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cyndiofthevortex
October 4th, 2013, 01:54 AM
I once had a lovely budgie named Tony Carboni. He was the best pet ever. He would fly to my finger on a whistle, sit on my shoulder and chew on the books I was trying to read as he perched on the edge. He was lots of fun and everyone in my college dorm loved him.

One day I had this conversation in line at the registrar's office:

Friend: "Hi, Cyndi! Hey, how's Tony?"
Me: "Oh. Bad news. I woke up one morning, rolled over to say hi and there he was, lying there dead."
Friend: "Oh, no! That's awful! You must be so sad!"
Me: " Yeah, I am. But I'll get another one."

The person in front of us turned around, with a very strange look on her face, and said, "Tell me your not talking about your boyfriend!"

So, are you a pet person? Dog or cat lover? Do you have a memory to share about your first pet, a pet one of your children have had or a special one you have now? Don't go too crazy, now! I know pet people have LOTS to say about their furry friends. Tell us a story about a funny or touching event in the life of your pet.

bkthomas
October 4th, 2013, 02:07 AM
When we lived in Texas, Roxy brought me a tiny yellow tabby - I named her Lucy.
Every day when I came home, as I climbed the stairs to my apartment I would say "Luuuucy, I'm home" and she would come running to the open window to greet me.

Turned out she was a he, but I did not change his name! Ha!

cyndiofthevortex
October 4th, 2013, 02:13 AM
We had a he too that was so fluffy we though it was a girl. It wasn't until we brought "her" to be fixed that the vet (looking at us like we were very stupid) said, "Missy is an interesting name for a male cat!"

Hulamoon
October 4th, 2013, 02:18 AM
I had lot's of pet's growing up. And I could go crazy telling stories!

We had a pet raccoon. My mom wanted a Koala bear but the leaves got in the way. I guess they need different leaves. lol So we got Snoopy. He was a crack up. We would play with ice cubes in the bathtub and he would go at it until they melted. He got into the pantry, hence the name Snoopy. He loved the swimming pool and would swim all around trying to catch our little Daushound. That was a funny sight.

My stepdad built a huge cage for him with a big tree log to climb on. I went to feed him one day, and he got really big by then and he bit through my hand. We took him miles away to a forest and let him go.

I'm glad I have pictures of all this because he was fun and I was young. But it's not good to own a wild animal.

Hulamoon
October 4th, 2013, 02:33 AM
lol We found a desert tortoise on the road and we named him Ralph. Well it got changed to Ralphetta.

Mchelem
October 4th, 2013, 03:18 AM
We had a cat named cowboy. She never seemed to realize her name was a male name. Sadly we had to get rid of her because my son is allergic.

It was a rough couple of days as I had to make the decision between him and the cat.... (I'm kidding of course)

bakermom
October 4th, 2013, 03:31 AM
Love animals!. I've always had dogs and cats. growing up on a farm there was always something to make a pet out of. Most unusual?? my sister's horned toad!! We also had a couple horses, a few ducks and geese-don't recommend geese as pets-mean things. My kids had rabbits, guinea pigs, anoles and a very nasty iguana as well as a couple cats and our dogs.

Nidan_07
October 4th, 2013, 03:34 AM
We have a houseful of pets here. We have Baxter the gold cocker spaniel, Ming the Siamese, a gold fish and Rafa the cockatiel (named after Rafael Nadal). His cage is actually in my sewing room, as he has a nice big sliding door onto the back deck, and a mesh door on the entrance door to keep his feline nemesis out. He is often out of the cage on my shoulder around the house, but not when I am sewing. Because he is in there I think I must have one of the cleanest sewing rooms out there...I sweep and/or vacuum it at least once every day when I do his food and cage, although he really isn't very messy. He is quite a talker, and loves it when I am in there sewing.
He whistles pop goes the weasel, says: Whatcha doin' Raph, Pretty Boy, Riff Raff diddle daff, Kiss for Mum, Mummies boy.......and he also meows like the cat, and rings like the telephone. My favourite though is when the dog barks, he is in his cage yelling :"Baxter...Baxter".
Baxter is a total Mummies boy and is spoilt rotten, and a total sook. Ming is a typical regal and aloof Siamese who is more than happy to vocalise when she wants to be fed.
Often like a zoo trying to watch television in our room of an evening. DH and I, the dog, the cat, and the pet kids all on the bed. Don't freak.....my animals are very clean...No fleas....dog bathed regularly....house cat.......all wormed, vaccinated and vet checked..... and the kids are okay too!!!! :lol:
I just love all my pets (past and present). I have a real problem with bad treatment of animals. I think that a lot of the time they are much more appreciative and loyal than some humans.

bkthomas
October 4th, 2013, 03:44 AM
Sorry, just had to do this!


