Terry's Pets

Arne finds his Christmas Stocking


Arne's Most Recent Pics

Mr. Arne enjoyed his 2024 Thanksgiving.
Prior to his daddy departing, he received
turkey topped with a dollop of yogurt.
When his daddy returned later that day,
he got to tangle further the Christmas
lights daddy was trying to untangle.
He found it amusing, daddy not so much.


Ah-h-h...

Grass mowed.  Check.

Edging done.  Check.

Hedges trimmed.  Check.

Time to kick back with a
glass of something cold.

Dog in lap.  Check.

Life is good.   Check.
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My Arne Loves Sonic!

Arne says, 
Arne at Sonic
orders his Tater Tots

"I love riding in Daddy's truck to the Sonic whenever he's done working in the yard.  It's our reward!

First, we go to see Mr. Carwash (an evil monster that tries to attack us while we're in the truck) and then we go to Sonic. 

At Sonic Daddy lets me order my Tater Tots and I get patted on the head by cute girls who bring us our food."



Below you'll find my
  • Farm Animals

    Scroll beyond them to find my

  • House Dogs


Farm Animals

Meet Cinnamon & Coco
A set of twins born during a
torrential rainstorm.
 

WALTER

is the grandpappy in my family of
Tennessee Fainting Goats
we have in the pasture.  As you know,
these are characterized by myotonia congenita,
a hereditary condition that causes them to 
"lock up and fall over"
when excited or startled.

It can be quite humorous!

As you see in the pic,

Walter is one of the few of us --  

including myself -- 

who actually 

enjoys Kale!

Pictured here also are MARTHA and HENRIETTA.


Ralph my rooster.
Thinks he's hotstuff!



Tina and Alice my girls
strutting their stuff!
 House Dogs

Arne



January 2021 I drove with my friend Chad to Corsicana to pick up the new addition to my home 

- my 6 wk. old long-haired dachshund
that I named Arne!

Arne is the most affectionate dog I've ever owned.  I love him so much!

He is the first one at the bottom of the litter

pictured below.





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In Memoriam

Gone, but not forgotten.

Brutus my Schnauzer

Mr. J.J. my Jack Russell

Boo my Lhasa Apso

Mueller my Lhasa Apso

Me with Roger my German Shepherd



HENNY PENNY
 was my pet chicken as a child.   The hen lived to about 8 or 9 years before passing - likely of a heart attack I caused.  Each day when I went out to feed, the other chickens would scurry to a corner in the chickenyard, but not Henny Penny!  She'd come right up to my feet and squat and sit.  After broadcasting a can full of chicken feed for the others, I would then kneel and she'd eat from the palms of my hands.  

She grew to be quite large.  When I was around 13 she died.  I buried her in our pet cemetery and made a wooden cross for her grave and today a white stone can be found along the west fence line of the pasture where she was laid. 

 
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Bonus Pet Pics:

Boo:






Brutus:



Boo loved driving my Miata.

Boo's 3rd birthday.

Arne:

Coming home after our snip-snip at the Vet office.






No, Arne, you can't put Mr Blue Dog in the oven
with daddy's King Ranch casserole!

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Terry’s “Good Living” Guide:

Body:
Avoid the 3 PsBsSs
Processed Foods, Phthalates, Plastics;
Beef, Butter, Breads;
Sedentary activities, Sugars, Salt.
Trust me,
you’ll be feeling better in no time!

Mind & Spirit:
Avoid the 3 F’s
Manufactured in these mediums are
misinformation, fear, anger and hate!

JOIN ME IN ENSURING AN EDUCATED CITIZENRY!

JOIN ME IN ENSURING AN EDUCATED CITIZENRY!

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