From wags to whiskers, feathers and hooves
they'll always be a part
For with them our lives are richly blessed
with those pawprints on our hearts

© Christina aka Stina

Wags 2 Whiskers is a fun friendship group of people who love their furbabies. Whether they are four-legged, feathered, have hooves, horns or fins - all animals are a precious gift to treasure!
If you would like to join us, please stop by Wags 2 Whiskers

Monday, May 18, 2009

Campaign Wag-tivity

Yesterday all over Australia we had the Million Paws Walk which was run by the RSPCA and where all the proceeds go towards the opertating costs of the RSPCA.  Even though a recognised charity (the world over even) the government only funds 2% of their costs, which is nowhere near the kind of funds they need to run organisation and their shelters.  They do a wonderful job and deserve much more help and backing.  So this wonderful event I participated in yesterday and had a great time - most of all Ciara had the bestest time ever...lol - reflects this Wag-tivity. I know we've just had a Wag-tivity but with this event just passing I thought it would be a great opportunity to do something with it - and it something close to both mine and Tooty's hearts.

The Wag-tivity comes in two forms - for the taggers amongst us and the more graphically challenged.  It's up to you what you wish to do.

The "challenge" is to make a tag, or write a letter (of sorts) to an organisation or friend to petition support, highlighting one of the campaigns or events run by your local animal shelter - or an animal welfare agency like the WSPA, RSPCA or ASPCA that may be your country's equivalent. Some of the campaigns or events are:
Million Paws Walk (for pooches)
Million Purrs (for puddies)
Happy Tails Day
Stop Animal Cruelty
Walk the Dog
Project Guardian Angel
Heat Stress (Dogs Die in Hot Cars)
Sow Stalls Campaign (Help the RSPCA get Pigs out of Cages)
Pet Desexing (Our Biggest Problem is Multiplying)

Taggers, when you do...the challenge is also to make a "Welcome" or "Welcome to the Group" and "A Note" tag from it to share with the group.

Cheers
Stina and Tootypup

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Wag'n Tags - Mother's Day - Moon


A rare pic of me rofl
Hubby took it the other night so I'd have one of me & Malcolm.


Wag'n Tags - Mother's Day - Stina






Wag'n Tags - Mother's Day - Lioness


My furry babies just took me to a beaytyshop and dressed me up.
They went to the groomer themselves.
Then they took me to the photografer to take this photo


Saturday, May 9, 2009

Mother's Day Wag-tivitiy

For this Wag-tivity something fun and a little different maybe.
For most of us it is Mother's Day tomorrow (Sunday), while the UK celebrated their equivalent (Mothering Sunday) in March (was it?).
So in honour of the day I thought let's imagine for a moment that our furbabies could do way more than just lay there and look cute (LOL), and how we would spend Mother's Day being pampered by OUR pampered pooches, kitties, and other pets!  How would they treat us? What would they do for us?  And what pressies and surprises would they have in store for us?  Let your imagination run wild!  And let's have some fun with it!!
 
But wait, there's more!! LOL...For graphics and tag makers out there, I would like you to create a tag or graphic featuring you and your furbaby in any way you choose. But as this is a Mother's Day wag-tivity it should you and your furbaby.  If you do not have a photo of you and your "child", then use two photos and incorporate them onto the tag/graphic.  You must feature both - because this is a celebration of Mother's Day from our furbabies.  For those who have more than one - well, you can choose whichever one you want to feature, if you have room, feature them all! LOL  The choice is yours.
 
So have fun everyone, and we cannot wait to see what you call come up with!!

Woofs n' purrs
Stina and Tootypup


PREVIOUS WAG-TIVITIES

20th April
Wag'n Fact Files

Choose an animal or breed of animal and share with us information about that animal. Share with us in the following form if you can:
 
A brief history (if known)/about the animal;
Average lifespan;
Size and weight;
Personality, temperament and behaviour;
Care requirements;
A brief summary and conclusion
 
This is a great way to get to know about other animals and breeds!
Just send them back through here and I'll get to adding them to the blog.
We look forward to your wag-tivity choice!!


2nd April
Wag'n Tails

 As we are relatively new I thought we would do something a little similar I did in another group last month, which proved to be both a success and a lot of fun!
 
What I would like us all to do is write a letter to the group from your pet, telling us about themselves. What they like to do, fave foods and things. How old they are, when their birthdays are.  (If you don't know when your pet's birthday is, just nominate the month they came to live with you and that will be treated as their birthday.)  They can also tell us what life is like with you.  If you have more than one pet, you can do more than one letter if you wish - or you can incorporate the info of your other pets' into the one your nominated pet is writing. Make sense? lol  Anyway, it's a way to get to know each other.  So let's have some fun!
 
Looking forward to your pet's "letters"!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Staffordshire Bull Terrier by Christina




The Staffordshire Bull Terrier, often more fondly referred to as the Staff, Staffie or Stafford, is somewhat more of a "cult" than a breed. *g*  Those who are either enamoured or "owned" by one of these adorable creatures are more often than not blind to the existence of any other breed.  Why?  Because they have the ability to charm and can quite frankly melt your hearts.
 
Tough, stocky, boisterous and incredibly affectionate, Staffies do everything full throttle - eat, run, walk, play and LOVE! They are clear winners as one of Australia's favourite dogs. Once bull-baiters, modern Staffies are friendly to a fault, well behaved if trained early and adored by their owners. 
 
