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The Walters' Animals

Some time back there was a thread where people posted pics of their pets, but at the time, I didn't participate. After looking through some pics tonight, I'm feeling a little sentimental and thought I might post a few.

Rhea (Border Collie/German Shepherd mix) - My best friend. Day or night, she'll catch that frisbee.

Rhea and Bitsie (Miniature Doberman) - We lost Bitsie to diabetes here a while back. She was as sharp as a tack and also a great friend.

Bandit (Strawberry Malamute) - Neighbors poisoned and killed him

Bandit relaxin'

Rhea with Cammy (Calico barn cat) - Cammy is about to have her second litter but was just a kitten here. They are staring at Cutie (another barn cat that was scared of Rhea)

Rhea and Pauli - Got Pauli the from the vet the day Bandit died there

Comanche (paint) & Baby Doll (bay) - Rotten horses

Comanche saddled up

Comanche - dirty as hell but hungry nonetheless. He's always hungry.

Rhea and Pauli tonight as I write - Bedtime

For some reason, I don't have pictures of Cutie (a gray cat with white socks - also a barn cat). I'll snap one next time I see her.

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Dang bro, got half the ark...

Haha. Quite a little community, looks cool.

They're all individuals too with their own personalities...

Rhea is a sweetheart that pines when I'm gone. She makes peace with other animals quicker than any other I've seen. She responds to hand signals, and doesn't listen to anyone but me (She'll come when my dad calls her but that's the extent of it).

Bitsie loved to catch tennis balls, would kill the shit out of a squirrel, and thought I was one of her pups.

Pauli is a superb hunter and a part-time loner that loves her belly rubbed.

Bandit was a rascal that loved the cold weather and licked all the way across your damn face when he gave sugars.

Cammy is a sweet cat that doesn't put up with any shit and will whoop the hell out of & run off the neighbors' dogs.

Baby Doll is a is just that - a doll. She loves to get scratched, but doesn't like to be groomed while she's eating.

Comanche acts like he'll bite you, but he's never actually bitten anyone to my knowledge. He'll knicker to greet you when he hears you come outside, and he likes to hang out by himself (whereas Baby Doll goes to chill with the neighbor's horses). He loves barns and doesn't like the rain.

Cutie is a wilder cat that only lets me and my Dad pet her. She mostly stays to herself. She's pregnant again, too.

Awwwwww.... OMG !! Dare I say: Homestead Envy!! ,o)

those bastards!! WhoTF would murder a beauty like Bandit?? .o(

were they arrested? did they compensate? you kick their ass in an MMA octogon??

they're sooooooooooo beautiful.

seeing that potential workload at the homestead, thanks for making the time to share your enlightening thoughts on DP!

Predictions in due Time...

"Let it not be said that no one cared, that no one objected once it's realized that our liberties and wealth are in jeopardy." - Dr. Ronald Ernest Paul

There was no way to prove it...

I came home one day, and he was laying in the middle of the yard barely alive. When I got him to the vet, he was dehydrated and bleeding internally (from his lungs, his rectum, etc - which suggests rat poison).

The wife worked at nights and was constantly getting up and screaming at the top of her lungs for their dogs to shut up. They had ~5 dogs. She seemed to despise them from the way she talked to them. The husband and daughter were mentally handicapped and seemed to be good people.

The day Bandit died, the husband came over later that evening (on his own accord) acting very distressed and tried to suggest that, perhaps, some neighborhood kids poisoned him. However, I've lived on this street for several years, and I know the kids. Subsequently, he came over 2 or 3 more times in the following days, inquiring about Bandit, the thoughts of the vet on the issue, etc. I could tell he was feeling guilty as hell.

His wife was a hag, however. That bitch killed Bandit. Either that, or she ordered her mentally handicapped husband or daughter to do it.

They moved the next month.

That's horrid.

The husband sounds like a decent fellow, the wife, a witch. (and I don't mean Wiccan, I mean wicked!)

"Hence, naturally enough, my symbol for Hell is something like the bureaucracy of a police state or the office of a thoroughly nasty business concern." ~~C.S. Lewis
Love won! Deliverance from Tyranny is on the way! Col. 2:13-15

that's horrible!! luck of the draw with neighbors... .o/

well, on the brightside, good thing they moved away.

she's probably signed up with the local PD; her canine-murder streak should qualify her just fine.

Predictions in due Time...

"Let it not be said that no one cared, that no one objected once it's realized that our liberties and wealth are in jeopardy." - Dr. Ronald Ernest Paul

I reserve the "C word" for special occasions...

but that lady qualifies as a cunt in my book.


apropos, indeed.

Predictions in due Time...

"Let it not be said that no one cared, that no one objected once it's realized that our liberties and wealth are in jeopardy." - Dr. Ronald Ernest Paul

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DailyPaul pets thread...


Proclaim LIBERTY throughout all the land unto all the inhabitants thereof

Pauli REALLY knows how to


She's a chill cat...

She talks too much though. It's always meow this or meow that.

She'll kill the hell out of some mice too. I had to get onto her for killing the baby birds though earlier this Spring.

We once had a high strung

cat named "Fly Girl". She was an adult but only weighed six pounds. However, she was fond of bringing in 1 pound rats and decapitating them in front of us. We ultimately lost her when we moved and she freaked out and ran away.

That's too bad...

I don't think I have anything to worry about with Pauli. She loves ol' Rhea. I've never known a cat to love a dog that much.

When I was a kid, our

half Cocker Spaniel/Half Poodle "Buttons" just adored our little kitten "Bows", and vice versa. As Bows grew up, he would play for hours with Buttons, swatting his floppy ears, and sticking his paws in his mouth while Buttons play acted chewing on them, while making soft growling sounds. They remained friends long after Bows grew up, but the playing ended.

Then a tragedy. Bows got run over by a car, and Buttons just walked over to his crushed body and sat there sniffing it for half an hour before he gave up and realized it wasn't going to move again. It reminds me a little of that gorilla in the zoo that they got a kitten companion for. That kitten got run over by a car and the gorilla grieved for a long time.

That's terrible...

poor dog.


Thanks for sharing.

I had a collie as a kid, they are insanely smart.

Bandit reminds me a lot of my two Huskies.

That is despicable about him being poisoned. How did you find out? Was there any recourse you could pursue?

*Advancing the Ideas of Liberty Daily*

See above...

Wasn't really anything I could do about it. Although I knew pretty much what happened, I couldn't prove it.

The first instinct was revenge, but that would have gotten me nowhere fast.

great pics

I just knew you were a dog lover :)

“The welfare of the people in particular has always been the alibi of tyrants.” — Albert Camus

I get along with pretty near any type of animal...

However, I don't think that I'll ever be without a dog.

As of late, I've been thinking about heading over to the pound to get another puppy. Rhea will be jealous at first, but she could use some company when I'm at work.

Love it


They're all beautiful, but what animal isn't. Sorry for your loss of Bandit. Thanks for sharing them with us.

Appreciate it...