First, when the couple’s son brought home a pitbull, the mother (who was skeptical of having a pitbull in the home) didn’t make him get rid of Titan right away. Instead, she fell in love with him.
Second, Titan later saves this woman’s life.
Third, the sheriff recognizing that there are so few good stories about pitbulls, awarded Titan with a medal.
You just can’t beat that can you?
Sorry I couldn’t embed the video. (There appears to be something wrong with the station’s code.) But, here’s the link to the news story. It’s a good one to watch.
My very first apartment had a lot of amenities I liked – a deck, off-street parking, a huge living room and a large bedroom with a huge closet. It also had something else… a ghost cat. I know. It sounds crazy doesn’t it?
The first time I knew I had a ghost cat was soon after I moved in. I was laying in bed, about to fall asleep, when I felt little cat paws walk up along the side of my body, alongside my leg, and then knead the mattress right next to my hip and lay down. I remember lying there frozen with fear. Did I just imagine that? Was I half asleep and just dreaming it? Was I losing my mind? It kind of freaked me out. The only way I could sleep that night was to tell myself that I had imagined it.
Over time I would come to realize that it wasn’t a dream. I really did have a ghost cat. And, he would often sleep by my side after kneading the mattress. Even after I got my two real cats, Nick and Sebastian, he would come up on the bed and follow the same old routine of walking along the side of my body, kneading the mattress and then curling up beside me. For some reason, it never seemed to bother my cats that there was another kitty, not to mention a ghost kitty, sleeping on my bed.
When I moved to a different apartment across town my ghost cat came with me. His routine was always the same and I began to find his presence comforting.
I once told my mother and sister about my ghost cat, but they just rolled their eyes and tried to humor me. They didn’t believe in ghosts. But I knew that what I was experiencing was real.
When I started traveling for business, my sister would come to stay with my cats so she could give Sebastian his insulin injection in the morning. One evening, I called her to see how my cats were doing and she informed me that she had had a visit from my ghost cat. She told me that the previous evening she had been almost asleep when she felt the little cat paws walking up from the end of the bed and then start to knead. She had assumed it was Nick or Sebastian, but when she looked, both cats were already sleeping next to her. I think she was a little freaked out by the whole thing, but it was nice to have some validation.
Somewhere along the way, my ghost cat just disappeared. I have often wondered what made him go. Was it the new bed and mattress that did it? He seemed to disappear right about that time. Or, did he just find someone else that needed his comforting more? I like to think it was the latter. How nice to think that he moved on to help someone else that needed him.
Have you ever had an experience with a ghost pet of your own?
Recently, I mentioned that Daisy and Jasper would be getting professional pictures taken. I was really looking forward to it because as I mentioned in a previous post, I have rarely been able to get a great picture of Daisy. She is a gorgeous dog, but because of a past mistake, she is now afraid of cameras.
I warned Jessica of Chocolate Moose Images about Daisy’s fear of cameras (I didn’t want her to be too disappointed if she couldn’t capture any good ones of Daisy), but she assured me that she was up for the challenge. And, she was. :)
She was awesome with both Daisy and Jasper, taking the time to just get to know them and make them feel more comfortable.
Jess had already scoped out a location in my area of town and suggested we meet there. I was blown away by beauty of the place she had chosen. I never even knew this little park existed! It had ponds, a forest, a walking path, and a wooden foot bridge that spanned between the two ponds. The walking path was littered with lots of colorful fall leaves. It was beautiful… and perfect.
I’ll let you decide how the photo session went, but if it gives you any idea, I still can’t decide which ones to I like best. Jasper, of course, was a more than willing participant, Daisy less so, but I still think Jess caught some good ones of her too. Of course, there was the added surprise of Daisy deciding to jump into one of the ponds and paddle around, swimming for only the second time in her life, and then her running through the woods only to reappear with burrs in her coat and paws full of mud. But, you know what? I didn’t care. It just added to the experience. My thanks to Jessica for the great pictures. I hope you enjoy the slide show.
By the way, not only is Jess a great photographer, but she is also a really nice person. I was so impressed with how she interacted with Daisy and Jasper. If you would like some awesome photos of you, your dogs or your little ones (i.e., babies, toddlers, etc.) contact Jess via her website, Chocolate Moose Images , or through email. You can also follow her on her Facebook Fan page. I also recommend checking out her blog.
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I’ve been looking for a way to share a few of my recent dog park photos.
I don’t know about your neck of the woods, but here in Minnesota the fall colors have been amazing. The sunsets have been spectacular. The dog park has been a great spot to get a little of the fall colors and sunsets all in one. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
When I was 15 years old, I had a Sheltie named Alicia. We did everything together – walking, training, playing, sleeping and just hanging out. We were inseparable. We were also very connected. Our bond was so deep and strong that when I left for college, it broke both our hearts when I had to leave her behind. She had been my constant companion for four years. Not having her with me at college was really, really hard. I know from my mom that she missed me too.
One night, in my sophomore year, I had a dream about Alicia. In my dream, Alicia was really, really sick and the veterinarian kept saying that if she didn’t have surgery, she would die. I woke up with such a strong feeling of dread that I almost started to cry. I tried to shake it off and tell myself that it was just a dream. But, I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong.
By afternoon, the feeling of dread was so strong that I gave in and called home. My bother answered the phone. I asked him if Alicia was okay and he said that she was fine. I told him about my dream and my concern that something was wrong with her. He reassured me that she was there with him and seemed to be just fine. I reluctantly hung up the phone and headed off to class with that same sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. The feeling that something was seriously wrong just would not leave me.
Two evenings later, my mom called me. She told me that she had taken Alicia into the vet because she had been bleeding. It turns out that Alicia (who had never been spayed) had an infection in her uterus. The vet told my mother that if she did not have surgery, she would die. Thankfully, my mother paid for the surgery. She waited until after the surgery was over to call me knowing that I would have freaked out and wanted to come home immediately.
I remember crying like crazy when she told me. I just KNEW something had been wrong. Even after all these years, I still remember that experience. It was as strong a feeling as I have ever had about anything, including a pet. And although I have never had that kind of psychic experience with a pet ever again, I wonder if anyone else has had similar experience with their pet? I’d love to hear about it.
By the way, Alicia went on to fully recover and lived until the ripe old age of 15 years. We remained bonded until the very end and I was with her when it was time to say goodbye.