I haven’t posted many pet tales lately.
So here’s an update:
Bayliss the tailless- nearly perfect dog is doing his self appointed job, watching me. He’s only happy if I’m sitting or in bed. If I’m up he is at my heel. When I walk every morning the others run ahead he stays right by me. If I’m hiding he’s hiding with me. My best dog!
Old and Obese Betsy the beagle is being her goofy self. She had a brief illness of pancreatitis and had to go on a diet. She lost 7lbs. And is much better. Vet said diabetes is probably next. Just what I need. Wonder if I can get her an insulin pump? 
Bear the evil genius Siamese is doing his best to drive everyone to murder. He has no concern I’m probably going deaf listening to him howl or going insane trying to get him out of the beams. He just don’t care.
His sister Sweet Meeko of course does every evil deed Bear orders her to do. She stole my new fingernail file right in front of me this afternoon. I bet there are 100s on the beams. And hair ties. And pens. But other than that she will come and sit by me and purr occasionally.
Jojo the rescue feral lives in the garage 90% of the time. He comes in the cat flap during storms. But he is always unhappy because Hari the hobo cat won’t come in. They sit either side and talk to each other at these times. I go to the garage and sit with them everyday. I get lots of love and purrs. And they get their coats brushed. They love that part best. The can go out of the garage anytime. Some afternoons they spend in the barn with Cat the barn cat. Hunting and climbing. Lots of sleeping.
Dillon the demon dog has calmed down and rarely escapes anymore. Mr.Wrek keeps him at the lake House with him a lot. He wants him to be his #1 hunting dog. It ain’t happening.
The hunting Beagle kennel is still going. No new babies. I think I’ve managed to get all the females spayed, mostly undercover. I didn’t like the babies just being born and the kennel enlarging. He’s got too many now. Some are very old. He vets them and they get all their shots and good food. God, that bill is out of sight. But he don’t need any new ones. IMO.
Mid-daughters 2 Chihuahuas (the little shits) are so much better behaved. Completely trustworthy with potty training.
I can make them do most anything I want except shut up. When the yap starts it has to run its course.
Mid-dau hates it that they listen to me. She has no control at all.
All inside pets still sleep in my room. No one understands why. I know why. I’m the only kinda sane person in this house. Plus they need structure and I provide that.
Or they figure I’ll die first and a meal will be in the offing.
No wild pets at the moment. I’m still looking for a crow baby or egg to hatch.
Big foot stays in the woods. The piggies are around on too many occasions.
Haven’t seen the bear this summer. I consider that a good thing.
And then there’s those human pets. The grandwrex. All doing great.
Causing chaos where they can.
