I have two cats. Both rescues. The big one is Gatito (I didn't want to name him since we were only
going to foster him until he found a home, and that he did) and the calico is Butterfly. Both aprox. 6 years old
Dusty was our black lab. He lived with my parents. He passed a couple of years ago.
He was fantastic, great personality. My favorite memory is that we had taught him how to
ask to go outside for potty breaks. We tied about 3 large christmas jingle balls on a string
and tied it to the sliding glass door. We used his nose to ring the bells every time we sent
him out. It worked like a charm. Coming back in he devised his own method. We would go
to the butcher and get the cow femurs with no meat left on them and he would chew on them for
a month. Well, no bells on the outside so he would bring the bone to the door and drop it on the
cedar deck we had. It was loud, and hilarious at first. He trained us pretty quick to let him back
in asap when we heard the loud bouncing thump. He made it to about 15 years old. His age in the pic.
He was a pure pup. Both his parents were certified, (Mom got out of the yard one day and we
got a call, "Want a puppy?"
) the rest is history.
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