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Any bunny rabbit pet owners out there? sm

Posted By: Bunny Mom on 2007-01-22
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Our bunny has a malocclused jaw and therefore she has a front tooth that continues to grow, having to be trimmed about once a month.  The vet says there's really nothing we can do to prevent this other than continue to encourage the rabbit to eat foods that would have her using her front tooth.  Have you encountered this and if so, did you find something that helped slow down the growth?   Thank you!


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Pet rabbit?

My children want to get a rabbit for a pet.  Just wondering if anyone has experience with rabbits kept indoors.  Any suggestions?  comments?  stories to share?  Thanks in advance!!!



Pet indoor rabbit
A newscaster had a pet rabbit and talked on TV about how nice it was and caused us to want one.  Since then we bave had 2.  Neither of them used the litter box all the time but both used it some of the time.  They both chewed on everything.  The first one had cancer and died, probably from all the foreign material he had eaten.  The second one chewed on everything so much we took him to the nursing home where our sister-in-law was.  The nursing home had a courtyard where they already had one rabbit and they were willing to take him.  We would love to have another one, but we are afraid to try it again.  We loved both of them.  They have more personality than I would have every dreamed rabbits had.  Ours watched TV, jumped high into the air when they were happy.  I always felt sorry for them because they would tremble with fear when they had to go to the vet.  They would thump when they didn't like something.   Both of them loved rabbit's foot ferns.  They would stand on their hind legs and eat all the fern as far as they could reach.  Another bad thing about having rabbits is that they do not live very long and you get attached to them and then they die.  Another thing once they are out of the cage it is torture for them to have to go back. 
velveteen rabbit

THE
Velveteen Rabbit


OR
HOW TOYS BECOME REAL


by Margery Williams
Illustrations by William Nicholson


DOUBLEDAY & COMPANY, INC.
Garden City                   New York





To Francesco Bianco
from
The Velveteen Rabbit





List of Illustrations


Christmas Morning
The Skin Horse Tells His Story
Spring Time
Summer Days
Anxious Times
The Fairy Flower
At Last! At Last!





HERE was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid. He was fat and bunchy, as a rabbit should be; his coat was spotted brown and white, he had real thread whiskers, and his ears were lined with pink sateen. On Christmas morning, when he sat wedged in the top of the Boy's stocking, with a sprig of holly between his paws, the effect was charming.


There were other things in the stocking, nuts and oranges and a toy engine, and chocolate almonds and a clockwork mouse, but the Rabbit was quite the best of all. For at least two hours the Boy loved him, and then Aunts and Uncles came to dinner, and there was a great rustling of tissue paper and unwrapping of parcels, and in the excitement of looking at all the new presents the Velveteen Rabbit was forgotten.



Christmas Morning


For a long time he lived in the toy cupboard or on the nursery floor, and no one thought very much about him. He was naturally shy, and being only made of velveteen, some of the more expensive toys quite snubbed him. The mechanical toys were very superior, and looked down upon every one else; they were full of modern ideas, and pretended they were real. The model boat, who had lived through two seasons and lost most of his paint, caught the tone from them and never missed an opportunity of referring to his rigging in technical terms. The Rabbit could not claim to be a model of anything, for he didn't know that real rabbits existed; he thought they were all stuffed with sawdust like himself, and he understood that sawdust was quite out-of-date and should never be mentioned in modern circles. Even Timothy, the jointed wooden lion, who was made by the disabled soldiers, and should have had broader views, put on airs and pretended he was connected with Government. Between them all the poor little Rabbit was made to feel himself very insignificant and commonplace, and the only person who was kind to him at all was the Skin Horse.


The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.


"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"


"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."


"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.


"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."


"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"


"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."


"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.



The Skin Horse Tells His Story


"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."


The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him. He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he could become it without these uncomfortable things happening to him.