HISTORY
Staffords, though adorable and loveable today, were originally bred for the purpose of bloodsports such as bull-baiting and bear-baiting. Bulls brought to market were set upon by dogs as a way of tenderising the meat and providing entertainment for the spectators; and dog fights with bears, bulls and other animals were often organised as entertainment for both royalty and commoners.  The early Staffs were not bred for the handsome visual specimen of today, rather they were bred for the characteristic known as gameness. The pitting of dogs against bear or bull tested the gameness, strength and skill of the dog. These early "proto-staffords" provided the ancestral foundation stock for the Staffordshire Bull Terrier, the Bull Terrier, the American Pit Bull Terrier and American Staffordshire Terrier. This common ancestor was known as the "Bull and Terrier".
 
At the introduction of animal welfare laws which made this act then illegal it was discovered it was cheaper and far easier to arrange dog fights. These fights were also easier to conceal from the law and so therefore dogs were pitted against each other instead of the larger bulls. Dogfighting or pit-fighting often involved gambling, with wagers placed on the animal most likely to be left standing at the end. They were released into a pit and the last one still fighting (or even surviving) was the winner.  An abhorable sport that is thankfully made illegal in most countries today, though sadly it the "sport" (which I term very loosely) still clandestinely take place.
 
However, despite its deplorable history as a pit-fighter the Staff today is a far cry from the animal (its) history depicts them to be.
 
The English Staffordshire was shipped to the US where it was bred with the American PitBull to produce the American Staffordshire (commonly known as an AmStaff). Despite this fact, the English Staffordshire bears little resemblence characteristically to the AmStaff or PitBull but by association.
 
APPEARANCE
The Staffordshire Bull Terrier is the result of breeding between the Bulldog and the English Terrier, now extinct.  As the original Staffordshire breed it originates from England and is a medium-sized, stocky, muscular dog with athletic ability.  With a broad head, defined occipital muscles, short foreface, dark round eyes, cute small ears and very pronounced cheek muscles the Staff is more commonly known for its wide mouth often referred to as a "smile" when open. Their lips show no looseness and very rarely drool (which is always a good thing....lol). Staffies are well muscled in the hindquarters with a strong tail which resembles an old fashioned pump handle - and that never EVER stops!. Coat colours are red, fawn, white, black or blue, or any of these colours with white. Any shade of brindle or brindle with white is also acceptable. Staffies stand about 35-40cm (14-16") at the withers (or back). Dogs weigh 13-17kg (30-40lb) and bitches 11-15kg (25-35lb).  Staffs can suffer from health problems common to other dog breeds including cataracts, luxating patellas, hip dysplasia and breathing problems. But overall they are a very healthy breed.

 
However Staffies are known to be at risk from melanoma, often seen in the stomach area as Staffys love to sunbathe on their backs.
 
TEMPERAMENT
Every dog is indeed different and has individual personalites, though common traits do continue to exist throughout Staffs.  Due to its breeding, Staffs are known for its character and indomitable courage, high intelligence and tenacity. They love people and being with people, and with children in particular. And with its trustworthy stability and also quiet nature make the Staff a wonderfully all-purpose dog.  It has been said that "No breed is more loving with its family". (Fogle, Bruce (2002) Dogalog, Dorling Kinderley Ltd., London, pp. 182)
 
Staffs are naturally muscular and may appear intimidating; however, because of their natural fondness for people, most Staffords are temperamentally ill-suited for guard or attack-dog training.   They are very human-oriented and loyal, although they can be aggressive to other dogs.  Responsible owners should never let their Staffs off the leash in public places. 
 
The Staffordshire Bull Terrier appeared in the top 10 breeds most suitable for families and especially children in a report researched and published by Southampton University in 1996. This breed is highly intelligent, eager to please and very people friendly. In fact they are most happy when pleasing their human friends.  It adapts readily to most situations making it the foremost all purpose dog. Staffie pups are very easy to house train. 
 
However, due to the nature of its breeding for baiting and fighting purposes coupled with the press reports of dog attacks citing the Staff as a dangerous dog. Many countries have a Dangerous Dog Act which therefore make it illegal to own breeds such as the Pit Bull (the UK and Australia are just two). Whilst this is the case, there are certain fears now that breeders are re-naming their PitBulls as Staffordshire Bull Terriers to avoid prosecution (Maurice Chittenden (8 February 2009) "Sleeping baby Jaden Mack mauled to death by family terriers", The Sunday Times). Also, the description 'Staffordshire bull terrier cross' is frequently a euphemism for a dog such as the American Pit Bull Terrier, giving the original Stafford a bad name.
 
And while the Staff is often subject to breed bans worldwide that target the Bull and Terrier family, Australia, England, and New Zealand make clear a distinction between the American Pit Bull Terrier and Staffordshire Bull Terrier and thus are exempted from Breed Specific Legislation.
 
To quote UK RSPCA chief vet Mark Evans: "Staffies have had a terrible press, but this is not of their own making - in fact they're wonderful dogs. If people think that Staffies have problems, they're looking at the wrong end of the dog lead! When well cared for and properly trained they can make brilliant companions. Our experience suggests that problems occur when bad owners exploit the Staffie's desire to please by training them to show aggression".
 
MAINTENANCE/CARE REQUIREMENTS
Low-maintenance pets (except at bathtime...lol), staffies are happiest indoors with the family; they shed little hair and are easily house-trained. Fortnightly bathing is adequate if the dog spends most of its time indoors. While they enjoy a walk (20 minutes is ideal), most are also happy lounge lizards.

 
IN SUMMARY
Staffies are most suited environments where they are a member of the family.  They are not a dog to be tied up or left to their own devices to amuse themselves. They are strong, enthusiastic dogs and may bump over smaller children in their excitement, but are overall a loving and fiercely loyal breed.

