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Hello, My name is Tina and I am huge animal lover, and have worked in the animal community for over a decade. I enjoy using the internet to share my love of animals among other things and hope to eventually start my own pet buissness.... I will update my blog on a regular basis with information and funny stuff about pets and animals so come back and check for updates from time to time... Well see ya all soon!!!

Friday, June 24, 2011

Sheesh! I haven't been on here in forever!! I obviously don't use this blog anymore.... Maybe one day I'll pick it back up but for now I only really use t to follow other blogs lol....

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Everything natural...Every flower, tree and animal...has important lessons to teach us if we would only... stop, look and listen.

Eckhart Tolle

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Saturday, July 11, 2009



Good Afternoon.......

I have decided I want to help pets and people on my blog.... my pets are so important to me and I know so many feel the same way... please read the story below and try not to cry.... remember to always protect the innocent and love does make the world go 'round.......

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How Could You?

When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

World Society for the Protection of Animals

Thank You for taking the time to read this and my next post won't be so sad....

Luv, Tina aka Leggokatz

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Hello and Welcome to my Blog....

Hello All! So this is my new blog and I am not sure what I am going to do with it but I will have fun figuring it out LoL... Stop by and say hi and I will see ya all later!!!
Tina aka leggokatz
Thank you for reading my blog, I created this blog for fun and then I realized something... My passion is Animals and I may be able to share some useful information with the world....

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I would like to start with telling you why my site is called Leggokatz, I named it after my beloved 11 year old kitty cat named Leggo.... I know it is a funny name but there is a really good story behind it.
You see during the naming process this little kitten was a very hyper kitten and our 2 boys were very young. When he adopted us Richard our, 22 year old, was only 11 and had only had large dogs most of his life and Anthony, our 16 year old, was only 5 and both were HUGE Lego fans.
I remember very clearly picking up our then 5 year old from school and wanting it to be a surprise that we had a new family member so we didn't say a word. That day was our shopping day so after picking him up from school we stopped at the food mart to pick up some supplies, Anthony being very observant noticed we had grabbed a small box of kitten food, I noticed a funny little look on his face as he started paying even more attention to the items I was placing in my cart, next came the dreaded litterbox, that's when I saw those big blue eyes light up. After finishing my other shopping and watching that curious little look while I finished my list,I rememberd I was going to need a "pooper scooper".
As my husband and Anthony waited in the checkout line I ran back to the pet section and grabbed my "pooper scooper" and a few toys, when I returned to my cart I placed the toys into the basket and all of a sudden I see the biggest smile I had ever seen on Anthony's sweet little face and then he said " If I ever have a kitten I want to name him Lego". That's it just like that. No questions, no other remarks he just stated his fact and left it at that.
Of course when he got home and saw his new " little brother" he was ecstatic... But not another word about naming him Lego....A few hours later Richard returned home and noticed the litterbox and his being a little older he knew right away he had a new "sibling" so the first thing he did was grab a handful of Legos and went to find this new playmate...and that was the begining of waking up to "clicking noises" at 2am while the kitten played with his Legos ( this went on for years ).
In the following days the thought of naming him Lego faded and we were tossing around a few other names but with strong opinions from the entire family about their favorites it was hard to settle, the list included Spaz, Midnight, Shadow and a few others.
When Leggo was very young ( he came to live with us when he was 10 weeks old and only weighed about 2lbs. ) the boys had never had a critter this small and being all boys they did not understand just how fragile this little creature was so my husband and I were always yellin "STOP.. LET GO OF THE CAT". We soon realized this "innocent little creature" could defend himself and the next thing we knew we were yelling at the cat " STOP... LET GO OF THE KIDS!". After a couple of weeks of this we had started to joke about it and his official name had become Leggo.... It was'nt a name that we had chosen because it was pretty or because it was unusual or even because we all liked it, it was a name name that my kitty cat liked and thats who he turned out to be. Over the years he has earned thst name over and over again.
When Leggo was a few months old he used to literaly chase the boys up the stairs and land with all fours on those tender little backs, but of course they teased him in good natured fun to do so, they were little boys and they were unaware of how sharp those claws can get. I have many stories to share about my special kitty and I will post items in my blog as I go. He has been an inspiration to me in so many ways, He grew into a beautiful 20lb. cat with silky black fur,bright green eyes, and beleive it or not a small white "O" on his leg.

As he gets older I know are time together here on this earth will end but our bond will last forever.

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Leggo is a rescue pet as are 5 out of 6 of our family members, He was found behind my Husbands's auto repair shop with his Mother and 4 other kittens, all of his Feline Family were welcomed into warm, loving forever homes.
I started my career in the animal industry 10 years ago in a small animal hospital as a receptionist, in that time I had oppurtunities to branch off into several areas of the animal community and would like to share what I have learned. please leave your feedback and follow me for updates

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Together we can save lives... Tina aka Laggokatz