There was a person called Nana who ruled the nursery. Sometimes she took no notice of the playthings lying about, and sometimes, for no reason whatever, she went swooping about like a great wind and hustled them away in cupboards. She called this "tidying up," and the playthings all hated it, especially the tin ones. The Rabbit didn't mind it so much, for wherever he was thrown he came down soft.


One evening, when the Boy was going to bed, he couldn't find the china dog that always slept with him. Nana was in a hurry, and it was too much trouble to hunt for china dogs at bedtime, so she simply looked about her, and seeing that the toy cupboard door stood open, she made a swoop.


"Here," she said, "take your old Bunny! He'll do to sleep with you!" And she dragged the Rabbit out by one ear, and put him into the Boy's arms.


That night, and for many nights after, the Velveteen Rabbit slept in the Boy's bed. At first he found it rather uncomfortable, for the Boy hugged him very tight, and sometimes he rolled over on him, and sometimes he pushed him so far under the pillow that the Rabbit could scarcely breathe. And he missed, too, those long moonlight hours in the nursery, when all the house was silent, and his talks with the Skin Horse. But very soon he grew to like it, for the Boy used to talk to him, and made nice tunnels for him under the bedclothes that he said were like the burrows the real rabbits lived in. And they had splendid games together, in whispers, when Nana had gone away to her supper and left the night-light burning on the mantelpiece. And when the Boy dropped off to sleep, the Rabbit would snuggle down close under his little warm chin and dream, with the Boy's hands clasped close round him all night long.


And so time went on, and the little Rabbit was very happy–so happy that he never noticed how his beautiful velveteen fur was getting shabbier and shabbier, and his tail becoming unsewn, and all the pink rubbed off his nose where the Boy had kissed him.


Spring came, and they had long days in the garden, for wherever the Boy went the Rabbit went too. He had rides in the wheelbarrow, and picnics on the grass, and lovely fairy huts built for him under the raspberry canes behind the flower border. And once, when the Boy was called away suddenly to go out to tea, the Rabbit was left out on the lawn until long after dusk, and Nana had to come and look for him with the candle because the Boy couldn't go to sleep unless he was there. He was wet through with the dew and quite earthy from diving into the burrows the Boy had made for him in the flower bed, and Nana grumbled as she rubbed him off with a corner of her apron.



Spring Time


"You must have your old Bunny!" she said. "Fancy all that fuss for a toy!"


The Boy sat up in bed and stretched out his hands.


"Give me my Bunny!" he said. "You mustn't say that. He isn't a toy. He's REAL!"


When the little Rabbit heard that he was happy, for he knew that what the Skin Horse had said was true at last. The nursery magic had happened to him, and he was a toy no longer. He was Real. The Boy himself had said it.


That night he was almost too happy to sleep, and so much love stirred in his little sawdust heart that it almost burst. And into his boot-button eyes, that had long ago lost their polish, there came a look of wisdom and beauty, so that even Nana noticed it next morning when she picked him up, and said, "I declare if that old Bunny hasn't got quite a knowing expression!"


 


That was a wonderful Summer!


Near the house where they lived there was a wood, and in the long June evenings the Boy liked to go there after tea to play. He took the Velveteen Rabbit with him, and before he wandered off to pick flowers, or play at brigands among the trees, he always made the Rabbit a little nest somewhere among the bracken, where he would be quite cosy, for he was a kind-hearted little boy and he liked Bunny to be comfortable. One evening, while the Rabbit was lying there alone, watching the ants that ran to and fro between his velvet paws in the grass, he saw two strange beings creep out of the tall bracken near him.


They were rabbits like himself, but quite furry and brand-new. They must have been very well made, for their seams didn't show at all, and they changed shape in a queer way when they moved; one minute they were long and thin and the next minute fat and bunchy, instead of always staying the same like he did. Their feet padded softly on the ground, and they crept quite close to him, twitching their noses, while the Rabbit stared hard to see which side the clockwork stuck out, for he knew that people who jump generally have something to wind them up. But he couldn't see it. They were evidently a new kind of rabbit altogether.



Summer Days


They stared at him, and the little Rabbit stared back. And all the time their noses twitched.