Bobcat by Bobbi Z

The bobcat (Lynx rufus) is a North American mammal of the cat family, Felidae. With twelve recognized subspecies, it ranges from southern Canada to northern Mexico, including most of the continental United States. The bobcat is an adaptable predator that inhabits wooded areas, as well as semi-desert, urban edge, forest edges and swampland environments. It persists in much of its original range and populations are healthy.

With a gray to brown coat, whiskered face, and black-tufted ears, the bobcat resembles the other species of the mid-sized Lynx genus. It is smaller than the Canadian Lynx, with which it shares parts of its range, but is about twice as large as the domestic cat. It has distinctive black bars on its forelegs and a black-tipped, stubby tail, from which it derives its name.

Though the bobcat prefers rabbits and hares, it will hunt anything from insects and small rodents to deer. Prey selection depends on location and habitat, season, and abundance. Like most cats, the bobcat is territorial and largely solitary, although there is some overlap in home ranges. It uses several methods to mark its territorial boundaries, including claw marks and deposits of urine or feces. The bobcat breeds from winter into spring and has a gestation period of about two months.

Although the bobcat have been subject to extensive hunting by humans, both for sport and fur, its population has proven resilient. The elusive predator features in Native American mythology and the folklore of European settlers.

Physical characteristics


A Bobcat finds water in Tucson.

The Bobcat resembles other species of the Lynx genus but is on average the smallest of the four. Its coat is variable, though generally tan to grayish brown, with black streaks on the body and dark bars on the forelegs and tail. Its spotted patterning acts as camouflage. The ears are black-tipped and pointed, with short black tufts. There is generally an off-white color on the lips, chin, and underparts. Bobcats in the desert regions of the southwest have the lightest colored coats, while those in the northern, forested regions are darkest. Kittens are born well-furred and already have their spots.  A few melanistic Bobcats have been sighted and captured in Florida. They appear black, but may actually still exhibit a spot pattern.

The face appears wide due to ruffs of extended hair beneath the ears. The fur is brittle but quite long and dense. The nose of the Bobcat is pinkish-red, and it has a base color of gray or yellowish- or brownish-red on its face, sides, and back. Bobcat eyes are yellow with black pupils. The pupils are elongated vertically and will widen during nocturnal activity to maximize light reception. The cat has sharp hearing and vision, and a good sense of smell. It is an excellent climber, and will swim when it needs to, but will normally avoid water.

The adult male Bobcat is 28 to 47 inches (70–120 cm) long, averaging 36 inches (90 cm); this includes a stubby 4 to 7 inch (10–18 cm) tail, which has a "bobbed" appearance and gives the species its name. An adult stands about 14 or 15 inches (36–38 cm) at the shoulders.  Adult males usually range from 16 to 30 pounds (7–14 kg); females average about 20 pounds (9 kg). The Bobcat is muscular, and its hind legs are longer than its front legs, giving it a bobbing gait. At birth it weighs 0.6 to 0.75 pounds (280–340 g) and is about 10 inches (25 cm) in length. By its first year it will reach about 10 pounds (4.5 kg).

The cat is larger in its northern range and in open habitats. A morphological size comparison study in the eastern United States found a divergence in the location of the largest male and female specimens, suggesting differing selection constraints for the sexes.

Behavior

The Bobcat is crepuscular (generally most active at twilight and dawn). It keeps on the move from three hours before sunset until about midnight, and then again from before dawn until three hours after sunrise. Each night it will move from 2 to 7 miles (3–11 km) along its habitual route. This behavior may vary seasonally, as Bobcats become more diurnal during fall and winter. This is a response to the activity of their prey, which are more active during the day in colder months.

Social structure and home range


A Bobcat on the Calero Creek Trail, in San Jose, California.

Bobcat activities are confined to well-defined territories, which vary in size depending on sex and the distribution of prey. The home range is marked with feces, urine scent, and by clawing prominent trees in the area. In its territory the Bobcat will have numerous places of shelter: usually a main den, and several auxiliary shelters on the outer extent of its range, such as hollow logs, brush piles, thickets, or under rock ledges. Its den smells strongly of the Bobcat.

The sizes of Bobcat home ranges vary significantly; a World Conservation Union (IUCN) summary of research suggests ranges anywhere from 0.02 to 126 sq mi (0.6 to 326 km²). One study in Kansas found resident males to have roughly an 8 sq mi (20 km²) range and females less than half that area. Transient Bobcats were found to have both a larger (roughly 22 sq mi/57 km2) and less well-defined home range. Kittens had the smallest range at about 3 sq mi (7 km²). Research has shown that dispersal from the natal range is most pronounced with males.

Reports on seasonal variation in range size have been equivocal. One study found a large variation in male range sizes, from 16 sq mi (41 km²) in summer up to 40 sq mi (100 km²) in winter. Another found that female Bobcats, especially those which were reproductively active, expanded their home range in winter, but that males merely shifted their range without expanding it, which was consistent with numerous earlier studies. Other research in various American states has shown little or no seasonal variation.

Like most felines, the Bobcat is largely solitary but ranges will often overlap. Unusually for a cat, males are more tolerant of overlap, while females rarely wander into others' ranges. Given their smaller range sizes, two or more females may reside within a male's home range. When multiple male territories overlap a dominance hierarchy is often established resulting in the exclusion of some transients from favored areas.

