your pets

  1. o.k everyone. i'm a bigtime animal lover and would like to know the types of pets you have and their names. i have 2 chihuahuas-tiny and precious, a chinese crested--nekkid beauty(she is the hairless breed), a rott named sugar bear and 2 cats named miss thang and nanapooh. they are my children and spoiled rotten. j
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  3. by   hoolahan
    Well, we lost our cat this month, and our beloved dog in October. They were both elderly and frequently incontinent, so in a while, after my husband enjoys some wee-wee-free time, I plan to get another dog.

    For the time being, we have several hampsters...

    Big Girl, who turned out to be a boy

    Junior, son of Little girl and his daddy (deceased-we accidently dropped him and I think he broke his neck, for the kids sake I tried hampster CPR, but it didn't work)

    Little girl, a very small russian hampster

    Naughty Junior went after Little girl, and she gave birth to several babies who all found good homes except for Gimpy. Gimpy only has legs on the right side of his body. We are not sure wether Little Girl tried to eat him at birth, or if he was born that way d/t inbreeding. But, believe it or not, Gimpy runs in the wheel, he's very small, but quite able to fend for himself. We will never be able to give him to the pet store however. So the menagerie grows...

    Then, my daughter had to have a hamspter. So she got a teddy bear hampster named Justin (after Justin Timberlake from NSync). He is quite intelligent, and is known as The Sophisticated Hampster.

    Then my dtr wanted a friend for Justin, so we got Brad (some other Boy Band name). At the pet store, they took Brad from a cage labled "Boys", well, guess what? Brad is now Bradlina! Mother of eight babies, all but one look just like Justin.

    We kept one we are SURE it's a boy, he rooms with his daddy. His name is Jo-Bob. However, Jo-Bob is now so FAT, we are calling him Jo-Bobba The Hut, after Jabba the Hut in Star Wars. If you hold him in your hand, and put him on his back, he is so fat, he can't get up! He is DEFINITELY NOT as sosphisticated as his daddy, Justin.

    The Teddy Bear hampsters are so smart, they keep finding ways to escape from their cages. Several nights after working the 3-11 shift, I have fallen asleep in the reclining chair, and awoken to see a little fuzz ball scurrying accross the floor, I think we finally have the cages figured out now. Brad is the cleverest escape artist, and she is my hampster now. I didn't have the heart to see her go through motherhood so soon again, so she lives in the lap of luxury. They are quite funny to watch, and each one has it's own personality and habits.
  4. by   PJRNC2
    We are animal lovers in this house also. A 9lbs. chocolate poodle named Baby Mar. Two,each 10 lbs., Shih Tzu sisters- April Tea Rose 'T'for short and Molly Ann Mae. all named by my daughter Ruth. (those 10 lbs combined equal a ton of trouble- they are really little goats in dogs clothes-they have eaten the kitchen tile, woodwork, wallpaperand chair rungs). Then three cats: Kitzel who has some Turkish Van and is on a diet from the vet, Bitz who is truely a tabby and poor little Minor-she lost her brother Major about 4 yrs ago and is always looking for one of the cats to love her-lick her forehead- like her borther did. Kitzel gives her a half-hearted lick or two once in a while. The cats are all indoor. Outside I feed the birds and have a birdbath- squirels and chipmonks come too. When I go to the cat Show have to promise not to bring any home. I would really love to have a llama-but alas- no room.
  5. by   duckie
    I never miss the chance to tell anyone about my girls. They have brought so much love and joy to my life. First off, Cookie, also lovingly called Gramma, cause she's 16 years old soon. She cannot see or hear but has a sniffer on her that don't quite. She tried to take on the neighbor's Pit Bull about a month ago when it got loose and came to our gate. Not a scared bone in her 8 pound Rat Terrier body. Then we have Peaches, my grandpuppy. She's 1/2 Husky and 1/2 Laso Apso. A beautiful 6 year old with one brown eye and one blue. The gentlest and most loving personality of all our girls. Last but not least is Candi, a Jack Russell, soon to be 4. Basically, a brat!! If there's trouble to get into, she's there and at the head of the line. Wants to be the center of attention at all times and quite a ham. I cannot imagine coming home without them for they truly complete our family. I have suffered the loss of other furry kids and it hurts so terribly. I know I cannot keep Gramma forever so I cherish every day. she has been my little buddy through all the ups and downs of life and stood by me faithfully.What a true friend she has been indeed. I feel sorry for anyone that doesn't have such unconditional love in their lives, how lonely that must be.
  6. by   howie
    We have lots of pets too. I have one dog, her name is Bridgette. She is part bouvier/irish wolfhound.
    I also have a cat named Tabby who is the biggest suck, and afish named Bubba. I truely couldn't imagine life with out my pets.
  7. by   hoolahan

    I turned Brad's cage around last night and found she has chewed almost all the way through her food dish and was able to stick her head through the hole!