"Why don't you get up and play with us?" one of them asked.


"I don't feel like it," said the Rabbit, for he didn't want to explain that he had no clockwork.


"Ho!" said the furry rabbit. "It's as easy as anything," And he gave a big hop sideways and stood on his hind legs.


"I don't believe you can!" he said.


"I can!" said the little Rabbit. "I can jump higher than anything!" He meant when the Boy threw him, but of course he didn't want to say so.


"Can you hop on your hind legs?" asked the furry rabbit.


That was a dreadful question, for the Velveteen Rabbit had no hind legs at all! The back of him was made all in one piece, like a pincushion. He sat still in the bracken, and hoped that the other rabbits wouldn't notice.


"I don't want to!" he said again.


But the wild rabbits have very sharp eyes. And this one stretched out his neck and looked.


"He hasn't got any hind legs!" he called out. "Fancy a rabbit without any hind legs!" And he began to laugh.


"I have!" cried the little Rabbit. "I have got hind legs! I am sitting on them!"


"Then stretch them out and show me, like this!" said the wild rabbit. And he began to whirl round and dance, till the little Rabbit got quite dizzy.


"I don't like dancing," he said. "I'd rather sit still!"


But all the while he was longing to dance, for a funny new tickly feeling ran through him, and he felt he would give anything in the world to be able to jump about like these rabbits did.


The strange rabbit stopped dancing, and came quite close. He came so close this time that his long whiskers brushed the Velveteen Rabbit's ear, and then he wrinkled his nose suddenly and flattened his ears and jumped backwards.


"He doesn't smell right!" he exclaimed. "He isn't a rabbit at all! He isn't real!"


"I am Real!" said the little Rabbit. "I am Real! The Boy said so!" And he nearly began to cry.


Just then there was a sound of footsteps, and the Boy ran past near them, and with a stamp of feet and a flash of white tails the two strange rabbits disappeared.


"Come back and play with me!" called the little Rabbit. "Oh, do come back! I know I am Real!"


But there was no answer, only the little ants ran to and fro, and the bracken swayed gently where the two strangers had passed. The Velveteen Rabbit was all alone.


"Oh, dear!" he thought. "Why did they run away like that? Why couldn't they stop and talk to me?"


For a long time he lay very still, watching the bracken, and hoping that they would come back. But they never returned, and presently the sun sank lower and the little white moths fluttered out, and the Boy came and carried him home.


 


Weeks passed, and the little Rabbit grew very old and shabby, but the Boy loved him just as much. He loved him so hard that he loved all his whiskers off, and the pink lining to his ears turned grey, and his brown spots faded. He even began to lose his shape, and he scarcely looked like a rabbit any more, except to the Boy. To him he was always beautiful, and that was all that the little Rabbit cared about. He didn't mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn't matter.


And then, one day, the Boy was ill.


His face grew very flushed, and he talked in his sleep, and his little body was so hot that it burned the Rabbit when he held him close. Strange people came and went in the nursery, and a light burned all night and through it all the little Velveteen Rabbit lay there, hidden from sight under the bedclothes, and he never stirred, for he was afraid that if they found him some one might take him away, and he knew that the Boy needed him.


It was a long weary time, for the Boy was too ill to play, and the little Rabbit found it rather dull with nothing to do all day long. But he snuggled down patiently, and looked forward to the time when the Boy should be well again, and they would go out in the garden amongst the flowers and the butterflies and play splendid games in the raspberry thicket like they used to. All sorts of delightful things he planned, and while the Boy lay half asleep he crept up close to the pillow and whispered them in his ear. And presently the fever turned, and the Boy got better. He was able to sit up in bed and look at picture-books, while the little Rabbit cuddled close at his side. And one day, they let him get up and dress.


It was a bright, sunny morning, and the windows stood wide open. They had carried the Boy out on to the balcony, wrapped in a shawl, and the little Rabbit lay tangled up among the bedclothes, thinking.


