Pets of PedalPCB
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PapaBear
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My condolences as well to each of you and your families, saying goodbye is never easy.
Feral Feline
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Tis the season…
... I mean... the cusp of Spring of course, when the vacuum cleaner floweth over.
I thought I'd do the Dog-hair Shuffle (used to be the Cat-hair Shuffle) to save the vacuum-cleaner some stress;
For those who may not know it (doubtful that for this crowd) —
the Dog/Cat-hair Shuffle's where you wear your slippers/sneakers/whatever-rubber-soled-shoes to skid-kick the carpet, and it reveals what otherwise can't be seen. Here's the results, Sasha inspecting my pre-vacuuming removal of her hard work...
Thing is, AFTER doing the Dog-hair Shuffle and picking up the balled bunches of hair by hand, subsequent vacuuming still left the vacuum-cleaner's receptacle completely clogged. Nobody needs/wants to see that, so no photo, but you could fill a fanny-pack with it, packed.
Trying to prevent the overtaxed vacuum-cleaner's complete collapse from Sasha's carpet-bombing, we try to comb/brush her out.
To say Sasha's unimpressed with being groomed is an understatement.
The sulking Treat-Monster below, with a flea-comb used to remove the short-hair covering on her shins — No fleas here, but the flea-comb works best for her legs. The hair in hand is from three (3) short strokes with the comb, then it's clogged and can't pick up any more hair.
Even so, we're still cleaning up clumps off the carpet.
We've got other curry-combs and brushes for different parts of her anatomy — for instance, her rump and rear-thighs are nappier than a frizzed out perm from a beauty-school dropout. Her mane is 3–4 times longer than her torso's hair, requiring a brush with broadly-spaced tines. Yadda's.
It's like chipping away at an iceberg with a toothpick. Constantly attacking her throughout the day a minute at a time, and vacuuming every day.
We've collected enough hair from combing her to fill a paper grocery bag and the 2nd one's 3/4 full already. I've thrown out probably 3x as much from unclogging the vacuum-cleaner.
This happens twice per year, not just spring.
The collected hair is put to good use — felting for art projects, making dryer-balls (adding essential oils to them) instead of using commercial dryer-sheets, and a bunch of other useful things that I can't remember right now, for shed's sake.
HAIR D' HAIR HAIR
Spring is in the air, and so is Sasha's Hair,
It's on the carpet and everything I wear.
It's in my beard and in my soup,
swimming in my milk, floating in m'coffee.
If I stopped to look behind me,
I swear I'd see it even in my poop.
... I mean... the cusp of Spring of course, when the vacuum cleaner floweth over.
I thought I'd do the Dog-hair Shuffle (used to be the Cat-hair Shuffle) to save the vacuum-cleaner some stress;
For those who may not know it (doubtful that for this crowd) —
the Dog/Cat-hair Shuffle's where you wear your slippers/sneakers/whatever-rubber-soled-shoes to skid-kick the carpet, and it reveals what otherwise can't be seen. Here's the results, Sasha inspecting my pre-vacuuming removal of her hard work...
Thing is, AFTER doing the Dog-hair Shuffle and picking up the balled bunches of hair by hand, subsequent vacuuming still left the vacuum-cleaner's receptacle completely clogged. Nobody needs/wants to see that, so no photo, but you could fill a fanny-pack with it, packed.
Trying to prevent the overtaxed vacuum-cleaner's complete collapse from Sasha's carpet-bombing, we try to comb/brush her out.
To say Sasha's unimpressed with being groomed is an understatement.
The sulking Treat-Monster below, with a flea-comb used to remove the short-hair covering on her shins — No fleas here, but the flea-comb works best for her legs. The hair in hand is from three (3) short strokes with the comb, then it's clogged and can't pick up any more hair.
Even so, we're still cleaning up clumps off the carpet.