In line with widely differing estimates of home range size, population density figures are divergent: anywhere from 1 to 38 Bobcats per 25 sq mi (65 km²) in one survey. The average is estimated at one Bobcat per every 5 sq mi (13 km²), or slightly less. A link has been observed between population density and sex ratio. One study noted that a dense, unharvested population in California had a sex ratio of 2.1 males per female. When the density decreased, the sex ratio skewed to 0.86 males per female. Another study observed a similar ratio, and suggested that males may be better able to cope with the increased competition, and that this would help limit reproduction until various factors lowered the density.

Hunting and diet


The Snowshoe Hare is a principal prey species of the Bobcat. Rabbits and hares, along with rodents, are taken most often by the cat.

The Bobcat is able to go for long periods without food, but will eat heavily when prey is abundant. During lean periods, it will often prey on larger animals that it can kill and return to feed on later. The Bobcat hunts by stalking its prey and then ambushing it with a short chase or pounce. Its preference is for mammals about 1.5 to 12.5 pounds (0.7 to 5.7 kg). Its main prey varies by region. In the eastern United States it is the Cottontail rabbit species, and in the north it is the Snowshoe Hare. When these prey species exist together, as in New England, they are the primary food sources of the Bobcat. In the far south, the rabbits and hare are sometimes replaced by Cotton Rats as the primary food source. The Bobcat is an opportunistic predator that, unlike the more specialized Canadian Lynx, will readily vary its prey selection. Research has shown that diet diversification positively correlates to a decline in numbers of the Bobcat's principal prey; the abundance of its main prey species is the main determinant of overall diet.

The Bobcat hunts animals of different sizes, and will adjust its hunting techniques accordingly. With small animals, such as rodents, squirrels, birds, fish and insects, it will hunt in areas known to be abundant in prey, and will lie, crouch, or stand and wait for victims to wander close. It will then pounce, grabbing its prey with its sharp, retractable claws. For slightly larger animals, such as rabbits and hares, it will stalk from cover and wait until they come within 20 to 35 feet (6 to 10 m) before rushing in to attack. Less commonly it will feed on larger animals such as foxes, minks, skunks, small dogs and house cats. Bobcats are also occasional hunters of livestock and poultry. While larger species such as cattle and horses are not known to be attacked, Bobcats do present a threat to smaller ruminants such as sheep and goats. According to the National Agricultural Statistics Service, Bobcats killed 11,100 sheep in 2004, comprising 4.9% of all sheep predator deaths. However, some amount of Bobcat predation may be misidentified, as Bobcats have been known to scavenge on the remains of livestock kills by other animals.

It has been known to kill deer, especially in winter when smaller prey is scarce, or when deer populations become more abundant. One study in the Everglades showed a large majority of kills (33 of 39) were fawns, but that prey up to eight times the Bobcat's weight could be successfully taken.[26] It stalks the deer, often when the deer is lying down, then rushes in and grabs it by the neck before biting through the throat, base of the skull, or chest. On the rare occasions that a Bobcat kills a deer, it eats its fill and then buries the carcass under snow or leaves, often returning to it several times to feed.

The Bobcat prey base overlaps with that of other mid-sized predators of a similar ecological niche. Research in Maine has shown little evidence of competitive relationships between the Bobcat and Coyote or Red Fox; separation distances and territory overlap appeared random amongst simultaneously monitored animals.With the Canadian Lynx, however, the interspecific relationship affects distribution patterns: competitive exclusion by the Bobcat is likely to have prevented any further southward expansion of the range of its felid cousin.

Information © http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bobcat

Borzoi by Dusty


The exact origin of the Borzoi (or sometimes known as Russian Wolfhound) is unknown.  What is known is that it is an ancient breed, the "standard" for being found as far back at 1650.  After the Russian Revolution, many Borzoi were slaughtered due to their association with the Czars.  They became nearly extinct, however some Borzoi's were found in England in the early nineteenth century.  How they came into England is unknown.  Queen Victoria had a pair presented to her at one point.  The first Borzoi to come into the United States from Russia were imported in 1890.  These dogs were not hardy and lacked stamina and strength which were required if used for hunting.  In 1903, a breeder by the name of Thomas, went on a quest to find a Borzoi of superior quality.  He finally found them in Russia and was able to obtain the Borzoi's he was looking for.  The name change from Russian Wolfhound to Borzoi came in late 1936, to conform with the name used for the breed in the rest of the world.

Average lifespan;
Up to 9 years of age.

Size and weight;
70-80 lbs

Personality, temperament and behaviour;
These dogs are sight hounds and will chase rabbits, birds, or anything that moves.  Their eyesight is keen, even in the dark.  They are "soft" dogs and require gentle handling as a harsh word will send them away very easily with their tail between their legs.  It is said never to smack a Borzoi, for they never forget.  Quite honestly, they don't need a smack.  They aim to please.

Care requirements;
Due to their large size and deep chest, a raised bowl for them to eat and drink from is important.  They can be prone to stomach tortions or bloat.

A brief summary and conclusion
Having owned one for five years now, I can honestly say, he's a joy.  Easy to train, obedient and loving, in an aloof sort of way.

Wag'n Tails - "For Dogs" by Tooty

For dogs
 
This is me - Tootypup

 
1. Have you ever escaped from the house. ?     
Well no not from the house, me did as a puppy. 
I rolled out under the gate of the back yard, and I was so lost.
Mum was at work and I didn't know what to do. So I just sat on the step at the front door and gave mum a huge hug when she came home from work.
I didn't tell mum then, but I was a little scared out there by myself, I was only 4 months old.
 
2. Do you like to eat from the rubbish bin  ?    
No way. I have good tastes like my mum.
I like to eat what she is eating. She does share too
I got my mum trained well - WOOF WOOF
 
3. Do you sleep on owners bed?
I use too when I was a young pup.....WOOF WOOF
But at my age, I find in a bit hard to get up on the bed now Mum has made me a bed right next to hers so I can see her still.
 
