Truce! Cease fire! Ha! Ha!

Ahh, heck! You had to go & soften up on me just when you were getting going good. I'm glad you did.

I see I've got some things to work on. I apologize for my ill-conceived comments. It's been almost a year since I last debated anything and it would suit me just fine if it was twice that long before it happens again.

At any rate, I stand corrected, you're quite a sport! If I ever need my cage SANITIZED I know who to call. Hahahaha!!! And if you need yours dirtied up, you know who to call. Ha! Ha!

Let me try to explain the ball python rescue a little better real quick & I'll let ya go since you've got midterms coming up and I don't want to waste any more of your time.

The ball python rescue was like the burmese rescue. Both situations stemmed from fear and not the traditional neglect that we normally think about when thinking "rescue."

A child's mom & dad are divorced. Boy (9yrs old) spends week with dad during summer. Dad buys him a ball python and sends it home with the boy.

Mom is petrified of snakes but very compassionate towards animals. Wouldn't let son handle snake for fear of it biting him & getting loose. It's in a 20-gal critter-keeper tank with sliding screen top. There was a thermometer in the tank.

Mom told me she kept a light on the snake and even changed bulb wattage during winter months to keep temps up. They would slide top open just far enough to get a mouse in & close it back. She said she felt so sorry for the snake & didn't want it to suffer, tried to give it away to several people but nobody wanted it until I heard about it.

It's more of a miracle than anything that the snake was in such good health. I'll admit that. If it wasn't in good health during all that, it would've been quite a mess. They didn't have top covered (I asked) but kept water in the bowl. Maybe the room it was in was very humid as this is a humid area. I don't know.

The rescued burmese has pretty much the same story but ignorance led to neglect in the form of its undernourishment. Woman LOVED it but was terrified of it since it was so big now, versus the baby it was. She even gave me the last frozen rat she had for it.

When I opened the door of the parrot cage it was kept in the woman & her son practically bolted to the opposite side of the room out of fear.

By the way, like I said before, there wasn't anything wrong with what you said in your first post, or how you said it. And don't let this keep you from saying something in the future to someone else, just as long as it ain't me. Ha! Ha! J/K

OK, where did Randy run & hide? Randy! I hope you're happy with all the trouble you've caused! Ha! Ha!

Here's a few pics for a grin or two and maybe even an "Awe!"


First up is a rescued horse (Diamond) with her newborn mule foal (Rosie).




My daughter with Rosie.




Daughter & son with newest rescued horse. 1yr old colt (Blackfoot Traveler - "Blackfoot" for short)



And down at the bottom is "Pooch" the family dog, from a 1963 photo. My dad dressed him up & set him in the pedal car. Reckon my sense of humor's hereditary?

Having an older brother, my life was filled with "hand-me-downs," so it came as no surprise that I got Pooch's pedal car when he outgrew it.

Hang in there & have a great day!
Mike
(HH)

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Due to political correctness run amuck,
this ol' hillbilly is now referred to as an:
Appalachian American

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