The Boy was going to the seaside to-morrow. Everything was arranged, and now it only remained to carry out the doctor's orders. They talked about it all, while the little Rabbit lay under the bedclothes, with just his head peeping out, and listened. The room was to be disinfected, and all the books and toys that the Boy had played with in bed must be burnt.


"Hurrah!" thought the little Rabbit. "To-morrow we shall go to the seaside!" For the boy had often talked of the seaside, and he wanted very much to see the big waves coming in, and the tiny crabs, and the sand castles.


Just then Nana caught sight of him.


"How about his old Bunny?" she asked.


"That?" said the doctor. "Why, it's a mass of scarlet fever germs!–Burn it at once. What? Nonsense! Get him a new one. He mustn't have that any more!"



Anxious Times


And so the little Rabbit was put into a sack with the old picture-books and a lot of rubbish, and carried out to the end of the garden behind the fowl-house. That was a fine place to make a bonfire, only the gardener was too busy just then to attend to it. He had the potatoes to dig and the green peas to gather, but next morning he promised to come quite early and burn the whole lot.


That night the Boy slept in a different bedroom, and he had a new bunny to sleep with him. It was a splendid bunny, all white plush with real glass eyes, but the Boy was too excited to care very much about it. For to-morrow he was going to the seaside, and that in itself was such a wonderful thing that he could think of nothing else.


And while the Boy was asleep, dreaming of the seaside, the little Rabbit lay among the old picture-books in the corner behind the fowl-house, and he felt very lonely. The sack had been left untied, and so by wriggling a bit he was able to get his head through the opening and look out. He was shivering a little, for he had always been used to sleeping in a proper bed, and by this time his coat had worn so thin and threadbare from hugging that it was no longer any protection to him. Near by he could see the thicket of raspberry canes, growing tall and close like a tropical jungle, in whose shadow he had played with the Boy on bygone mornings. He thought of those long sunlit hours in the garden–how happy they were–and a great sadness came over him. He seemed to see them all pass before him, each more beautiful than the other, the fairy huts in the flower-bed, the quiet evenings in the wood when he lay in the bracken and the little ants ran over his paws; the wonderful day when he first knew that he was Real. He thought of the Skin Horse, so wise and gentle, and all that he had told him. Of what use was it to be loved and lose one's beauty and become Real if it all ended like this? And a tear, a real tear, trickled down his little shabby velvet nose and fell to the ground.


And then a strange thing happened. For where the tear had fallen a flower grew out of the ground, a mysterious flower, not at all like any that grew in the garden. It had slender green leaves the colour of emeralds, and in the centre of the leaves a blossom like a golden cup. It was so beautiful that the little Rabbit forgot to cry, and just lay there watching it. And presently the blossom opened, and out of it there stepped a fairy.


She was quite the loveliest fairy in the whole world. Her dress was of pearl and dew-drops, and there were flowers round her neck and in her hair, and her face was like the most perfect flower of all. And she came close to the little Rabbit and gathered him up in her arms and kissed him on his velveteen nose that was all damp from crying.


"Little Rabbit," she said, "don't you know who I am?"


The Rabbit looked up at her, and it seemed to him that he had seen her face before, but he couldn't think where.


"I am the nursery magic Fairy," she said. "I take care of all the playthings that the children have loved. When they are old and worn out and the children don't need them any more, then I come and take them away with me and turn them into Real."


"Wasn't I Real before?" asked the little Rabbit.


"You were Real to the Boy," the Fairy said, "because he loved you. Now you shall be Real to every one."



The Fairy Flower


And she held the little Rabbit close in her arms and flew with him into the wood.


It was light now, for the moon had risen. All the forest was beautiful, and the fronds of the bracken shone like frosted silver. In the open glade between the tree-trunks the wild rabbits danced with their shadows on the velvet grass, but when they saw the Fairy they all stopped dancing and stood round in a ring to stare at her.


"I've brought you a new playfellow," the Fairy said. "You must be very kind to him and teach him all he needs to know in Rabbit-land, for he is going to live with you for ever and ever!"