4. Do you chase your tail?
Nah - me has gots lots and lots of toys to play wiff.
 
5. Have you thrown up on yur owners bed?     
Awwwww no, I might have passed wind a few times though Mum would say, that I didn't have to share. She would breath all funny.
I thought it was funny, there were a few times even I had to leave the room 
 
6. Do you accompany your owner to the loo?
Gotta make sure mum is ok
 
7. Do you like a bath?
Oh yes, me wuvs water of any kind. Love to go for swim, play wiff hose and the best of all, when I was a young PUP, and mum went to have a bath.
I would wait till she was in and all cumffy, I would run and jump in wiff her    
 
8. Do you like being brushed ?
I love it! Use to go and get the brush and follow mum around till she brushed me. Me does do wuv it
 
9. Have you drunk from the toilet ?
Nope, I have water bowls in the house and outside for me
 
10. Whats your fav sleeping place
Oh that is a silly question MY couch of course and my basket at night in mums room

 
11. Do you pinch the other pets food?
Well a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do. If there is any spare tucker around. A dog has to put it into storage... Of course.
But not while mum is watching. She thinks I am so good all the time
 
12. Do you come back when called?
Usually, unless there is something really important to bark at outside like a cat or someone I don't know. But now I am a little deaf. 
Mum has taught me doggie sign language now. But sometimes I make out I no understand. But she knows I am only trickin Cause I have a grin on my chin 
 
13. Have you ever eaten the post?
Awww know, rather eat my tucker....... WOOF WOOF
But I did chew up my sticks when we played stick.....
 
14. What is the worst thing for you?
The vet..... I have to go and get needles. Well they don't really hurt.
Me just don't like the smell there
 
15.  Are you good in the car?
Oh me does do wuv to go for drive in the car.
Gotta have the front seat too, but sometimes I have to sit in the back
I am a good navigator....... WOOF WOOF
Mum even puts a seat bealt on me to keep me safe
 
16. Do you dribble when they eat?
Nope
 
17. Have you any doggie friends?
Oh yes of course. But me is boss dog......
This is my best friend Zarab...... He comes and stays wiff me sometimes

 
18. What did you get for Christmas?
New Toys Some Treats! And lots and lots of cuddles
 
19. What is your fav toy?
I have a big DOG squeaker cuddly toy
And when no one takes any notice of me....... I play wiff my toy
I think I make lot of noise........ WOOF WOOF
 
20. Do you sing?
Nope, but I can talk. Mum and me use to have lots of talks......

The Percheron Horse by Jayne

The Percheron Horse is a breed of heavy draft horse which originated in the Perche Valley region of France. In the Middle Ages, they were used as war horses because of their size and bulk.  Since that time, they have pulled heavy stage coaches, and, when the railroad was introduced, they switched to farm duty and heavy labor.  In more recent times, efforts have been made to breed a lighter, more elegant Percheron.  Today, they are used in hitches, as well as being ridden and appear in shows under saddle and in harness.

They vary in height from 15 to 19 hands high, with the median height being between 16.2 - 17.3 hands high.  They weigh an average of 1900 lbs, but can weigh up to 2600 lbs.

They are generally black or grey in color.

They are known to be of good temperament and very "easy keepers." They can adapt well to either a pasture or stable environment, although, as with all horses, regular turnout and exercise will help keep them physically and mentally healthy.

As with any horse, regular grooming will help keep their coat and mane and tail in good condition and will help the owner find any problems or irregularities before they become serious.

Regular hoof care and trimming is essential - usually on a six to eight week schedule.

Goliath, the world's tallest horse is a Percheron gelding standing 19.1 hands and weighing 2500 lbs. He goes through 18 pounds of Pilgrim's Pride Grain, 40 pounds of Coastal Bermuda hay and 20 gallons of water a day.

You can see photos of my horse, Star, who is a Percheron, on my website at http://www.geocities.com/jaynep12002/horses.htm

Jayne  

Happy Birthday Ciara!

OK, I am a week late but

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CIARA!

Mummy was very sick all week and we couldn't go out in da car like she promised on my birthday but she took me out the next day and we went to PetStock where she bought me a new fleecy jacket to keep me warm and a squeaky toy dog for me to bite and chew and pull apart!! I had the best time! And I saw peoples! Then we went to Nanny and Poppies and I ran around their yard and it was sooooooooooooooo much fun!  I was so tired by the end of it I needed another nap.  Happy Birthday to me.

This is Ciara sporting her new jacket with her fluffy squeaky dog.



Yep...Ra has a "hoodie"!  lol  She's a trendy pooch!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Wag'n Tails - Moon

I so love me!
 
In the morning, I get to crawl into a lovely, big warm bed. If I don't get my morning cuddles from mummy, well how can you expect me to start my day?
 
It all seems the same but I don't care.
Can I ever have too many naps during the day? I don't think so. I can sleep anywhere - the couch, my lovely sheepskin, in the bed with my head lovingly nuzzled into mummy's pillow. Even in the computer room, curled up on daddy's chair if I must, just so I can be near mummy.
 
