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I'd love to share pics of my pets, but I don't really know how either. If someone could post some directions, I'll give it a shot.
I'd love to hear about everyone's pets, though. Maybe we could share cute and unique things about our pets. I always love hearing pet stories! Is there something unique that your pet likes, or maybe a rather entertaining thing they like to do? Or, just a funny story....

Hello, Terri and Gina.
In the right-hand corner, click on "Photos."
Then "Add Photos," and under "Browse," find the photos you want to post in your own files (usually jpeg.--make sure first they are not too big). Then "Upload." Fill in description, etc.
If you are really stuck, send me a Message and we'll figure something out...I also love to feature unusual stories of authors, friends and their pets on my blog -- check it out here:

High on my tbr is

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Dewey is my all time favourite cat book. One special little creature for sure! There is a sequel too, a bit different in style but containing a wonderful surprise.

Behavioural Science
The hundredth monkey theory says that once a certain number of monkeys learned to wash the sand off their sweet potatoes, all monkeys, even those who had not seen the first monkey’s action, began imitating this behaviour. Although part of the story is true, the rest is an exaggeration. Any monkey can duplicate the behaviour of another monkey simply by watching and imitating. But monkeys are not my concern today. Cats. Cats are my concern. Today I have opted for the debatable pleasure of taking both cats for their shots at once.
Even before it’s time to leave for the vet’s, Abby, the long haired beauty, the unpettable who everyone longs to pet, has figured out that something is up! The cat carriers, our own and the bigger one borrowed from the vet’s office, have been sitting out for some time so the cats will get used to seeing them. Josie, true to her placid nature, waddles by, vaguely interested. Abby looks on with suspicion. She keeps relocating to various corners of the house, although I have been smart enough to close the door of the middle bedroom so that she can’t hide under the bed.
I tote the large crate out to the car and come back for Josie. At fourteen pounds, cat plus crate is a bit much for my tennis-elbow prone right arm. I have left the crate standing on one end with an open door so I can lower her into it. Similarly, the smaller carrier for the smaller cat stands on end on the sitting room floor. But when I lift Abby above it she splays out both hind legs and braces a foot on either side of the opening. Somehow I manage to stuff her into the
carrier anyhow, and we head down the road, Josie howling in the back seat, Abby clawing frantically at the wire screen of the cage door. In my mind, Carl, pulling weeds up at Tobermory (who has the more desirable job today?) comments: “Some fun, huh, Bambi?�
The vet is running very late. Finally a woman emerges with three cats and hears me telling the receptionist how hard it was to get Abby in the cage. “Just turn the cage on its end,� she keeps telling me,”and you can lower her right into it.� I try to explain that this was my exact method, but she is insisting: “Nothing to it. Works like a charm!� I call back over my shoulder, “That’s what I did.� But the woman is still insisting her(and my) method will work.
How I long for that woman to be there when it is time to go home. Abby is hiding in one corner under an office chair, and a veterinary technician comes in wearing gloves like my Dad used to wear to stoke the furnace. (Could this be a warning?) We turn the crate on its end. Abby stretches out her legs again and pushes against the sides of the crate, only now she is hissing her indignation at all three of us. Eleven pounds of furry fury, and we are taking no chances. The vet leaves for a minute and returns with a cute little cardboard “house�. It is painted in Victorian style to reassure owners that their darlings are safe and cozy inside. The roof of the house opens and we drop Abby inside.
“Now,� I tell the vet and the technician, “I can put Josie in this crate and give you the borrowed one back.� Josie is the “good� cat. Loves everybody. Comes when you call her. (Comes even faster if you say the word “dinner�.) We upend the small crate, and lower the rotund form, always so docile, towards the carrier. Out go the legs, and Josie braces one foot on either side of the door. Maybe there’s something to the “hundredth monkey� theory after all!�
from Our Side of the Fence by Sheila Balls

Oh yeah! Sounds so familiar. Once, I had to cancel two vet appointments because I couldn't catch my wild one after only THINKING about taking her there. I finally told the vet that I would keep the third appointment for sure; even if I had to come with the wrong cat!
Really enjoyed your story, Sheila.


Here's a better explanation I got from another group I'm in.
Here are the directions if you want to put pictures in your posts.
First - upload your pictures to a site like Photobucket. (I will base the rest of the directions based on using Photobucket as that is the site I use)
photobucket.com
click on your picture, and in the middle on the right hand side of the screen, you will find a section called share links.
Click on the letters HTML, which then copies the coding.
Come to your post on here and paste in the coding and voila, your picture will be there (you will only see the code until you post, so to check to make sure it worked, click on preview).

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This was a good read-- good story almost too good to be true. I mostly liked the book cover, though.


Apparently, this group does not have an active moderator...but that should not stop us from talking about those furry loves in our lives, right?!
Also, post pictures of your pets. We all love to see and talk about them. I started with my Pasha. Hopefully, you will post your favorite photos as well.
Looking forward to hearing/seeing more of y'all.