Buddy. He never had good sense, at least not enough to come in out the snow.
He's always loved to be outside, even in the summer heat. I have no idea how he takes it with all that fur. But anyway, this was today.
He's always loved to be outside, even in the summer heat. I have no idea how he takes it with all that fur. But anyway, this was today.
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This was Freddie. People doubted he could talk, so I secretly taught him a couple of new words. When we were on vacation, his sitter was on the floor, doing some kind of exercise which had her leaning from one side to the other. Freddie was on the floor running back and forth as she leaned. After a few trips he stopped, looked at her and said "bullshit." She panicked, thinking he might have picked it up from her. When we got home, she apologized profusely, until my wife told her where he got it.
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I might be banished to the doghouse for posting this one. According to my wife, this is a picture of the three most important things in my life. She says she is afraid to ask me how they are ranked. The one on the seat is Auzzie, an Australian shepherd and Queensland heeler mix. His intelligence amazes me. He can learn a new trick in a few minutes. He is as friendly as any dog I have seen. Due to my wife's allergies, he is no longer a house dog, but he doesn't seem to mind. He sleeps out in the open when the temps are in the teens. Won't go into his doghouse. That is probably good if that is where I'm headed.
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Jim_S
Gone But Not Forgotten
Here's our crew. They have their own sofa. Don't tell Dargo. He has to sit on a hard wood bench.
From left to right, Maggie, Cara, Kristi, Abbie, and Cocoa. Maggie has her own boat, Cara has all her agility titles, Kristi is a show champion and has her novice agility titles and Abbie and Cocoa are rescues.
Jim
From left to right, Maggie, Cara, Kristi, Abbie, and Cocoa. Maggie has her own boat, Cara has all her agility titles, Kristi is a show champion and has her novice agility titles and Abbie and Cocoa are rescues.
Jim
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Doc said:Hey BD what naughty words have you taught them?
Even with my superior talent in naughty words it takes obsessive repetition to train macaws words and phrases. My wife would have none of it, so they lack the skill. Macaws vocabularies are very limited, typically less than 30 word/phrases. You have to be much more careful around African Greys and Amazons, it don't take much and they always seem to excel in the bad words.
I always wonder if they correspond the words to action. Harley walked up to me while working under a car once and ask "What ya doin", all I could do was laugh. It's very inconsistant but you just gotta wonder? If the phone rings, first thing you hear is Sid and Harley say "Hello". If they're outside and someone pulls in the drive they yell and as soon as they see the person get out, they say "Hello". Many times delivery men have stopped dead in their tracks upon hearing them and start looking around (typically we put them in trees around the house and they can't be seen), it's so funny to watch the guy twirlling in circles trying to figure out who's talking to him and there ain't no dirty words.......
Junkman
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BigDog..... you sure have to be a bird lover to have two macaws. I had a Hyacinth, Scarlet, and a Blue & Gold and sold them all after getting tired of the screeching. The Hyacinth lasted about a year, as well as the Blue & Gold. The Scarlet was about 40 Years old when I sold her after having her for 30 years. She was most of the reason that the others didn't last. She didn't like people when there was another bird around, and was difficult to handle. When kept alone, she was easy to handle. Even then, she would start screeching in the early afternoon for some unknown reason.
Junkman said:
Macaws "call the flock" at dusk! Everyday just before dark they go on a 5-10 minute rampage. Ours tend to get loud if they think they're being ignored. They have their own room and we have a perch on the office balcony. Birds like to be high and if they are up there and we are down stairs, they can see us and get the dominating affect. Makes for a quiet bird BUT as soon as they can't see you.............BAM, it can get out of hand.
BTW.........Junk, can you get Vitaseed? How much?