And she kissed the little Rabbit again and put him down on the grass.


"Run and play, little Rabbit!" she said.


But the little Rabbit sat quite still for a moment and never moved. For when he saw all the wild rabbits dancing around him he suddenly remembered about his hind legs, and he didn't want them to see that he was made all in one piece. He did not know that when the Fairy kissed him that last time she had changed him altogether. And he might have sat there a long time, too shy to move, if just then something hadn't tickled his nose, and before he thought what he was doing he lifted his hind toe to scratch it.


And he found that he actually had hind legs! Instead of dingy velveteen he had brown fur, soft and shiny, his ears twitched by themselves, and his whiskers were so long that they brushed the grass. He gave one leap and the joy of using those hind legs was so great that he went springing about the turf on them, jumping sideways and whirling round as the others did, and he grew so excited that when at last he did stop to look for the Fairy she had gone.


He was a Real Rabbit at last, at home with the other rabbits.


 



At Last! At Last!


Autumn passed and Winter, and in the Spring, when the days grew warm and sunny, the Boy went out to play in the wood behind the house. And while he was playing, two rabbits crept out from the bracken and peeped at him. One of them was brown all over, but the other had strange markings under his fur, as though long ago he had been spotted, and the spots still showed through. And about his little soft nose and his round black eyes there was something familiar, so that the Boy thought to himself:


"Why, he looks just like my old Bunny that was lost when I had scarlet fever!"


But he never knew that it really was his own Bunny, come back to look at the child who had first helped him to be Real.


Editor:


This book has been put on-line as part of the BUILD-A-BOOK Initiative at the
Celebration of Women Writers.
Initial text entry and proof-reading of this book were the work of
John Mark Ockerbloom and Mary Mark Ockerbloom.


Illustrations may vary somewhat in size, color, and placement from the original.


Editor:


We've had a rabbit for almost a year now....sm
she's a great pet to have. She's the sweetest thing - loves to nuzzle between my neck and chest and watch TV sitting there with me. We let her out of her cage a couple of times a day to run around in addition to making sure she has lots of food, water, timothy hay and chew toys around.
We were considering a rabbit in March but decided to go with guinea pigs instead (sm)

My daughter is 5 and really wanted a cat, but we just aren't "cat people."  We have a big dog, and she loves him but wanted something cuddlier.  We wanted something that she could help care for and play with.  We get the "pigs" out of their cage every day (we have a an indoor fence/play yard that we put on a towel to catch the pee and poop) and let them run around.  They have turned out to be a lot more fun than I thought they would.  They really don't smell as long as you change the bedding in the cage every three to four days (might go longer if you only had one).  From the things I've read and our experience, they are really gentle and tolerant (no one has gotten even an accidental bite since we got them in March, and we handle them ALL the time). 


The negatives are that they are quite messy ( lots more vaccuming in the room where the cage is - again might not be as bad with only one - most of the bedding goes flying when they get to chasing each other around), and they can be noisy (especially at night when you're wanting to sleep). 


They are terribly cute, and we love them but, like any animal, they are a lot of work.  I don't regret it at all, but I can see where it wouldn't be for everyone.   


I forgot: ecargots, rabbit-, deer- shark-meat.s are no,no for me, too..nm
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Bunny
Please check out the below link, please help a homeless bunny if you can, find out lots of information from these sites also on care and requirements of having a happy bunny. There are many bunny rescues in many states, just Google bunny rescue in your state. Hope this helps. All for the animals.