We have a houseful of pets here. We have Baxter the gold cocker spaniel, Ming the Siamese, a gold fish and Rafa the cockatiel (named after Rafael Nadal). His cage is actually in my sewing room, as he has a nice big sliding door onto the back deck, and a mesh door on the entrance door to keep his feline nemesis out.

He is often out of the cage on my shoulder around the house, but not when I am sewing. Because he is in there I think I must have one of the cleanest sewing rooms out there...I sweep and/or vacuum it at least once every day when I do his food and cage, although he really isn't very messy.

He is quite a talker, and loves it when I am in there sewing.
He whistles pop goes the weasel, says: Whatcha doin' Raph, Pretty Boy, Riff Raff diddle daff, Kiss for Mum, Mummies boy.......and he also meows like the cat, and rings like the telephone. My favourite though is when the dog barks, he is in his cage yelling :"Baxter...Baxter".

Baxter is a total Mummies boy and is spoilt rotten, and a total sook. Ming is a typical regal and aloof Siamese who is more than happy to vocalise when she wants to be fed.
Often like a zoo trying to watch television in our room of an evening. DH and I, the dog, the cat, and the pet kids all on the bed. Don't freak.....my animals are very clean...No fleas....dog bathed regularly....house cat.......all wormed, vaccinated and vet checked..... and the kids are okay too!!!!

I just love all my pets (past and present). I have a real problem with bad treatment of animals. I think that a lot of the time they are much more appreciative and loyal than some humans.

Hulamoon
October 4th, 2013, 04:02 AM
lol Kathy, did that come from my thread the other day?

bkthomas
October 4th, 2013, 04:07 AM
probably....I'm sooo bad

Nidan_07
October 4th, 2013, 04:14 AM
probably....I'm sooo bad

Okay Kathy.......I think I must have missed something??

Granny Judy
October 4th, 2013, 04:17 AM
HulaMoon.. sure makes reading a lot easier for My Ol eyes. TY.

My first memorable pet was a Green parakeet that I purchased on my Senior Trip (1960) in New Orleans.. we traveled by train, then bus back home and I kept Tweetie in a small hat box all the way back.

He soon became the families favorite and lived on my Mother's shoulder as she cooked in the kitchen. Would fly to the table and perch on Dad's water glass and help himself to the water and splash it all over the place. Called us 3 kids all by name in the morning (to waked up and get ready for school).

Then there was a small black lab mix Male dog we named Snoopy. He would climb a ladder into the barn hay loft to follow us kids. And Climb the ladder onto the back porch roof and then come inside the window of my bedroom for the night. We swam, played, hunted and were constant companions til he passed. I was 8 years old when he came to us all on his own.. and 17 when he passed.

Being in the country we had our share of "wild" pets, too. But I always had a soft spot for those two particular pets from my childhood.

Nidan_07
October 4th, 2013, 04:32 AM
Okay Kathy.......I think I must have missed something??

NOW I get it.

Will be much more careful of my paragraphing in future.

Is paragraphing even a real word?

Cathy F
October 4th, 2013, 05:09 AM
I've always had a dog, the last one was a Shar-Pei who passed away February, he was 13 and I miss him so. I never had a dog who was so sensitive to my feelings. He seemed to sense if I was I'll and would never leave my side.

He was quite a character with all his wrinkles. People would always look at him and ask what breed dog is he, they either thought he was so cute or so ugly. One evening I was bringing him home from the vets when he was small and he was in the back seat of my car and somehow climbed in to my grandchild's empty car seat an sat there. I was a a red light and the person in the car next to me did a double take, he probably thought that is one ugly baby before he realized it was a dog with massive wrinkles!

Andrea F
October 4th, 2013, 06:11 AM
We donīt have any pets now but we had bunnys because my son Pascal desperately wished for one when he was much younger. I am allergic to most fur (dogs, guinea pigs, ... not cats) but I thought we might give it a try.

We went to a raiser and he chose one (Mausi), and then we chose another one (Brownie) because they should not be alone. And a third one with floppy ears (canīt remember the name, I thin it was flock) because I loved this one.

We had to go to the vet with the one he chose the same day, it had a cold. Unfortunately it died a few days later. The one with the sloppy ears died a week later because of the same cold. So one was left. A few weeks later I bought another rabbit (snowflake) somewhere else. It turned out that this one was ill too. It had fungus on his skin, but it survived and we had them for a few years.

