Ace of Spades Pet Thread

Welcome to the almost world famous Ace of Spades Pet Thread. Where the people and their petmorons are the best. Grab a beverage, relax and enjoy!

So you think your pet has everything? Think again. Does your pet have Samurai armor? Yeah, I didn't think so.

How do you transport your horse? Hopefully not this way.

Quite the Wiener. Wiener Dog.

Ever wanted to lease a pet? Well you can't now in NV. h/t Hrothgar

Not really a PetMoron, but a fancy animal anyway. Submitted by youmeandtheafter.com

Pit Bull aggression: Fact or Fiction? h/t NDH

These 2 photos came from Lurker Tina. I hope she is here today and can tell us who is who. They look mistreated and abused.

This is my rescue Ginny, a Pit/Poodle/Chuhuahua mix. She has blue "merle" eyes. Smart as a whip and super athletic. She was rescued from a backyard dog hoarder, about 80 dogs. Shes a good girl

ThunderB

Oh puppppppppppy!!

One of them - this is our auxiliary dog, Leo, just added to the pack. A full blood Border collie - 10 weeks old. Very energetic. Caught him in stillness here.-Blaster

That Deplorable SOB Van Owen here.

This is an old picture, but it always makes me smile.
I was lucky enough to record a meeting engagement between my evil genius dog Reiver and SOB Jr.'s broken tailed cat Harley, whom I was looking after while he was in Iraq. They were both taken completely by surprise and both skedaddled back the way they came.

Reiver truly was an evil genius: she would purloin peanut butter jars from the pantry and knew how to unscrew the lids to get to the creamy goodness inside. She once stole a 1 pound chocolate Easter Bunny and consumed it gold foil and all. No ill effects, but I found bits of foil in her poop for weeks. I'm convinced that if she'd had opposable thumbs she would have lifted my wallet and taken my car to the Burger King Drive Through.

She absolutely loved being on the farm, and would go out on patrol at first light every morning, regardless of the weather. She'd reappear periodically during the day to check if there might be something edible available to steal, then head back out. Her distinctive bay would echo from below the ridge at intervals as she happily hit the trail of some bunny or deer. She'd come back by sundown, filthy, tongue lolling, ready for supper and a snooze. The next morning she was gone on patrol again.

I came home one day from work to find her peacefully sprawled on the couch, stone dead. At 13, I think she had a good life. I wrapped her in an old ground sheet and drove to the farm that night, and we buried her under a cedar tree next to her buddy Spike the next morning at first light.

She's been gone 3 years now. But every once in a while, sitting on the porch on the farm in the twilight, I seem to hear the faint, joyful bay of a hound floating up from below the ridge. I like to think she's still on patrol.

Anyway, hope you'll enjoy the picture.

I can't speak for the others but I do.

Check out the following wonderful story. And of course pet morons..........

Meet Banksy, a rescue cat that came into our lives almost a year ago at the age of 11 after being a pretty sick boy for a while. He's now fighting fit - or more accurately fighting fat - and now rules the roost in his new home. Whatever the strange workings of the world that beat the odds and brought him into our lives, we're sure glad they did as there is a special connection with this guy that has brought us so much joy. Although, I do wish he'd stop trying to eat our toes every morning, but what are you gonna do? Pet morons are gonna be pet morons!

Aussie Ace Fans.

This is Cally. I am John P. Squibob.

A wonderful group of PetMorons wouldn't you say? Thank you all for submitting their photos.

Do you have a photo you wish to share? A funny video? An interesting story? We welcome all here at petmorons at gmail dot com.

Here's hoping that you and yours have a wonderful week!

posted by Misanthropic Humanitarian at 03:00 PM

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