Pets
Through the years over has a few pets, either my own or my family's. I'm not sure I'll remember an exhaustive list.
I've been told about Duke, although a don't really recall him. He was a great dane we had when I was quite young. I'm told I used try riding him and he was quite patient with me.
Gadget was a miniature poodle and toy fox terrier mix. He was a good dog who has the misfortune of being in our live during my younger, more rambunctious days. I was at least as young as 7 years old, probably 6 when we got him. I wasn't always the nicest to Gadget, I recall now, but he was strongly bonded to my father.
Mitzi was a German Shepherd we inherited from my aunt Bonnie. Bonnie is blind and Mitzi was her seeing eye dog. She'd been decommissioned for service work and lived out her years with us. She was, as you might imagine, very bonded with my mother.
Patches was the first car i remember us having. I don't know how we acquired him, but he was a mostly sweet boy. He was white with large and small splotches of black and brown. Patches did manage one bad bit of mischief, which was to get the poorly secured lid off the habitrail I had for the hamster i got one year for Christmas. I don't recall that hamster's name.
Another short lived Christmas pet was a turtle I had. He had an open to habitat he lived in and i guess managed to get out one day when i was spending the weekend at my grandmother's.
Becca was a Doberman pincer that my stepmother brought inter or family. She was a beautiful liver colored girl who was very well trained. She was very protective of her family and I was pleased to be adopted by her. When my stepmother and her ex husband separated they decided to breed her and my stepmother would take one of Becca's pups, which is how we got Liberty/Libby. Libby, unfortunately, proceed to be too rambunctious and we intimately found her a home where she could be an outdoor dog most of the time, because we couldn't train her destructiveness out of her when she was left alone in the house.
Chester was actually two consecutive orange tiger striped tabby cats. The first Chester we got around when i went into the Army. We also got Brutus, a wired hair terrier during that time. They all passed after I'd moved away from home, so I'm not sure what exactly became of them.
When my first wife and I were living in our first place, a trailer home in Portales, New Mexico, a very tiger striped stray kitten wandered into our lives. We called him Farfel and fed him for a couple weeks, but unlikely knew we couldn't keep him. I was working at an Allsup's convenience store at the time and my store manager lived on a small farm outside of town. She adopted Farfel and have him a lifetime of mousing opportunities.
Finally we have Corky. Corky was a sweet Yorkshire terrier that my first wife stumbled upon on her way home from class one day when we were living in our second place, which was also the hotel i was now working in, in Portales. He was a tiny thing, no more than three pounds at the time, probably, and cover in a tangle of sticks, burrs and fleas. We bathed him, gave him a bad haircut and the three of us fell in love. Corky moved with us from Portales to Denver to Vermont to Martha's Vineyard back to Vermont to Virginia Bach to Vermont again and ultimately to Jamaica Plain. He was an extraordinary dog in my not at all unbiased opinion, and i still miss his kisses.
I've been told about Duke, although a don't really recall him. He was a great dane we had when I was quite young. I'm told I used try riding him and he was quite patient with me.
Gadget was a miniature poodle and toy fox terrier mix. He was a good dog who has the misfortune of being in our live during my younger, more rambunctious days. I was at least as young as 7 years old, probably 6 when we got him. I wasn't always the nicest to Gadget, I recall now, but he was strongly bonded to my father.
Mitzi was a German Shepherd we inherited from my aunt Bonnie. Bonnie is blind and Mitzi was her seeing eye dog. She'd been decommissioned for service work and lived out her years with us. She was, as you might imagine, very bonded with my mother.
Patches was the first car i remember us having. I don't know how we acquired him, but he was a mostly sweet boy. He was white with large and small splotches of black and brown. Patches did manage one bad bit of mischief, which was to get the poorly secured lid off the habitrail I had for the hamster i got one year for Christmas. I don't recall that hamster's name.
Another short lived Christmas pet was a turtle I had. He had an open to habitat he lived in and i guess managed to get out one day when i was spending the weekend at my grandmother's.
Becca was a Doberman pincer that my stepmother brought inter or family. She was a beautiful liver colored girl who was very well trained. She was very protective of her family and I was pleased to be adopted by her. When my stepmother and her ex husband separated they decided to breed her and my stepmother would take one of Becca's pups, which is how we got Liberty/Libby. Libby, unfortunately, proceed to be too rambunctious and we intimately found her a home where she could be an outdoor dog most of the time, because we couldn't train her destructiveness out of her when she was left alone in the house.
Chester was actually two consecutive orange tiger striped tabby cats. The first Chester we got around when i went into the Army. We also got Brutus, a wired hair terrier during that time. They all passed after I'd moved away from home, so I'm not sure what exactly became of them.
When my first wife and I were living in our first place, a trailer home in Portales, New Mexico, a very tiger striped stray kitten wandered into our lives. We called him Farfel and fed him for a couple weeks, but unlikely knew we couldn't keep him. I was working at an Allsup's convenience store at the time and my store manager lived on a small farm outside of town. She adopted Farfel and have him a lifetime of mousing opportunities.
Finally we have Corky. Corky was a sweet Yorkshire terrier that my first wife stumbled upon on her way home from class one day when we were living in our second place, which was also the hotel i was now working in, in Portales. He was a tiny thing, no more than three pounds at the time, probably, and cover in a tangle of sticks, burrs and fleas. We bathed him, gave him a bad haircut and the three of us fell in love. Corky moved with us from Portales to Denver to Vermont to Martha's Vineyard back to Vermont to Virginia Bach to Vermont again and ultimately to Jamaica Plain. He was an extraordinary dog in my not at all unbiased opinion, and i still miss his kisses.