RUCRAYZE
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O K, I revise my statement-Me living in Hawaii with my cats, beer, and my Elio!BEER, beer is always better.....
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Ekh
Elio Addict
A rat?
Ekh
Elio Addict
Gotta say, I love the gogglesOur three. Dora, the crafty one, Roscoe, old go along get along, and Zanna, the crazy one. In these shots, Dora is fitted out for a ride in the Miata, Roscoe fell asleep while he was stretching, and Zanna shows off her "crazy stare". They might be idiots, but they're our idiots...
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BilgeRat
Elio Addict
She HATES them... :-)
RKing
Elio Addict
<<< Thats Pookie, She lives with Gusgus,Jasmine, and Steeve. Oh, and there are 2 college age kids and Wifey too. They all think I'm the pet 
tazairforce
Elio Addict
I'd Rather have a 3 footed Elio, as a Pet!!!!
It would'nt cost much to feed nor stay inside and mess up the carpet.
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RUCRAYZE
Elio Addict
I think of you as a pet, if that helps......
Lil4X
Elio Addict
Our rescue Maltese, Sissy:
Eight pounds of fluff came from a drug dealer who raised pit bulls for fighting. When we got her she was almost bald, badly undernourished from neglect, and probably wouldn't have lasted another month. Sis learned to bark furiously when she was hungry - so she survived on an occasional french fry when her druggie household happened to enjoy a moment of sobriety. Her mate died a month before we took her - of similar circumstances.
We took her in, and with help from her vet, fed her up, cleaned up her coat, and she regained her health, thinking for the past 14 years that she's still a pup. This furball at first didn't want to be left alone and would snooze contentedly on a folded towel next to my keyboard as I worked on Saturday mornings while the rest of the household slept in. Anything for human contact, demanding with a growl a periodic scratch from me. After a few months, she realized we weren't leaving and doesn't mind being left alone for hours. She's totally unafraid of anything, even slept through a major hurricane . . . but is terrified of riding in the car. This is the only dog I've known who doesn't understand the concept of "play" unless it's with something edible . . . and "fetch" is a totally foreign concept - "You threw it, you go get it!" I think she's really a cat.
Sissy's quite elderly now, and her fearlessness got called a month or two ago when she was attacked by a pit bull and required a dozen or so stitches to put her back together. She healed quickly and is back to sleeping peacefully on any available lap and loving her family. It's been a long and difficult road, but Sissy found a forever home with us. She's earned every bit of affection she gets.
Eight pounds of fluff came from a drug dealer who raised pit bulls for fighting. When we got her she was almost bald, badly undernourished from neglect, and probably wouldn't have lasted another month. Sis learned to bark furiously when she was hungry - so she survived on an occasional french fry when her druggie household happened to enjoy a moment of sobriety. Her mate died a month before we took her - of similar circumstances.
We took her in, and with help from her vet, fed her up, cleaned up her coat, and she regained her health, thinking for the past 14 years that she's still a pup. This furball at first didn't want to be left alone and would snooze contentedly on a folded towel next to my keyboard as I worked on Saturday mornings while the rest of the household slept in. Anything for human contact, demanding with a growl a periodic scratch from me. After a few months, she realized we weren't leaving and doesn't mind being left alone for hours. She's totally unafraid of anything, even slept through a major hurricane . . . but is terrified of riding in the car. This is the only dog I've known who doesn't understand the concept of "play" unless it's with something edible . . . and "fetch" is a totally foreign concept - "You threw it, you go get it!" I think she's really a cat.
Sissy's quite elderly now, and her fearlessness got called a month or two ago when she was attacked by a pit bull and required a dozen or so stitches to put her back together. She healed quickly and is back to sleeping peacefully on any available lap and loving her family. It's been a long and difficult road, but Sissy found a forever home with us. She's earned every bit of affection she gets.
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BilgeRat
Elio Addict
Triple good on you for taking her in. Nobody can tell me that rescued dogs aren't grateful. Roscoe and Zanna came from the local shelter, and Dora's original fate was to end up on the bottom of the Mississippi along with her brother and a rock in a bag... I'm grateful for having them all. :-)