a man suddenly comes to, in a forest with his loyal dog. not knowing how he got there, he begins to walk down the path, dog by his side.
after some time, the man and the dog approach a large gate. shiny and clean. the man calls out to the gate keeper
"What is this place?"
"Why this is Heaven," the gatekeeper says with a welcoming smile. "You were killed in an automobile accident; you've probably forgotten. But welcome; come in."
"Can I get a drink for my friend?"
The gatekeeper frowns sympathetically. "I'm sorry; dogs are not allowed in Heaven."
The man kneels beside his dog and scratches the dog's ear. The dog wags his tail and grins. The man stands up.
"Well," he says, "No thanks. We'll keep walking. Perhaps there's a stream in the wood."
The man and his dog continue on the winding trail until, after a while, they come to a second compound with yet another gate. The gatekeeper comes out to greet them. "Welcome to Heaven," he says.
"Heaven. Hmm. Can I get a drink of water for my friend?"
"Of course, come in."
The three of them pass through the gate. The man says to the gatekeeper, "I don't understand. I stopped at another compound back there, and the gatekeeper said that was Heaven, but no dogs allowed."
"Oh, that's Hell," the gatekeeper says, frowning.
They stop at a running stream and the dog gets his drink.
"Doesn't it bother you that they lie?" the man says.
"Oh we don't mind," the gatekeeper says, "It helps us screen out the folks who would abandon their friends."
NorthEastHiker wrote:Anyone with realistic plans on how to deal with a cat? Piling them all up in a truck and start driving seems to be moving the problem with you versus having an actual solution. Some people for Katrina had to live in shelters for weeks (which I would rather be camping in the winter on a mountain!). I doubt animals were even allowed in but in any event, I don't know how to maintain a cat outside of my house no matter if it were in a shelter, camping or what ever it comes to.
If its <5lbs total, and its good fitting pack on a sturdy animal, then you could use it years without issues. I just fail to see the point in it.
NorthEastHiker wrote:So I have put some more thought in to this and I think I am going to make a "cage" of sorts which will allow my cat to be very comfortable and not feel enclosed.
I will share pictures as it gets developed but the idea is simular to those nets people out on thier decks to allows indoor cats to lounge around outdoors.
It will also be foldable so that its easly put in my truck with the rest of the gear.
The fuzzballs themselves go inside their soft foldable pet carrier with a handle when walking/driving.
This Ferret BOB also works great for shorter camping trips.
Just goes to show you can bug out with more then just cats and dogs. In case of a fire or natural disaster, I don't have to worry that my kids will be ok. In the case of a massive zombie outbreak, I hate to say it but they get set free, with hope they can fend for themselves
Vicarious_Lee wrote:If Nutnfacny were an 8-ounce chicken fried steak, he'd come with 72 ounces of batter around it that you have to slash through to get to it.
raptor wrote:Warmbeer, after Katrina, the animal control people did not under that ferrets were pets (I do not know what rock there were under). Several times the domesticated ferrets approached the animal control asshats and they simple killed them thinking they were wild animals. They assumed the friendly approach by the ferrets was an attack.
Warmbeer wrote:raptor wrote:Warmbeer, after Katrina, the animal control people did not under that ferrets were pets (I do not know what rock there were under). Several times the domesticated ferrets approached the animal control asshats and they simple killed them thinking they were wild animals. They assumed the friendly approach by the ferrets was an attack.
that is just horrible you have to be really REALLY slow to mistake a cute little bouncy ferret as dangerous, what is the saddest part of that is ferrets love people and love to play.....depressing in the extreme
Dark Cloud wrote:
Nick and Mango were the first two. We moved into a house and acquired four cats left to die when the renters behind us abandoned the house, the dog, the cats and their financial responsibilities to the landlord. We also sort of picked up a few more neighborhood cats and when we moved to our current house, we took 5 or 6 with us. That was an adventure and makes me wonder how we would ever bug out with them all in tow.
Dark Cloud wrote:But I know that my atitude, if (heaven forbid) I should have found myself in that situation would have been "If my cat's not good enough for your helicopter, then neither am I!" I would have waved the bird off and sat on the roof with my cat.
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