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Ruphus
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RE: December 13 (in reply to Anders Eliasson)
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Reminds me of a nightmare, in which I was running from some mafia guys or so. Had my cat with me, and at a point was forced to just hide him somewhere. Found a lose plank in the floor and put the cat in the low space beneath the house only to discover that it was crowded with huge rats. The rest of the nightmare was spent with gross fearing about the cat. But when I returned cutie was waiting there and still safe & sound. It was the only nightmare I recall waking up from with a smile. - When you got pets, you need folks you can trust for care. In my case that used to be girl-friends and their girl friends. But when you got noone with a heart at the right spot and some knowledge on how to do, then you are screwed. Like me now. I can´t leave the house for more than a couple of hours ( and that only with asking neighbours to please have a look / keep intruders away from the yard). I love them to bits, but putting up stray dogs has restricted me quite some. Warding off several quarters low-brows, spending a fortune in an out of hand market ( food & vet at about a grand monthly) and tied to the house. Not to mention time consuming procedures to me who on top strongly dislikes obligatories, like cooking their food twice a day. ( Imported instant dry food would cost you around 100 bucks for 3-5 kg, not to even think of canned stuff.) And of the positive side, like taking walks ... nada. Neither can you do that here nor is there any land scape within hundreds of miles that you could be liking to see. A place like in Anders´pics would be covered by plastic bags that would all had tangled in the bushes and trees and the ground would be littered by all kinds of trash. With so much of pieces of glass, nails and wires that you wouldn´t dare let your dog run unleashed. In the warmer season danger from snakes would add to that. Admittedly my doggies I could not let run freely anyway, as they stem from a livestock guarding race, hence would immediately scatter in order to discover the territory large-scale and to make out predators. Anyway, ... How I envy you guys who you have places like that to roam! That´s enjoying life. Even in eventual case of undergoing hard times, when you can walk such scenes and let your brain be blown by natures beauty while your fury friends enjoy all the smells and sights, you still are having something there. I am enjoying the impression from the pictures alone. Love it! - Here a livecam take from the Sierra triste while I´m typing. Ruphus
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