If I'm lucky, some days I get a special trip.
When mummy gets my leash off the hook, I just know it's going to be one of those days! Yay for me! And my new carrier - I can see everything out the side now. No more yucky plastic bars for this kitty! Oh I love to go visiting with my 'nanny'. She feeds me, gives me pats & even lets me sleep in her linen cupboard. I try not to scratch the couch, though I swear it calls my name sometimes. Those days, I sure get in trouble but if I'm good (how could I not be?) I get to go visiting again:)
 
Oh is there any better time of the day than dinner time?
I'm fast & quick. Sometimes, I have to remind mummy when to feed me. None of this late dinner stuff - if it's 5, it's dinner time! I always sit & wait like a good boy but it's so hard. Mmmmm I wonder what I'm getting tonight?
 
I am so spoilt!
My sissy doesn't get as many cuddles as I do, but I am the baby. She runs & hides - how can I get cuddles if I do that? You would think she'd know how the cuddle thing works by now. All I have to do is sit there, meow, rub a few knees & I'm in for the evening. I can lay on the couch & snuggle up as long as I want to.
 
Well, at least until mummy & daddy go to bed.
Then it's play time!
Ooooo what can I break tonight?
I so rule this place!

...Malcolm

Wag'n Tails - Bobbi

Hello all of you Petlovers,
My Mom is one of your members.
Everyone in this house has had a chance to speak their mind but me.
Well it is my turn. My name is Duke Samson Zermane, duke for royalty. I am not the youngest fur man in this house but I do get treated that way. I turned 3 years old in January. I am a quiet puppy well, okay dog. I just like to sit around and be nice and wait for things to happen. Thing do happen. As mommy would say "life Happens" hehe. 
I am finally able to get mommy off this computer long enough to write something to you. As I  sit here typing my mommy is rubbing my head, ohhhh yes, rub it some more. I love that,.Hey mom get my other shoulder now.   Ewww yes, that is so special.  Can I give you kisses. No why not, I love my mommy. Ha ha, I got you mommy, I love to give sloppy kisses to my mommy.
 
Well anyway, Mickey is tearing up his bed now He grabs it and throws it around makes dust fly. Mommy just vacuumed the floor too.
I have 4 sibling pets and a mommy and a daddy. My real Mommy and Daddy were Cocker spaniels   too and that makes a real bred Cocker Spaniel but they say I am special because my Mommy and Daddy were different colors and I came out Chocolate and white with chocolate freckles. I am a pretty boy and I know it. Of course my mommy and daddy tell me that all the time,. when they aren't calling me Samson.  Other time they call me Sam when they aren't yelling at me because I  run off.
 
  But I always come back home. Mickey now, that is different, he has it made in this house but he stays away for hours if he gets off his leash.
He even lost his license and rabies tag so he is not allowed to drive any more. So mommy keeps him tied on his chain and when he goes in the car he usually goes in the back seat, Only us licensed pups are allowed to be in the front seat where the driver sits. But I usually sit in back with Mickey so he isn't lonely. See I am an easy to get along with dog,
I know mommy and daddy won't give me away. I just let gas and mommy and daddy and Mickey don't like it. lol ha-ha. Mickey is barking at me to leave the room but I say he can leave the room. I think Mommy is fixin' to leave and Daddy already did.  Woooo!
 
While everyone else is out of the room,I will let you in on a secret if you promise not to tell anyone I said this.
Mickey was such a bad puppy that when he 6 months old he had already went through 3 homes and was homeless and trying not to get shot by the last Daddy.  So my Mommy and Daddy decided to give him a home.  They rescued him, now this was before my time and it might be hearsay but I did hear them say, he was abused.
 
 He now bites Mommy and Daddy when they try to take their cell phones or shoes or other stuff that is not his back from him. He even tries to bite Mommy when she gets in bed. They think he is scared from his abuse so they will keep him just to save him from being killed elsewhere.  I think he is just a spoiled brat. He is only 2 since January and remember I am 3 and I came to live  with them one year ago on the 18th of April.  
 
 I have calmed him down some. I am bigger than him and he thought they brought in "the big guns" when I arrived and you might say that is true.  I am training him to be a dog. See we know we are not humans and we have dog people and cat people for parents. They don't feed us off  the table, we only get carrots and apples sometimes. We get our regular dog food with no red dye. Mickey has an allergy and he needs good dog food.  So Mommy and Daddy go to Sam's club and bye the good  stuff with Lamb and rice and peas and veggies. and it is yummy. They also get us treats but only Chicken treats now since they don't know if Mickey is allergic to beef. 
Well now I want to say a few words about the cats, my 2 sisters and 1 brother.
 
Beebee is about  7 yrs old  and she is jet black. They called her Beebee because she is a big brat, she is so stuck up since I came to the house and won't play with any of us. Mommy says it is because she is old and tired. She calls her Black Beauty but I know the true story of the B's .Well, it takes one to know one. lol Sorry Mom, oops don't tell her I said that. Anyway, after Beebee there is Angel, a tortoiseshell color,and she is about 5 yrs old,   I think., She is very sweet and will play but her and Mickey are best buddies and I don't get to play too much when we are outside because she runs away.
Tony is a Blue point Siamese and thinks he is royalty, hey his name isn't Duke Samson nope that is me.
So I think that says it all. I am royalty not him. hehe.
Tony is about 4 yrs old I think. Cannot think right now but anyway, I can ask Mom or Dad later if you really want to know.
Mickey gets Tony in a choke hold and Tony asks for more. He has an ear infection right now so mommy has to put drops in his ears every day. She does mine once a week but every day, whoa! I hate the feel of that stuff in my ears.
 