http://www.rirabbits.org/
Bunny
I had an indoor rabbit up until a year ago. He lived to be 10 which is pretty unusual from what I hear. I had a good size cage for him, long enough so he had lots of room to run back and forth, plus I let him out to roam the room ever day. Easy to feed..I fed him a good rabbit food of pellets and seeds and timothy hay, which is important for their digestive tract. Once in a while I would give him a small ear of uncooked corn which was one of his favorite treats. I sure miss Bun-Buns.
ENERGIZER BUNNY
I hate the Energizer Bunny so much that I will only buy the "other brand." I mute the TV every time it comes on and close my eyes. I do admit that I am sick of the "Smokin' hot body" too and if it continues any longer it may surpass the Energizer Bunny for me. That woman is so tacky and pathetic, showing us that her main focus in life is to "fulfill" her husband's every whim and desire and look just "so." For me it would be a reason NOT to buy NutriSystem stuff. Now, if NutriSystem just said it could help you lose weight, was not a permanent fix, was relatively healthy and affordable and that slimmer was better up to a point, and that it wasn't gourmet, but edible it would be honest. Normal people would buy it if the needed it and would appreciate the honest approach. Like that old movie, a comedy about advertising with Dudley Moore where he said in his commercial, "Volvo, it is boxy, but it runs good." More honesty, less BS is what I say. I think I'll buy one of those TIVO things so I can avoid ALL commercials. Less is more.
Bugs Bunny

Old timey Bugs Bunny or any of the Looney Tunes.  


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PurO5PPKuV8


Bugs Bunny without a doubt . . . nm
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Ohh - PRETTY!!!! Don't think the Easter bunny
will put one of those in my basket this year though! :(
HAPPY EASTER-BUNNY!!
  Much hope, happiness, and jelly beans!  Makes my world!
You silly bunny, oh course you can't make fish
its already made. Ha, ha!! I just had to do that after all these threads that have gone on and on and on. We will next be handing out boxing gloves.
Coulda been that bunny I saw in my yard yesterday
and then again could be the deer I see in my yard sometimes.
Webkinz Sherbet bunny. UPS just delivered!
This MT is silly looking, a middle aged woman, doing a crazy dance, because the SHERBET BUNNY I got my son just arrived from UPS today and I did not pay an arm and a leg! Now I want one! LOL. Just had to share a silly little scenario with you all.  This is true... this MT is jumping for joy for that cute Sherbet BUNNY!
What's a sherbet bunny? Sounds good
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Cat had baby bunny cornered on the porch - sm
I heard something screaming on the porch - went to check and cat had a baby bunny cornered.  I brought the cat in but the bunny is just staying crouched there scared to death. I don't know if it is hurt or not but I think it is just scared.  I am afraid of scaring it worse since it is a wild bunny and not used to humans.  I want to get a towel or something and snuggle it up but I don't want to give the poor thing a heart attack.  Does anyone know the best thing to do??
Great post, snow bunny. I just wanted to add that
the poster, the mom, needs to put a stop to this, whatever that entails. These are her children, and their welfare is at stake, so she can and should call on all resources to end this game playing. Therapy is a great idea, too, but mom needs to be sure these grandparents know who is BOSS (not them), and that they are NEVER to play games like that again - EVER. If I couldn't afford a lawyer, I'd ask my pediatrician for help, etc. Nobody should play games with our kids, let alone their own kids (their own son). God forgive them.
Cat owners, I need some ideas....sm

My daughter has 4 cats that live downstairs with her.  One of the cats has become sensitive to the food they're all eating and we need to feed her different food from the rest.   Any ideas how to keep her out of the other cats foods?   This cat can't be brought upstairs because my cat that is upstairs dislikes her strongly and beats her up whenever she has tried coming upstairs.  Thanks for any suggestions you may have!


No lease - have been here thru 2 owners, - sm
and am the only person left in the building who is still on month-to-month. Also, I never did sign any agreements with current management company - I still have my old lease from the original owners from back in 1990!
This site is now being run by new owners
The old owner of this site started her own board. There was a lot of posts about this before the list changed hands. It was also down for a few days.
Anyone else VW new beetle owners?

My husband just traded in my Miata (a birthday gift 2 years ago) for a VW Beetle for me. I loved the Miata, but I couldn't take my daughter in it since she's still in a booster and it only seats 2. What fun is that? I had been wanting a beetle since the new ones had come out and I can't believe he actually got me one! I love it. It's so fun to drive. Anyone else own one and how do you like it so far?