The two of them were in one cage after a certain time of getting used to each other, but one day when they were allowed to run around in the room, they almost killed each other, one needed surgery because the other one slit him open. We almost made the vet rich with our rabbits...
From then on we had to have a second cage and they never were friends with each other again and to run in the room seperately. Brownie still lives in my sisters house, the other one died too.

The funny story about one of those rabbits (Brownie) comes here: It had his time to run in the room and my son and I were sitting on the floor, petting the rabbit when it came by. Once, it ran around me and bit me into my behind. I never again sat relaxed on the floor when it was her time to furlough.... ;)

Evilynn
October 4th, 2013, 06:25 AM
We have two cats, a boy and a girl. Shaco is our charmer, he's flirting a lot (with me). Karma is very cuddly. Anyway, I think I spoilt them too much because as soon I go even near the fridge, they instantly jump up (no matter what they are doing) and come because they expect a treat. LOL! They never do that with Juha or anyone else. Only with me. Jeez. Oddly enough, Shaco wakes only me up during the night when he's hungry. He will jump on the bed and start to lick my face or hands. *roll eyes* He never tries that with Juha hahaa!

MayinJerset
October 4th, 2013, 07:56 AM
No big pet stories. My grandfather had a dog named Mischief when we were growing up and my brother and I would help grandpa bath the dog. Mischief was pretty big and we used an old bedspread to dry him off. Boy did we get a shower when he tried to shake himself dry. Sadly Mischief bit my brother so my mother insisted that grandpa get rid of the dog. So sad as I remember my grandfather cried over it.

My kids had the usual hamsters and fish and at one time we had a small dog. Seems my aunt Rose's niece has bought a puppy for her small children but they kids were afraid of it and she was looking for a new home for the dog. DH brought the puppy home and our boys who were 6 and 8 at the time were surprised to find her when they woke up. Son Pat really loved the dog, would walk her before he went to school and made sure she had water and food. Don't remember what her name was originally but Pat named her Penny. She was a fine little dog that we enjoyed. DH worked nights and although she barked when anyone came near the house she never barked when he came in early in the morning when it was dark but just stood up alert and waited for him to come into the house;

Lisapc
October 4th, 2013, 08:18 AM
Seriously? A pet story. I have always had pets, very big dogs mostly. My brain is swirling with stories so I will tell one of just last night.

Hubby comes home from work and the pecking order for greeting is as follows. Blaze, woo woos and tells Daddy all that happened in his day and gives him a load of c**p for leaving the house. While this is happening Karli is dancing and pulling Blaze from Daddy by his tail. Blaze backs off she gets her turn for head scratches, then if Lil' Peter is occupied I get a peck on the lips from hubby and he goes searching for Lil' Peter with the 300 lbs of fur following him.

After everyone was settled I was sitting on the deck just for a quiet few moments before dinner was due to come out of the oven and hubby came out and sat on the couch to visit with me. Well as soon as Blaze and Karli saw that they both ran over to him and sat in front of him one on each side and each put on paw on his knee looking for attention. He ignored them so the paws came down and the chins went on Dad's knees. He ignored them. They started talking, ignored. They started whining and got a "NO" and that was all and then they went all wolf like. With little chins on his knee they both bared their teeth and growled while staring at him. He couldn't take it anymore. He giggled and gave each a head scratch and their tails wagged so hard I could feel the breeze 5 feet away.

Once they got their attention they both wen over to a different corner on the deck and made snacks out of cherry tomatoes that are growing in a pot.

dwil23
October 4th, 2013, 09:51 AM
Pets? Oh yeah, about a gazillion of them. I don't even know which one to tell about. The little dog I always called the "dog love of my life" was named George. Dad found him on his way to work when I was about 15, right at the entrance to Busch Gardens. It was obvious he was somebody's pampered pooch. Mom made every effort to locate who he belonged to, but he was never claimed. We didn't know what breed he was, but knew he wasn't just a mutt. He was like a little person. I could tell stories for hours about the things he did. On the way to the hospital to have my second baby, I cried, because I knew I would never see George again. He was very sick - cancer. When I got the call the next morning that he was gone, I just laid in the bed sobbing. The Dr. came in and thought I was suffering post partum depression. Many years later, my sister was stopped dead in her tracks at the newsstand when she saw a picture of George on the front of Dog Fancy magazine. Of course she bought it. Turns out that he was a coton-de-tulear, a breed that was not even introduced into the states until many years after we got him. That made us believe even more that he was lost by a tourist from overseas. I have since met a couple of cotons' and have no doubt by feeling their fur that was what George was (of course the owners turn up their nose at the notion - until I show them a picture).