When I try to get  in on the playing Daddy yells "Stop it" and says "Mickey and Tony are playing so don't scare him."   Well, if Mickey doesn't scare him when he clamps his teeth on his head how could I scare him. Mommy doesn't like it when Mickey plays rough with Tony, but Tony asks for it. He bugs Mickey until he starts on him.
I guess I have finally had my say on this family  so I will not boar you anymore.  Just wait until Mickey hears that I was writing for so long.  He is asleep now so he doesn't know what I am doing.  He gets so jealous of me.  If I want to sit with mommy or Daddy he has to come sit with them too.  I do it to him too, but I am not jealous, Nope, not me.
Mommy is coming and she wants to play on the computer with her paint shop pro so I have to go back outside and watch Daddy clean up the yard. I can give him some new stuff to clean up too. ha-ha.
 
Wow, Daddy just came in and brought Mickey's tags to mommy, he found them when he was raking the yard.  He lost them in November before the snow came. Darn it now he can drive the car again.  He should still sit in back with me.
 
Bye for now,
Sir Duke Samson of Zermane 

Wag'n Tails - Jayne

Hi Stina and everyone,
 
My name is Missy and I live with my mummy and her new hubby, as well seven other cats, including my real daddy and my brothers.
 
My mummy will tell you I'm a very special kitty because I nearly died when I was a baby.  If it hadn't been for my mummy's friend back then, who hand fed me every two hours, I wouldn't have made it.  I've turned into a very beautiful cat, even if I do say so myself. I'm very petire, unlike my stinky brothers and I have long grey and white fur. I think the curls in my ears are especially cute.  I love to lick myself clean and if mummy lets me, I like to lick her face too,.  She keeps complaining about my rough tonque, but I think she should feel honored that I am grooming her.
 
Let me tell you, it's not easy being the only girl cat around here!  I get upset sometimes when my stinky brother, Bandit, stares at me and I have to hiss and screech at him and mummy comes to make him stop. My younger brother, Baggie, likes to chase me sometimes, which isn't fun. I hiss and screech at him and mummy comes and makes him stop.
 
I'm getting my new daddy trained - each morning he gives me a saucer of milk, but it takes several minutes of me reminding him, by winding around his feet while he's making his morning coffee and meowing loudly at him.  Eventually he takes the hint and gets the saucer out.  If I plan it right, I can get mummy to give me some milk before she goes to work, and then get daddy to give me some more milk when he gets up!
 
My birthday is at the beginning of March and I and  four of my brothers will be 8. I don't like having to share the birthday party, but mummy and daddy try to make sure we all get a special treat on our birthday. Uncle Merlin and Uncle Panther don't  know when their birthday is, so they get to choose when they have their party, but that's okay because they share their treats too.
 
Oh well, time for my nap now, before mummy comes home from work.
 
Missy

Wag'n Tails - Bobbi

Hi RaRa,
Sounds like you know how to get to your mommy,
My name is Mickey and I think we should get together.
I like to go outside and run all over the yard.
But Samson will do you one better, he will dig up the yard and get it really muddy for you.  '
I like to break my runner chain and get away from here sometimes.
But Samson can go out in the evening without a chain. Lucky dog, Well, he is a goody two shoes, that is why he gets privileges, he will work for brownie points and then because he doesn't run away he gets to stay outside and run around.
 
Not me though, you might say I am the bad boy in this house.  I got away one night at  about 2 AM and went to the graveyard next door to our house,(cool place)  and didn't come home for an hour or s0 and  I was laying under a tree up on the hill from the house looking down at home and Mom and dad were arguing and mom got in the car and came looking for me.  I heard her call for me so I came over to the church parking lot and started to play a game  with her. She doesn't like my games at 3 AM. Especially not in the graveyard.lol  So cool.. After about 5 times of mom getting out of the car and walking over to me to get me in the car and me running away she kept saying "get in this car now! " Well she finally gave up and let me win the game so I got to follow her car back down over the hill to our driveway.  She was so loving to me when she got me in the house and Dad said "You said you wanted to give him away now look what you did. "  Well she had to admit that she loved me and didn't want to give me away after all. Even though I bite her sometimes, I was touched. I slept so good that night while mom lay awake in pain from being out in the cold to get me.
 
So Rara, if you want to come over , we can sneak out and go next door to the graveyard to play.  Mom won't walk up the hill through the woods at night and that is why she went to find me in the car. Now if she would have left that car turned of I may have got closer and got in. But she said she was cold.

Love
Mickey

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Happy Easter

A message from Stina and Ciara...


Tuesday, April 7, 2009

April Birthdays

We have TWO birthdays this month!
So please join us in celebrating with

Angel's Westie - 1st April
(name not known yet)

and

Ciara - 28th April
(Stina's owner)

A big Happy Wag'n Birthday to you both!

If your pet's birthday falls within this month, please let me know and I will add them. If you do not know when your pet's birthday is (as some are not known, I know) then just do what I did with my previous pooch - choose the date (or month) they came to live with you. Because in a sense that IS their birthday - when their lives truly began.

Woofs n' meows
Stina and Tootypup

Monday, April 6, 2009

Wag'n Tails - Stina

Dear Human Friends,
 
Firstly...let me make one thing perfectly clear. I AM HUMAN! I don't think I'm human - I KNOW I'm human!
 
1. I do not live outside - because I'm human;
2.  I do not sleep outside - because I'm human;
3. I do not sleep in a kennel - because I'm human;
4. I do not sleep on a doggy bed (perish the thought) - because I'm human;
5. I do not eat dog food - because I'm human;
6. I DO live indoors - because I'm human;
7. I DO sleep indoors - because I'm human;
8. I DO share my bed with mummy and daddy - because I'm human and I'm their CHILD;
9. I am kind enough to share the couch with everyone - because I'm human;
10. I DO eat REAL food like chicken fillets, steak and sausages - because I'm human;
11. I love the car - because I'm human;
12. I love people - because I'm human;
13. All visitors that come to this house come to see ME - because I'm human and this is MY house;
14. And I can write this to you - because I'm human!!
 
