Showing posts with label adoption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adoption. Show all posts

Monday, October 29, 2007

Anydog Wanna Kitty?

Ok, so we don't usually have cats involved with Dogs' Aye View, right?

Well, dogmom was pretty convincing, so we decided that today we would show you some kitties that need a home. See, dogmom's not a "cat person" usually... she's definitely what humans call a "dog person." Anyways, she likes these cats that are currently living at Pet Crossing Animal Hospital and Dental Clinic in Bloomington. That's where Dr. Kate (who fixes our teeth) and Dr. Hollee (who I saw for my yeastie-toes) and, well, where dogmom works sometimes.

Anypaws, these kitties live at the hospital. Not because they're sick, but because they don't have a forever home yet. So, if you're inclined to want or need a kittycat or if you know somebody that is, would you please show them our blog? Or, better yet, have them call Pet Crossing at 952-884-8248 and set up an appointment to meet one of these kitties and maybe take them home?

Here goes:

Princess – White w/brown tabby tail & markings (Age 7)
I’m Princess and yes, the name fits me. I’m a girly-girl; I know I’m beautiful and can be content to lay down and let you admire me. You won’t believe I’m seven years old when you see me – I’m healthy and happy, except that I’d rather be at home than living here at the hospital. I love to eat, so as my human you will need to help me to maintain my girlish figure by not over-indulging me with treats. I’m very much a cat person, but like some dogs, too. I’d love to meet your fur-family. Wouldn’t you like to meet me?

Bengal – Grey Maine Coon (Age 7)
Some people tell me I’m a seven-year-old Maine Coon with attitude. I like to be brushed, petted and have my ears scratched – but on my own terms, when I want, not necessarily when you do. I really don’t care for the hustle-and-bustle here at the hospital; I’d much rather be lounging around in a quiet home. I don’t mind some other cats – and the dogs that leave me alone are ok. If you’re looking for a quiet, low-maintenance, sort of guy, then I’m the cat for you.



Micky – Orange Tabby DMH (Age 7)
Yo! – I’m Micky! I’m a super- friendly, super- handsome dude who will be your own personal cuddle-bug and foot wrap on cold Minnesota winter nights. I sometimes hiss at other male cats here at the hospital, but that’s just because they are annoying sometimes. I prefer the company of humans. While my kitty condo here at the hospital is pretty swanky, I’d much prefer to choose a spot at your house. Ask to meet me and I’ll convince you to take me home. Go ahead, I dare you!


Heidi – Black & White DSH (Age 6)
I’ve had kind of a rough time of it in my short life, which makes me kind of shy at first. Show me you’re gentle and caring and I’ll show you my purr-fect side. I like other cats. I’m a little hesitant around dogs right now, but that’s just because one bit me recently and I needed some surgery and stitches. My meow is definitely worse than my bite, as I haven’t got any teeth. Won’t you take me home?

Don't forget - call Pet Crossing at 952-884-8248 and tell 'em Gomer & Opie sent ya to check out the kitties!

Wuf Ya!

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

It's Opie's Adoption Anniversary!

Can you believe it? Dogmom and I are having a really hard time believing that Opie came to live with us SIX YEARS ago today! I mean, well, I'm even older and I was here first ... but can you believe that he's been here that long? Basically, that's almost his whole life!

Do you remember the story about how Opie came to live with us? He told it on the second day that Dogs' Aye View was live on the Internet. I mean, we were telling stories a long time before that... but not recording them all. (You can find the story here: http://dogsayeview.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-dopey-opie.html)

Anyways, six years ago today, the dopey Opie came to live with us. Dogmom says that that Marley and Me book is pretty much a story about her life with Opie. Obedience training was a total bomb with him. The only reason he doesn't jump our fence any more is because we don't have one. He still only sits, stays, comes and lays down when he feels like it.... sometimes as much as five minutes after dogmom tells him to and stands there and stares at him.

And he's definitely the class clown sometimes. He gets those funny looks on his face... and does silly things...
But he plays tag with me... and taught me how to howl a proper tune...
and, well... he just generally makes me happy!

Dogmom says we can keep him!
Wuf Ya!