All About Pets

When I met my boyfriend in 2000, one of his positive attributes was that he had a kitten.    I know how most men feel about cats, so the fact that he had one of his own was a good sign.  He didn’t have any interest in having a cat…the same way I felt before I got Jasmine, but as it turns out, fate had other plans.

He was watching a boxing match on TV late one summer night.  From the second floor condo, above the sound of the TV, he could hear crying in the backyard.  He went outside to see where the sound was coming from.  He spotted a tiny gray kitten crying up a storm.  He went over to check on her, and she wasn’t hurt, so he headed back into the house.  (As I said, he wasn’t interested in having a cat.)   Read the rest of this entry »

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I always thought that Sheba was such a pretty dog, since she looked similar to a German Shepherd, but she was a nice small size of 35 lbs.  I had visions of puppies that looked like her to share with others, so I held off on having her spayed in hopes of finding a male that looked similar to her.  I knew it was a long shot, since she was a mutt, so I knew I would end up getting her spayed eventually.

The house that I shared with my boyfriend at the time (I’ll call him J from here) had a fenced yard, but it was wooden, so the gate had a little bit of spacing between the posts and Sheba managed to squeeze through one day and take off down the street.  J and I yelled for her to come back, but she was gone.  He got in the car and took off to look for her and found her around the block with a dog who apprarently had free roam of the neighborhood.  He pushed the dog away, then picked Sheba up, put her in the car and brought her home.   Read the rest of this entry »

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When I moved into my own apartment, I wanted to find one that would allow dogs. My second landlord did allow dogs, so I started going to the local shelters looking for a puppy. I didn’t have much luck because the shelters wouldn’t allow someone who worked full time to adopt a puppy, but I kept looking.

One beautiful summer day I was wandering around a local flea market and I passed a woman with a puppy on a leash. I stopped to pet the puppy and remarked how cute it was. The woman asked me if I wanted her. I thought she was kidding, but she said she needed to find a home for her soon. I was in such shock that I didn’t think to ask a lot of questions, but she did tell me that she was around 4 months old. She wasn’t sure what breed she was (another mutt), but to me she looked like a miniature German Shepherd. She was mostly black with some brown on her face and paws. I fell in love with her right away, so I took her, and the woman left. All those months trying to find a puppy, and then one day a puppy found me! (I’ve always been a strong believer in fate.)   Read the rest of this entry »

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I am going to combine all my childhood pets into one post, because I don’t remember some of them as well as others. In addition to a variety of birds, hamsters, rabbits, and fish, I grew up with dogs throughout my childhood.

The first pet I remember was a beautiful Irish Setter named Ginger. I don’t remember too much about her because we only had her until I was around 4 years old. I vaguely remember her having puppies. Everyone was shocked when she ended up having 10 puppies…not to mention that our beautiful red Irish Setter had 10 BLACK puppies – not a single red one in the litter! I don’t really remember much else about her because I was so young, but the rest of my family still talks fondly of her.   Read the rest of this entry »

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As promised, I will be adding “bios” of all my pets, both past and present, which will provide a little background about how each one came into my life. Although the remaining bios will be in chronological order, I decided to start with the one who prompted me to create this blog.

I have always been an animal lover, but I only grew up with dogs because my dad is allergic to cats. I thought kittens were cute, but I had no desire to have a cat since they didn’t seem to be as interactive as dogs.

By the time I bought my first house in 1995, I had two dogs. (You’ll read about them in future posts.) A friend of mine had taken in a pregnant stray cat. The cat had 4 kittens just before I moved into my house. My friend, Nancy, was trying to find good homes for the kittens, but I just wasn’t interested in having a cat when I already had 2 dogs. My dogs guarded the house when I was gone and greeted me when I came home. What use did I have for a cat that wouldn’t even notice if I were there or not?   Read the rest of this entry »

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