The owners who are not responsible are ...sm
the problem. I would be mad too if I went out and was approached by a pit bull who growled at me, and I own a pitbull. He should be kept in his owners yard or home. No dog, pit or otherwise, should be allowed to roam around the neighborhood.
I fully understand you being furious. I would be too.

DH and I are first time cat owners as of Christmas!

DH and I are first time cat owners as of Christmas! We love our Sophie, she is a great cat. Since we are new to this, I'm looking for some advise.


We are leaving on vacation on Feb 23rd for Ireland and I'm just wanting to make sure I have everything in place for Sophie. Please let me know if I'm missing anything.


MIL will visit every other day (maybe everyday!) for litter box cleanings and playtime. I'm going to leave out 2 litter boxes.


I'll leave out lots of food and water, MIL will refill.


Leave the TV or radio on for some noise.


She is around 2 years old so she is still quite playfull. She has lots of toys laying around.


So am I missing anything? I just don't want her to freak out, but I think she will be ok with the MIL visits.


Thanks!


That is true but the owners who hire them
should be held accountable. The American roofing/contruction co owners that do not want to pay their share of tax or pay a descent wage to a legal worker should be held accountable. The immigrants working illegal are just trying to make a living. (Yes it's stealing and wrong and I do not approve. Especially when they bring their whole families here.) The owners of these company are the real cheats though. They buy big vans and pick them up and drop them off. It's horrible wages are so low for hourly workers now. :(
Any VW owners know price of a radiator & fan? (sm)

My car broke down this afternoon!  I heard a loud noise like I had run over something, pulled over and saw all the coolant and water pouring from my radiator.  The fan broke and a blade went into the radiator.  I pulled inrto the nearest repair shop (lucky for me one was really close) and they gave me an estimate of $1200!!!!  My husband had it towed to a mechanic he uses, but I am curious since my car is a VW how much should it cost to get this fixed??


 


 


once again OWNERS, if only we could ask the cats, I think the response would be different, NM
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For the pet owners: Is pet insurance worth getting?
I know there are a lot of pet owners on the Gab board so I thought I would ask. I am wondering if pet insurance is worth getting? I have one 7-year-old kitty, a 2-year-old Pomeranian, and a 4-year-old chihuahua mix. Princess, my pom, broke her foot a couple of months ago by jumping about two feet to the concrete from my lap. I usually don't take her outside, and I think she just landed wrong. It cost me about $700 get her to the vet and have a splint put on and luckily it healed and she didn't need pins. I am really thinking about it because I know pets can get pretty expensive when you have to keep taking them to the vet. Thanks in advance for any advice you can give me.
They are very sweet dogs... it's all about the owners
That's what I think... ANY dog can become aggressive which is what I wish people would understand. Before we got our two current dogs, my boyfriend and I completely fell in love with a pitbull at the humane society. 3 days until I got my house, someone snatched her first. She was the most adoring, sweet dog I have ever encountered (besides the girl that I own now). But then one day we encountered a pitbull at the dog park, who had kind of "rough looking" owners, and my male dog went up to sniff the pit and kinda get playful, and i heard the guy snicker under his breath "you dont want to do that dog". like, telling my dog he doesn't want to mess with his. So I am a firm believer that it is ownership. You get the pit as a puppy and love it and cherish it and it and socialize it... or you leave it, hurt it, yell at it... it's gonna become what it knows...
To pit bull owners and defenders:

Two weeks ago in my city, an elderly demented man was found dead at home by his daughter's boyfriend when he returned home from work.  Autopsy confirmed that his death was caused by his daughter's and her boyfriend's 3 pit bulls. I'm sure this lady loved her dear father and believed the dogs were companions to him as he was home alone during the day.  


I just can't understand the loyalty to this breed.  Why take chances when the outcome can be deadly?  This woman will be blaming herself for the rest of her life. 


All dogs bite, but pit bulls don't stop until they have killed. 