Lisapc
October 4th, 2013, 09:56 AM
Pets? Oh yeah, about a gazillion of them. I don't even know which one to tell about. The little dog I always called the "dog love of my life" was named George. Dad found him on his way to work when I was about 15, right at the entrance to Busch Gardens. It was obvious he was somebody's pampered pooch. Mom made every effort to locate who he belonged to, but he was never claimed. We didn't know what breed he was, but knew he wasn't just a mutt. He was like a little person. I could tell stories for hours about the things he did. On the way to the hospital to have my second baby, I cried, because I knew I would never see George again. He was very sick - cancer. When I got the call the next morning that he was gone, I just laid in the bed sobbing. The Dr. came in and thought I was suffering post partum depression. Many years later, my sister was stopped dead in her tracks at the newsstand when she saw a picture of George on the front of Dog Fancy magazine. Of course she bought it. Turns out that he was a coton-de-tulear, a breed that was not even introduced into the states until many years after we got him. That made us believe even more that he was lost by a tourist from overseas. I have since met a couple of cotons' and have no doubt by feeling their fur that was what George was (of course the owners turn up their nose at the notion - until I show them a picture).

Well I know dogs and I had to look him up. Very cute. It is amazing how a little or big ball of fur can touch your heart forever.

Miss Sheri
October 4th, 2013, 10:46 AM
We grew up with lots of pets too, mostly strays that found there way to our house, but also a few less usual pets, one was a black-footed ferret. But the one I will tell about today was a little mutt that adopted my folks when my oldest brother was just about one.

His name was Pepper. This dog LOVED kids! My folks lived about midway up a long steep hill and at the top of the hill was an elemetary school. Pepper would spend every morning greeting all the kids and escorting them up the hill to school, and would play with them in the school yard until they had to go inside. He knew when to expect them for recess, and when it was time for school to let out, and then he would walk with them back down the hill as they headed for home.

He was VERY protective of those kids, and would 'herd' them out of the street and onto the sidewalk if he saw they straying that direction. One day, a little guy was starting to run into the street to catch his ball that had gotten away from him. A car was comming, Pepper litterally knocked the little guy down to stop him, but in the process, was struck by the car.

He crawled up the hill, to the playground and the kids that he loved and that is where he died. This story has always touched my heart, and makes me wish that I had personally known Pepper. We had a picture of him with my brother at Christmastime when they were both "Puppies". But Pepper quickly out grew my brother by leaps and bounds. I'm thinking he was a black lab mixed with sheepdog.

cyndiofthevortex
October 4th, 2013, 11:17 AM
Since posting early this morning I've thought a lot about Tony Carboni. I had other birds after him but none were as wonderful a pet as he was. Once we have no more cats I may get another budgie. You never know when another Tony might come along and be a good friend.

lilmouse
October 4th, 2013, 12:33 PM
I have Dakota and Sassi, On occasion Dakota likes to take a walk and will fly down out of her cage...as soon as she does Sassi will herd her in by me so I can pick her back up and put her back in her cage...her feathers are cut and she has a ladder of sorts to climb back up into her cage...but sometimes she doesn't want to and that's when Sassi herds her into me and it is a sight to see....a little dog herding an even littler bird...Dakota is a Quacker parrot and Sassi is a Bishon Fraize...they are both adorable and Dakota has quite the vocabulary...."Good Morning" ..want a cup of coffee...hysterical laugh...yells at Sassi just like me...and much more....would be lost without both of these characters!

pcbatiks
October 4th, 2013, 11:05 PM
Guess I better get my pet memory in before the next Night Owl topic! :) We have always had a dog as part of the family........I could tell a million stories......but I will just tell this one.

We had a dog named Barney years ago.......he was in the family when our son was born. When I would lay our son on a blanket on the floor to play.....Barney would lay down at the edge of the blanket with him. Barney had a thing for socks......if he found one laying on the floor he would chew it & play with it. One evening Barney was laying in the living room playing with a sock & our son crawled over to him and took the sock.....well the game was on! Our dog got up & took the sock away from our son....making him laugh. So he reaches over & takes the sock away from the dog & crawls away........Barney goes after him.......pulls the sock out of his hand & our son falls over in the process.........he started laughing every time Barney would take the sock from him. Luckily, I saw this when it started & grabbed the video camera......they played with that sock for a long time that evening & the longer they played the more our son laughed. I am always amazed at how most dogs know to be gentle with small children. If Barney was playing with us he would hang on to a tennis ball or sock for dear life.......if he was playing with our son...he would always let go of the ball or sock very gently. :) A great memory that I was lucky enough to get on tape.