Now that you mention it, I remember that your current yard was quite neglected when you arrived, tommo47. You've certainly accomplished a lot! It's gratifying, right? I'd love to see pics as the various plants bloom, especially the wisteria.
Pity that you're not allowed pets there. Oh, yes, I know all about the 'never again' pledge [upon losing a treasured pet]...been there, done that...ultimately never stuck to it for more than a few years... But I always also had other pets, not just the one, so since childhood I've never been petless. (That's not a word. Oh well.
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Like you, I'm a cat
and dog person. I'm always annoyed by the 'fighting like cats and dogs' silliness; MY cats and dogs have always been best buddies.
Years ago, things really reached epic proportions when we had five Great Danes and ≈10 cats. All house pets, of course.
Have you got any photos of Little Freddie? I'll bet he was gorgeous too.
Yes I do--millions!--and yes he was.
I loved him sooooo much...I can't even express it in words.
We were just going to get one puppy, but my husband talked me into also taking his sister, the runt of the litter. I named them Freddie Mercury and Queen.
But they went by Little Freddie or the Fredster, and Queenie; their respective weights: 182 and 178 pounds.
I've posted some of this before, and if you feel like I'm hijacking your thread, please tell me and I'll edit this. I'd like to share some pics/stories of my 'kids' (Freddie and Queenie--we called them 'the kids').
This is how they looked the day we brought them home, and a month later:
A few assorted pics along the way:
...and then that day they were body-slamming each other--their favorite pastime, only allowed to be done outside...but, alas, we were
inside. The sliding-glass door shattered; they stood there as stunned as I was; thankfully they were not cut--the very old glass broke into very sharp shards. My friend/neighbor/contractor came over right away and boarded it up. Then I had him take out the 8' sliding-glass doors and replace them with 6' French doors:
Loved it! The funny thing was that ever since buying the house, I had thought about doing exactly this. The kids just forced my hand!
A few last pics of my Fredster, whom I adored. For scale, his teddy bear is about 3' tall. In one pic he has a huge lemon hidden in his mouth. The last two are from three weeks before he died, in his sleep, in my bedroom (Queenie predeceased him by three years):