So....do we make ourselves clear??  We understand each other then?  I AM NOT A DOG - I AM HUMAN. I even have a human name.  Not Fifi, Rover or Fido. My name is Ciara.  A human name.  I am even the crowned princess of this palace - HRH Lady Princess Ciara is my full title - but you can just call me Ciara.
 
Now if I WERE a dog I would be a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. I am 3 years old - turning 4 this month - YAY! Happy birthday to me!
I love everything and everyone!  Although I don't like baths and mummy so kindly gave me one today, then threatened me with another because now I smell like Pinetarsol which is yukky, but I still don't want another bath.  What I DO want is walkies....in the car!  Car is friend.  I go everywhere in the car.  Mummy goes to the shops, I go too.  Mummy goes collecting brochures, I go too.  Mummy goes Avon delivering, I go too. See the car is MINE too!  Mummy is my chauffeur. I sit in the back just as all royalty does and I simply lap it up.  *sigh* I love the car.
 
My favourite colour is RED! I love everything red.  Even MY car is red! Although my other car is blue the one I ride in the most is red.  Red is fun!  Mummy bought me a sausage dog that squeaks and it is RED!  I love it! I bite it and chew it and pull its ears off and then the stuffing....it's so much fun!  And all the while it squeaks.  I even have a chicken that has a removable belly which is also red, but why would I want to to remove the belly?  One, it's red, and two, it has a squeaker in there too! And I love squeaky things!  I have lots of toys, most of which are red....but I love rope!  Mummy and I play rope and the time and I tug and tug at it and growl, but it's just fun.  I would never hurt mummy.  Daddy plays tug with me too with my Kong Wubba toy and even my chicken.  He grabs one end in his mouth just like me, and I grab the other and we tug and pull and see who wins.  It's so much fun!!
 
Dinners are always exciting at my place.  Although I'm a tad confused as to when dinner time is now that daylight savings has ended. Mummy gives me chicken, rice and veges and they are so yum!!  She even sprinkles some liver sprinkles on top!  YUMMO!  And if mummy forgets to close the sliding door to the main part of the house, I usually manage to sneak in and stretch out on MY bed.  Always like a nap after dinner.  Mummy tries to coax me off but I just roll over on my back for bellyrubs and say "Aren't I cute mum?"  And then, mummy serves dinner for her and daddy and I'm off the bed in a flash!  I go from mummy to daddy at the table, hoping for titbits.  Their dinner always smells so yum.  I usually stick my head under daddy's arm and poke my nose through to spy what's on his plate.  *sigh* Gotta love me!
 
And then at the end of the day, I'm exhausted!  I try and tell mummy when it's bedtime but she's usually busy, so I take myself off to bed if she has left the door open.  But after a while it's not the same without mummy there....so I get up again and come and see if she's ready yet. She usually isn't and I end up napping at her feet. But the moment she moves, I'm up like a flash!  She always takes me out for a last pee of the night, but with the grass as long as it is, I'm reluctant to trek through that jungle.  Sometimes she carries me to the shorter grass but I just turn round and run back down the steps again....prancing over the longer grass.  Mummy puts her hands on her hips and calls me a little minx. hehehe But she wuvs me. After all, how can you resist me?
 
Then we climb into bed.  I hardly give mummy a chance to get comfy when I'm up on the bed and between her legs with my head on her thigh - it's a comfy pillow my furry friends....mark my word - try it, you'll see!  And then she has the audacity to wriggle and fidget while I, HRH Lady Princess Ciara, am trying to sleep!  Doesn't she know this is MY bed and I am kind enough to allow her to sleep there?  What a fidget she can be...I have give her a kick now and then just to remind her who's boss. And when she's moving into MY personal space.  Us Princesses need our space when sleeping. We like to stretch out.  I just wish mummy would remember that sometimes...sheesh! It really is tough training these humans, isn't it?
 
Anyway...I must go. Royal duties to attend to and all... Catch ya all soon!


Wag'n Tails - Dusty

Dear Mom,
 
It seems like a long time since I sat down to write.  Ever since you gave me up for adoption, my life has been one of survival.  Please don't feel guilty, I know you had no choice, but some days are just worse than others I guess.
 
The poodle in this household can't control himself.  The humans call him Merlin, but I call him "Murray the monster".  I can't walk around here in peace any more.  He seems to think that my appearance in a room means I'm there for a chase!  I must say though, it's helping me keep my youthful figure.  Can you believe it's been six years already when I was born!
 
Zar, the king size dog, is still my favorite one in the house.  At least he greets me with a tail wag & doesn't slobber on me if he comes close.
 
Ren, the hairless dog I told you about, is getting old and blind.  I've been having great fun pouncing on her while she's asleep in her basket.  Sort of makes me feel better watching her jump and snarl.  Of course I have to get out of the way after doing so, 'cause one of the humans or the "Monster" always get after me for doing it.
 
The old cat, Spook, still lives...amazing!  He must be 100 years old by now.  I can almost hear his bones creaking!
 
I'm just thankful the horse is too big to come indoors.  Can you imagine what that would be like!!!
 
Well, I've gotta go.  Got lots of washing to do.  Gotta keep myself presentable you know.

Oh and I have a new cat toy I have to bat around and make noise with, but I'm saving that until the humans have gone to bed.  That'll tick them off....
 
Your loving daughter
Maia
3rd in the litter of 7