We've got other curry-combs and brushes for different parts of her anatomy — for instance, her rump and rear-thighs are nappier than a frizzed out perm from a beauty-school dropout. Her mane is 3–4 times longer than her torso's hair, requiring a brush with broadly-spaced tines. Yadda's.
It's like chipping away at an iceberg with a toothpick. Constantly attacking her throughout the day a minute at a time, and vacuuming every day.
We've collected enough hair from combing her to fill a paper grocery bag and the 2nd one's 3/4 full already. I've thrown out probably 3x as much from unclogging the vacuum-cleaner.
This happens twice per year, not just spring.
The collected hair is put to good use — felting for art projects, making dryer-balls (adding essential oils to them) instead of using commercial dryer-sheets, and a bunch of other useful things that I can't remember right now, for shed's sake.
HAIR D' HAIR HAIR
Spring is in the air, and so is Sasha's Hair,
It's on the carpet and everything I wear.
It's in my beard and in my soup,
swimming in my milk, floating in m'coffee.
If I stopped to look behind me,
I swear I'd see it even in my poop.
giovanni
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Sasha is so cute tho! So… worth it?Tis the season…
... I mean... the cusp of Spring of course, when the vacuum cleaner floweth over.
I thought I'd do the Dog-hair Shuffle (used to be the Cat-hair Shuffle) to save the vacuum-cleaner some stress;
For those who may not know it (doubtful that for this crowd) —
the Dog/Cat-hair Shuffle's where you wear your slippers/sneakers/whatever-rubber-soled-shoes to skid-kick the carpet, and it reveals what otherwise can't be seen. Here's the results, Sasha inspecting my pre-vacuuming removal of her hard work...
View attachment 92712
Thing is, AFTER doing the Dog-hair Shuffle and picking up the balled bunches of hair by hand, subsequent vacuuming still left the vacuum-cleaner's receptacle completely clogged. Nobody needs/wants to see that, so no photo, but you could fill a fanny-pack with it, packed.
Trying to prevent the overtaxed vacuum-cleaner's complete collapse from Sasha's carpet-bombing, we try to comb/brush her out.
To say Sasha's unimpressed with being groomed is an understatement.
The sulking Treat-Monster below, with a flea-comb used to remove the short-hair covering on her shins — No fleas here, but the flea-comb works best for her legs. The hair in hand is from three (3) short strokes with the comb, then it's clogged and can't pick up any more hair.
Even so, we're still cleaning up clumps off the carpet.
View attachment 92713
We've got other curry-combs and brushes for different parts of her anatomy — for instance, her rump and rear-thighs are nappier than a frizzed out perm from a beauty-school dropout. Her mane is 3–4 times longer than her torso's hair, requiring a brush with broadly-spaced tines. Yadda's.
It's like chipping away at an iceberg with a toothpick. Constantly attacking her throughout the day a minute at a time, and vacuuming every day.
We've collected enough hair from combing her to fill a paper grocery bag and the 2nd one's 3/4 full already. I've thrown out probably 3x as much from unclogging the vacuum-cleaner.
This happens twice per year, not just spring.
The collected hair is put to good use — felting for art projects, making dryer-balls (adding essential oils to them) instead of using commercial dryer-sheets, and a bunch of other useful things that I can't remember right now, for shed's sake.
HAIR D' HAIR HAIR
Spring is in the air, and so is Sasha's Hair,
It's on the carpet and everything I wear.
It's in my beard and in my soup,
swimming in my milk, floating in m'coffee.
If I stopped to look behind me,
I swear I'd see it even in my poop.
darwin999
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Lol, that's resourceful!
My wife has a fiber spinning hobby, and as a result (skipping the long story) we have several good friends in Iceland.
One fellow near Akureyri (a real character) also spins yarn from the fur coming off his many dogs.
And my wife has fulfilled a few requests to knit small things (e.g., keychain fob, etc) from the fur of beloved pets after their death.
giovanni
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Such a proper little guy! What’s their name?