Small dog owners Please Read my warning

Yesterday, a lady was driving down our hill with her little doxie in the front seat of the van. I don't think the dog was even a year old yet. Anyway, she sideswiped a telephone pole which put her out of control, her airbags went off, and she couldn't see with all that white powder flying around, and she wound up in a drainage ditch. When the airbags went off, they struck her dog and killed him. Although our neighbor is a nurse and tried CPR, the poor thing had broken ribs which probably punctured his lungs.


So, what I'm saying is if you're going to take your dog for rides, please put them in the back seat, preferably with doggie seat belts, not the front seat.  I could barely sleep last night over this.  I feel so bad for the poor dog. It didn't have to happen. The lady was so upset over it and feeling so guilty, it took us over 2 hours to get her calmed down.


Dog owners - recognizing partial seizures
After losing Misha to a brain tumor, I decided to post this to help others with dogs (sorry cat lovers - I did not research cats). Seizures beginning when a dog is young are almost always due to epilepsy, and it is very treatable. Unfortunately, seizures that begin when a dog is 5 or older is almost always either a brain tumor or some sort of serious infection in the brain. Either way, recognizing it early will help you have the confidence to insist on early treatment for the comfort and health of your pet.

Everybody knows the signs of a tonic-clonic seizure, but subtler seizures can confuse even vets. Know the signs of even focal/partial seizures:

http://www.canine-epilepsy-guardian-angels.com/CanineEpil.htm

Business owners are usually private citizens
and as such have right of refusal - I sure did when we had our own business.  If you see a potential problem you want to get it back out that door pronto.  Maybe the owner knew his clientele would not stand for OJ sitting in the restaurant and being served, etc., and believe that is his choice, his call.  If he has other patrons of different races, religions, etc., can't see he would be concerned about a law suit.  This is not even a religious matter or sexual discrimination - which is protected by law - OJ is hated still by many - his problem. 
Yeah, poisoned by the owners, the sun and heat - sm
what total i*d*i*o*t*s - don't they know an autopsy will prove them wrong. I hope they owners both get locked up and heavily fined to boot. My own dogs are out a lot but I am home and when it is too hot they are in. Neither has ever had heatstroke. They have plenty of shade (they go under the deck sometimes and lay in the dirt, nice and cool down there) and water when they are outside. My neighbor has a boxer and has to be real careful with her dog, she has had one attack of heatstroke already this summer. Luckily she knows what to do as it happened once last summer; but it comes on very quick with boxers since they have such short snouts. Let us know what happens to the owners.
It was the OWNERS' fault for allowing the dog to run loose.
The fact that you didn't see him and ran over him was an accident. That accident wouldn't have occurred if those people had been responsible dog owners and kept him in a securely fenced yard.
Dear Owners of Aggressive Pit Bull:
I've already called animal control on you once and reported him for cornering, and then trying to bite me.

Well guess what. I bought mace. Not the wimpy dog-park spray, either. This is law-enforcement grade. It's the real deal.

The next time that sorry, un-neutered son-of-a-biotch comes anywhere near me, he's getting not just a warning squirt, he's getting the entire bottle in his face, maybe enough to close up his throat and kill him. I sure hope it does.
I live in Louisville and restaurant owners all over town are
applauding him for having done it. The restaurant he went to right after that was just around the corner and the owner there said he didn't have guts to not serve him.
Just moved to new house. Previous owners had dogs that
used the basement for a bathroom!  It smells to high heaven!  Anyone know what I can wash the concrete floor with?  Would bleach solution help with the smell without causing a chemical reaction with the concrete?  Local building store employees just gave me a blank look.  TYIA.
Carfax relies on owners of the cars to report problems

We bought a "perfect" car, ྙ Olds (in 2000) that only had 45,000 miles on it. Loved that car but it was a flood car.The engine was still good but everything power plus the frame gave out in 5 years. Wouldn't pass inspection and had to junk it.


Nothing on Carfax had any of this info. So I'll never pay for a Carfax report again.