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Junior (100 lb. chesapeake bay retriever) got his second rat today. He even took it out and buried it in the back yard. I mean dug a hole, dropped the rat in, and covered it up. Don't need no stinkin' cat.

Bet he even wagged his tail afterward! One of my best friends has a young Chessie he named "Sharp" (and YES, that kind of sharp... )

SplatterTone wrote:Don't need no stinkin' cat.

I'll definitely agree on that statement, regardless of context.

He's saving that rat for a later day. After it gets nice and ripe, hel'll dig it up and have a very fine roll around in it!

Any animal that smells like a dog, loves me unconditionally, and actually is such an idiot that it actually has to be trained how and where to poop in and pee is too stinky and too stupid to live in or around my house.

My cats keep all squirrels, moles, rats, mice, chipmunks, crickets, roaches, and other pests away from and out out of the house and lawn. Their vet bills are minimal, they live longer than dogs (the cats that I've lost lived to 19-20), they love me because I treat them well, they don't stink (their scent being similar to clean clothes) and they don't leave turds laying around all over the place.

more: Dogs are so dumb that a coyote can come on the the property, "play" with the dog, lure the dog away to other coyotes, kill the dog, and eat the dog. Cats, when they see a coyote, are plenty smart enough to realize an enemy when they see it. If a cat cannot reach a tree before the coyote approaches, a cat will simply remove the coyote's nose or (if the coyote gets a hold of the cat) tear the coyote's belly wide open with hind claws AND remove the coyote's nose at the same time.

flea control/misc: You can buy ONE dose for "large dogs", divide it into six parts, and treat a cat for six months for the cost of treating a dog for one month. Food, vet, and other costs are microscopic for cats compared to dogs.

There are some very smart dogs...but I do not raise sheep.

Seconded.

Mojo workin' wrote:

Any animal that smells like a dog, loves me unconditionally, and actually is such an idiot that it actually has to be trained how and where to poop in and pee is too stinky and too stupid to live in or around my house.

My cats keep all squirrels, moles, rats, mice, chipmunks, crickets, roaches, and other pests away from and out out of the house and lawn. Their vet bills are minimal, they live longer than dogs (the cats that I've lost lived to 19-20), they love me because I treat them well, they don't stink (their scent being similar to clean clothes) and they don't leave turds laying around all over the place.

more: Dogs are so dumb that a coyote can come on the the property, "play" with the dog, lure the dog away to other coyotes, kill the dog, and eat the dog. Cats, when they see a coyote, are plenty smart enough to realize an enemy when they see it. If a cat cannot reach a tree before the coyote approaches, a cat will simply remove the coyote's nose or (if the coyote gets a hold of the cat) tear the coyote's belly wide open with hind claws AND remove the coyote's nose at the same time.

flea control/misc: You can buy ONE dose for "large dogs", divide it into six parts, and treat a cat for six months for the cost of treating a dog for one month. Food, vet, and other costs are microscopic for cats compared to dogs.

There are some very smart dogs...but I do not raise sheep.

Seconded.

I'm with you fellers.

I have to disagree with you guys. I love my puppy...all 210 lbs of him.

Him at 6 weeks

Him at 2 years



....and growing!

Its good to hear about dogs catching rodents and such. My pal Stewie stays in doors and is real good at catching two things; cat-naps and...



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I've loved both but cats are much easier,especially for a busy lifestyle.They are happy with me gone or at home.

I clearly remember the day my black lab Bear came prancing through the living room with a rat's tail sticking out of his mouth. He seemed happy to have caught the mouse. I also remember the time he came in from outside with what can only be described as "some sort of furry creature" trapped in between his jaws. Maybe his hunter tendencies come from his father, (a purebred German Shepherd.) I'm both looking forward to and dreading the day I go home for Thanksgiving Break, as he greets family members in a fairly insane manner.

When a recent cat croaked I asked my wife if we might spend our old age free of parasites but she refused and soon brought home "Charlie", a four year old male. She says cats are "company" . I say, "What am I, chopped liver?"
Charlie is a good boat cat but he isn't that often on boats. He is an incompetent hunter and not all that bright.
Last week the wind blew a dead, half-rotten bird off the roof that bonked Charlie on the head as it fell. He set about dragging it in the house-leaving a smarmy, feather strewn trail- all the while claiming it was a fresh kill. I blocked his path with a shovel and relieved him of his so-called "victim". I guess our local live birds aren't slow enough for Charlie.

bloke wrote:She's cool with it...' really likes looking out the window.

But does she roll it down and stick her head out?



Only a DOG will do that!

The best truck riding dog I've had was Brutus, a brilliantly smart Irish Setter, unusually muscular at about 90 lbs. who could literally throw an adult male Doberman Pinscher on its back in about two seconds (smart *** up the street figured he would show me just how tough his dobie was sending it after Brutus when we were walking). Brutus liked to ride in the bed of the truck and raise his head up so that the wind would catch his loose jowls and spread them out like a sail. This is the dog I've previous told about: an agressive food thief who, when I tried putting the food in a garbage can with handles that flip up to lock down the lid, took about 15 minutes to figure out how to pull the handles down, take off the lid, and help himself to a snack.

Years ago when I threw papers for a living to about 725 daily and about 800 Sunday customers, I drove a Mazda GLC wagon (Great Little Car). After I loaded up the papers, Brutus would crawl into the small space between the papers and the roof, moving about as I grabbed another bundle up to the front to fold and throw while driving with my knees.

There was one housing addition where I had a lot of customers in about a three mile stretch, so I had to drive at a speed where I could let him out to run around the general area of the car. Cats quickly learned to make themselves scarce. As Brutus shadowed the car, you could see him scanning underneath parked cars. If he got a cat, he would knock it on its back, then give it what I assume was a firm but harmless bite with his jaws completely across its chest, then let the unnerved cat go.

One of the better catches was a cat that almost made it up a tree, but Brutus just managed to grab its tail and yank it down. Another memorable catch was a cat that was so rattled it misjudged a jump over a chain link fence, bounced back into the loving arms of Brutus who gave it the good scare then let it go.

When we got to the end of the housing section, I'd open the door, and Brutus took his place back on top of the bundles of papers. He was, without a doubt, one of the great ones. Long-term dog owners know what that means.

It's surprising just how hateful a look a pissed off cat can give. Based on my observations, I'd say the worst thing you can do to a cat is cause it to lose its composure.

I had a calico with an attitude that was her ultimate undoing. When I mistakenly got her some "company" in the form of another cat, she decided that the only way to get rid of it was to do full-bladder dumps on the living room rug. After my making numerous attempts to explain the consequences, she was banished to outside, and eventually confronted the wrong animal and disappeared. I still have a favorite picture of her sitting out by the mailbox surveying the realm.

Oh well... the two I have left are smart enough to know who butters their bread.

MA