Fantastic Beasts and how we live with them

adorable chinchilla
That would be the noble madame margo, thank you for asking. She rescued at one point by some friends of my mother, but despite their good intentions, she ended up being very neglected as these people regularly took on more than they could handle, so we rescued her from her rescuers and she is now quite happy. She loves graham crackers and is friends with my other beast, shane.
 

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The white one is younger and is very possessive of her. Anyone who touches the grey one has to be approved by the white one.
What an adorable dynamic they are lovely. I interned at a dog grooming place where two of the clients dogs became friends and had something similar, the bodyguard of the pair was very effective at soothing the others kennel anxiety.
 
I live in the inner city, so I obviously don't live with this animal. ;) But I created this image a few years ago.

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It's obviously a parody (the same angle of the tie, the same font etc.), but now I'm a tiny bit afraid that Ms. James's lawyer might sue me for copyright infringement. ;-P
 
I teach embroidery. One of the counted work pieces I designed is achromatic with red accents. I marketed it as Fifty Shades of Gray and a Red. It's an interesting piece, but I think the title is half of what sold it.

I've been gone a couple of weeks now, and dog lonesomeness is beginning to set in. Even though my daughter and family have a nice little dog, I particularly miss my Giant Puppy.
 
This is Jyn!
Very praise motivated. Loves to do a good job. loves hugs. loves all kinds of people (has even followed a random stranger into their house and made herself at home on their couch 🥴 ). Loves other animals and will often "mother" them. we got her from animal control when she was 8months old
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RIP sweet girl
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Back in the old place, I posted a short story in the workshop about a dog's arrival into the lives of a retired couple. Fictional, but based on a couple of things that are possibly close enough to reality to be discomforting. It ended with this line:

He’s worked me out, though, throwing surreptitious glances as he curls at Anne’s feet of an evening, declaring, within his limited vocabulary, that he is not the first mutt she has rescued.

I mention this now because my wife was travelling with our daughter's partner's father in his car today and, having noticed something odd in passing, insisted he turn the car to check out and then come to the assistance of this young German Shepherd who'd got himself into quite a pickle, stuck between the rails of this gate with spikey bars just under his abdomen. She flagged down another couple of cars and the newly assembled team managed to free the dog and return him to safety.



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