Racing dog rescued, beavers released into wild, injured kitten walks again, racing wombats, and more.
Zoomies happened, that’s what.
I adopted a retired racing dog. Here’s what happened
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Now get busy!
Beavers released into California river for the first time in over a century
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I AM BEING COMPLETELY CALM!
Kitten Remained so Calm While Receiving Help to Walk Again
Love Meow, via Andrew Y.
Her tongue’s as big as I am!
Lost Kitten Found A Cow Grooming BFF
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Lyurp, lyurp, lyurp…
This Senior Rescue Cat Is Obsessed With Shower Time
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I met a retired racing Greyhound once (the rescue group was doing gift wrapping at the bookstore and brought three dogs with them). They said they wouldn’t sit (because when they race if they sit in the stall before a race they get a shock 😢), but one of them leaned into my legs for pets. She was so sweet.
My childhood greyhound/collie mix was a leaner. He’d kinda go boneless and wrap around your leg.
I stopped thinking horse racing was fun when I actually went to a horse racing place. It wasn’t one of the famous ones, just a local affair.
In between the races, they seemed to me to be mean to the horses. The desperation/anxiety in the audience of bettors/gambling addicts was really off-putting.
Never will attend one again.
Sure, I won’t have a place to wear my fancy hat outside of a Halloween party, but I’m okay with that.
I have a horse track just about a mile and a half down the road from me. I’ve never been there for racing (I have been there a handful of times for July 4th fireworks, but even that I haven’t done in at least 20+ years…I can hear them just fine from my house). There’s another bigger track about a half hour away; I’ve been there once (met up with some internet acquaintances; location was not my choice), bet a few bucks and lost.
I’ve also only been to an Atlantic City casino once*, right after I turned 21, but it was actually a trip for my friend’s birthday from her mom and stepdad; she waited for my birthday so I could come. We spent a little time at the casino, I lost the roll of quarters my mom gave me for my birthday, plus another twenty bucks or so, then we went for a walk on the boardwalk while my her stepdad gambled until dinner.
I just don’t see the appeal.
*technically twice, but the second was for a concert and we had to walk through the gaming floor to get to the stairs to the auditorium.
Same. I also don’t see the appeal. The horses looked downtrodden and the jockeys weren’t any better.
I went to the racetrack because I wanted to see horsies (as a city kid) and wanted an excuse to wear this ridiculous hat I bought at a thrift shop. The sort of hat you don’t wear in public unless you’re Queen Elizabeth or at a Halloween party, lest people think you’ve lost your marbles or are exhausting yourself to be interesting.
Needless to say, I was disappointed.
The first time I stepped foot in a casino gambling floor was when I had applied for a part time job as a night cleaner, during my student days.
The only thing more depressing than seeing gambling addicts at the slot machines at 10AM was seeing the back end. Hand scanners to go everywhere (instead of ID cards) and security guys that looked like marines who looked like they were ready to shoot me if I didn’t keep my eyes down.
I ended up declining the job offer because the whole place gave me the creeps. No you can’t have my fingerprints on file when I’m just here to clean. Not at all like the glamorous/fun Vegas thing you see in movies.
Also the casino was so noisy!
I had a visceral reaction to the phrase “lawnmower accident”…glad little Johnny is doing so well.
Same.
He’s simply adorable. I would happily amuse him while he heals.
Same!
Why doesn’t Willem’s owner get him a tiny hot tub?
I have never seen wombats run so fast for so long!
Running from…a predator? chasing a friend/sibling in retaliation? being the first to snacks?
Inquiring minds…
the phrase “hauling a$$” popped into my head.
Made myself laugh ’cause – as I’ve learned on this fantastic site – they *are* hauling an entire plate back there! 😆
Willem is a lovely cat. I would be happy to spend lots of time with him in all kinds of water . I’d love to know how he developed this obsession
I too want to know the back story. And shower with this lovely guy.
Good luck to the beavers! I love these animals so much.
And Poppy–omg what a gorgeous girl.