*TOPIC TUESDAY-EPISODE ONE*
Today's topic: pets
Since the sender of this topic wasn't specific just what he/she wanted me to say, I'll just write about the pets that I've had. I'll call it :
"PETS: past and present"
I guess the first pet I can recall would be my kitten Clementine. I don't really remember her because I was too young but we do have a home video of me (maybe 2-3ys old) with her. In the video I sitting outside in a pile of leaves and I'm holding her by the underams.... you know when kids hold cats that they aren't very carefull....and I'm swinging her side to side and all around while making plane sounds...She's crying and kicking and then I say; "Is this cute dad?"....(I dunno, is torturing a cat cute?)Clementine was just the first of MANY cats I had..We also had miniature rabbits for a while, mine was called "Toulous" like the artist becasue he had stumpy legs.. Each of the kids in my family had one and one by one they die off until one was left, Penelope and we let her loose and she ended up living under our barn and having tons of babies with all the wild rabbits...We had quite a few bunnies actually.. One of them, Caramel, just disapeared from her cage..well she didn't really disapear, there was a huge hole in her cage, a fox or something got to her but that's not the story I heard..But by far my favorite cat and the one I have the fondest memories of was Tiggy. I got Tiggy from a neighbour who was a dog breeder, (she bred russian Wolfhounds) and one day two of her dogs got loose and came up to our property and ate my cats...So she bought me Tiggy. The first day I had him, he ran up a tree and stayed there for like six hours while my family tried to get him down...Once he was on the ground he was great, a real friend ( I wasn't very popular in school). I guess I had him for about two years or so before he ran away (we lived in the country and he was an outdoor cat). He ran away with this discusting stray cat who had half a tail and half a face from being hit by cars so often....gross. Anyway, my next pet was, ironically, a dog we got from the same breeder whose dog ate my cat the year before..Her name was Ann and she was fun I guess, If you call a dog that sleeps a lot and doesn't play fun. She used to run races and I guess she was just tired out or something... She passed on and it was a while before we thought about getting a new doggie.. It was a HUGE ordeal to decide to get a new dog and an even bigger ordeal to name her, but I won;t get into that-too many bad memories. We all had specifics that we wanted this new dog to have.Some of the criterial was:
-waggy tail - licky
-girl dog - active/playfull
-eyebrows - not too barky
-black, but not ALL black - floppy ears
So the search was on.... We visited a few SPCA'a and saw a lot of cute puppies but upon reviewal of their dosier, most of them were there because they bit and barked too muck and the rest were old doggies....We saw our puppy and made a few return visits to confirm that she was THE ONE. We weren;t too sure about her bacause they couldn't find her papers so we didn't really know why she was there. Indeed she was "the one", eventhough she barks the night through, jumps around like one of those hip hop cars and won't stop licking everything and anything, I love her, and I know the whole family loves her too. She's great. She's a great companion and freind and she knows when something is wrong so she'll curl up next to you and cuddle. She's just the greatest....Except when she eats my socks and underwear and then poops them out.