Feral Feline
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My dog in childhood, a Sheltie, provided padding inside my sister's point-shoes for ballet. Any other material was too abrasive, as my sister had ultra-sensitive skin.
My Mom spins yarn, might still have some left from her Shih-Tzus and more recently she had 3 Cavalier King Charles.
Last year Mom got a few bags of Sasha-Hair®™ from us, some of which has been spun.
SO worth it! TOTALLY!
She has a really sweet disposition. She's never-ever growled at us nor snapped — she just uses (pretty damn-good) evasive-manoeuvre tactics when the Instruments-of-Groom come out to darken her day.
When she takes proffered treats, they just disappear from your fingers or hand; rarely do you feel even a lip. Nonetheless... there's been a couple times that treats got her über-excited (roasted CHICKEN-CHICKEN-CHICKEN and more recently RABBIT) and she nibbled my fingers but didn't bite down. More like, I just knew tactile-wise she had teeth — so gentle.
Such a sweetheart, a really good soul.
Pauleo1214
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Did an AI image generation of my girl Goldie. We named her aftet Goldie Hawn (a notorious smoker) because as a kitten, her meow was so scratchy it sounded like she had emphysema.
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derevaun
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Not so much a pet as a project. We've been feeding this stray cat for 6+ months; it's been around at all times of day and night, and it mostly sleeps under our house. Very human-averse and generally cautious & canny. My wife can't resist a cute void, so we set out to TNR (trap-neuter-return) it.
When the weather seemed temperate enough, we set out a humane trap (rented from our local animal shelter). It took 2 weeks of gradual temptation before the cat would abide the trap, and also for an appointment at the low cost spay neuter clinic. When the planets aligned, we armed the trap and waited.
View attachment idjit-approaches.mp4
and then...
View attachment idjit-trapped.mp4
So it was off to the spay/neuter clinic, with some oddly vocal complaints from the cat.
It turned out that the cat was an already-spayed female without a microchip. That was a surprise! But we gave her a big meal and released her in the back yard (slo-mo):
View attachment idjit-released.mp4
We worried that she would be so pissed off that she would never come around again, but she was back a few times that same day for the food & water we've always set out. And so we've commenced to figure out what our relationship is going to become, given her mysterious past.
But there's trouble in paradise:
More later!
When the weather seemed temperate enough, we set out a humane trap (rented from our local animal shelter). It took 2 weeks of gradual temptation before the cat would abide the trap, and also for an appointment at the low cost spay neuter clinic. When the planets aligned, we armed the trap and waited.
View attachment idjit-approaches.mp4
and then...
View attachment idjit-trapped.mp4
So it was off to the spay/neuter clinic, with some oddly vocal complaints from the cat.
It turned out that the cat was an already-spayed female without a microchip. That was a surprise! But we gave her a big meal and released her in the back yard (slo-mo):
View attachment idjit-released.mp4
We worried that she would be so pissed off that she would never come around again, but she was back a few times that same day for the food & water we've always set out. And so we've commenced to figure out what our relationship is going to become, given her mysterious past.
But there's trouble in paradise:
More later!
cdwillis
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I think you just kidnapped this guys wife and he's pissed
darwin999
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You're right, horses are pets, too - how silly of me to only think of pets as only cats and dogs.
So here's my wife's horse, Lily. A palomino quarterhorse by breed, she is technically a pony because she's a half inch too short to qualify as a proper horse. Lily boards at a nearby farm.
When my wife was first learning to ride a couple years ago, she rode on a male teaching horse named Bannon. So I used to joke that if she had to spend a lot of time with a younger guy with a bigger dong, Bannon was the only allowed option...
So here's my wife's horse, Lily. A palomino quarterhorse by breed, she is technically a pony because she's a half inch too short to qualify as a proper horse. Lily boards at a nearby farm.
When my wife was first learning to ride a couple years ago, she rode on a male teaching horse named Bannon. So I used to joke that if she had to spend a lot of time with a younger guy with a bigger dong, Bannon was the only allowed option...
