I thought I would do something light and fluffy and share all my pets with you. Many book bloggers have cats and some of them also have dogs. So this is my family, not having children to brag about and we love them to pieces.
Here they are in order of pecking:
This is Wally, He is 13 years old and we bought him as an 8 week old. He was in a box of puppies from a used car dealer in a car lot. There were 10 puppies in the box from two jack russell mothers. His father was a staffordshire terrier crossed with a dachshund. Short legs, staffy body and jack russel head. He is the strongest willed dog I have ever met and we have a battle of the wills daily but I always win. Food is the only thing that matters to him.
This is Molly-Monkey. She is 9 years old and don't be fooled. She rules the roost amongst all her brothers. We often get our hair done on the same day when we gave a girl's day out. She was "rescued" from a pet store when I saw her there one day while buying something for a client of mine when working at Disability Services. She was way too young to be away from her mother, she fit in my hand, was cold, no water on a cement floor. The guy swore she was a 100% jack russell but she turned into this silky type terrier. He wanted $200. for her and I said I'd give him $50 and not turn him into the RSPCA. I bought her and turned him in anyway. The pet shop was shut down.
This is Uncle Buck, 8 years old and named in memory of John Candy. We loved his movies. I was working as a vet nurse after retiring from my speech pathology career and a girl brought him into the surgery. He was 3 weeks old and had his head stomped on in a domestic dispute at a local house. His skull was fractured in 5 places and I was assigned to bring him home for the weekend and keep him comfortable. Because kittens survive amazing episodes of injury at times we gave it a go. He not only survived, has a dodgy right eye, spun in circles the first couple of months and still does when excited, we adopted him. The girl didn't want to pay vet bills so I paid them and he lives with us. His back legs don't work for climbing or jumping but he walks in a straight line after my rehab with him and can go outdoors because we have a big fenced yard and he can't climb out of it. He can't change tasks easily, was hard to litter train but we got there and is very cuddly and we all love each other. He is a very happy cat even if he does forget to get in the litter once in awhile.
This is Odie, aged 3. He came into the Dog's home with his brother and sister aged 4 weeks. I fostered the litter in my home until they were old enough to adopt. They were traumatised from 4 weeks with the cretins who had them, anaemic from a flea infestation and the bottoms of their feet were burned from being in a box that was never cleaned and filled with urine.
We cleaned them up, got them treatment and now all of them went back to the home at age 8 weeks to be adopted. They all got homes. We kept Odie because he is just too funny and was the most frightened of the lot. His mother was a jack russell and his father a beagle. He has a beautiful jack russell head but a beagle brain. He loves everybody, wouldn't think to growl at anyone and is the most gentle soul you will ever meet. We love him to pieces. He is a very funny guy and the frisbee is his big obsession in life.
This is the most recent addition to the family. Cousin Eddie named after the character in the movie Christmas Vacation with Chevy Chase. My husband, brother and a friend know every line in that movie and it isn't Christmas unless you watch it every year. Also we needed another cat in the house as a role model for Uncle Buck. He was a rescue kitten from the RSPCA and is now 5 months old. He is well adjusted, smoochy and has a fascination for water going down drains and down the toilet. He often wonders where it goes. He has a large "tree" in the living room he plays on (flat pack from ebay) and loves the dogs. He has worked out you don't go near Wally or Molly at feeding time but you can crawl in Odie's dish while he eats and nothing happens to you.
There you have it. Our family. Hope you enjoyed meeting them.
Hi Pam, I Loved your wonderful descriptions of The Family...I feel like I know them. Rescue animals are the best!!ReplyDelete
Rescue animals are best. I won't buy anything from a pet shop that sells kittens and puppies because they come from puppy mills, have awful conditions and I;ll never understand that concept of using animals just to make money while not caring for them. Animal shelters are the only way to go unless you want a pedigreed animal then you buy it from breeder of good standing.Delete
What a wonderful family & all with such interesting stories. They were all very lucky to meet up with you, Pam, & be given a loving home.ReplyDelete
We tell them that when they misbehave. We told them they had better appreciate us because they won the lottery living here. Though deep down I feel we won the lottery by having them.Delete
I think you've amassed a lot of positive karma with your wonderful kindness to animals, Pam. I can't believe how cruel people can be - you really have done some great good here.ReplyDelete
Thanks Vicki, that's kind of you. We just love them and enjoy their company and especially their hilarious anticsReplyDelete
Thanks for introducing us to your family. I knew you had pets, but I didn't know you had so many. We're down to one cat from a high of nine cats and one Irish Wolfhound.ReplyDelete
You're right that rescue animals are the only way to go. All our cats were rescues. And if you want a purebred, almost every breed has a rescue department. I admit we bought our first two Wolfhounds (we were still evolving ethically), but our last one came from Irish Wolfhound Rescue. She was a purebred and the sweetest and best dog.
I like that you don't buy from pet stores that sell animals. We don't either. Puppy mills are the worst and no reputable breeder will sell through a pet store.
There are two Irish Wolfhounds I see at our dog beach. They are beautiful. I forget about breed specific rescue groups. Our state is very small and an island so not many here. My sister got Bassett hounds from a basket rescue group in America.ReplyDelete
I am so glad you posted this. I have always had trouble keeping your menagerie straight. I also like your kick-*ss attitude when it comes to dealing with that evil pet store owner. I am always shocked when people buy pet store dogs. I think Chicago just banned pet stores from selling dogs period.ReplyDelete
The animal welfare people are working hard to ban it here. Many pet stores have stopped selling dogs and cats but we still have a ways to go on this issue. Thank you so much for your comments. I so agree with you.Delete