    Also, Jo-Bobba attacked Justin severely, his eye is recovering, so we are taking him to the pet store. We just don't have room for another cage to separate them.
  8. by   Zee_RN
    I would have a houseful of pets if I could but hubby is not such an animal lover. As it is, though, I have managed to sneak in one cat and one German Shepherd (not easy sneaking in german shepherds, ya know).

    The cat, a domestic tiger-stripe with a white chest and paws, came to us when a stray adopted by my sister had kittens. We knew since the birth that we would take one (household conversation: "yes we will, no we won't, yes we will..."). We selected our female kitten and prenamed her Tiger Lily. Then Tiger Lily came to live with us and I turned her over and stated....."looks like Tiger Lily is a Tiger Jack." And so we have Tiger Jack, a sweet-tempered kitty, now six years old.

    A few years later kids began clamoring for a dog. Well, I love dogs so this no problem for me. Hubby is adamant, doesn't want a dog (but if he ever DID get a dog he wanted a male golden retriever {male to help even out the estrogen level in this house}). But my girls and I met "Nikki" one day--a 4-month old white german shepherd who just loved us the instant she saw us. We brought her home and I refused to budge and coddled hubby for the next month. Nikki is the sweetest dog with a ferocious bark and a timid heart. She follows me everywhere and I call her my 'white shadow.' Bad hips, tho, had hip surgery for congenital hip dysplasia at 11 months old. Will eventually have to do other hip too .

    Duckie, my mom has a rat terrier too. Not too many people have them. Her little Candy is just devoted to her.
  9. by   moni rn
    Official Animal Lover Household Here!

    We only have 2 domestic shorthair cats ( Mets & Dallas, hence my old screen name ) and one rat terrier ( Gizmo ). So far, in our 13 years together, my husband and I have picked up over 20 strays, and either have found their original homes or new ones.

    There is a rule in our house now: No new animals! I get attached way too easy! We recently had to put my childhood dog to sleep ( 1/2 Lhasa Apso & 1/2 Shih Tzu ). He was 11 years old. He suffered from brain cancer. I did not move from our couch for over a week, and still cry everytime I picture him ( YES! I am crying now as I type this! ). I can't go through that again! So, no more animals!

    I told my husband, if my cats could say "Momma" and "Dadda", I would not need children! They are definitely "Momma's Babies".
  10. by   BlueBear
    I have a wonderful Cavalier king Charles Spaniel named Cody. He is the sweetest most loving dog I have ever met. He follows me around the house and refuses to be in a room without me. If I go to the bathroom, he is right outside the door waiting for me!
    We just found out he has Lyme Disease so he is now on 30 days of antibiotics. So far, so good!
  11. by   Janet Barclay
    We have several pounds of trouble in our house too, a 2 yr old black lab mix named buddy (crossed with a whole lot of different breeds). He's MY dog, follows me everywhere shedding all the way on the beige carpet, escapes about every two weeks for a big adventure and comes home very sheepishly from the pound. With all the fines, his pedigree just keeps getting better and better. Then we have a siamese/ragdoll 4yrs named by my daughter - tigger. 20+ pounds can't decide if he loves us or hates us, I guess that's the siamese coming out. He's really a pretty fellow BIG blue crossed eyes. Knocks stuff off the counter on purpose, falls off things alot (guess that's the lack of depth perception).
    Between the animals and the two kids, this place really is a zoo!
  12. by   NursePooh
    [QUOTE]Originally posted by hoolahan:
    [QB]The Teddy Bear hampsters are so smart, they keep finding ways to escape from their cages. Several nights after working the 3-11 shift, I have fallen asleep in the reclining chair, and awoken to see a little fuzz ball scurrying accross the floor

    I had a Teddy Bear hamster named Theo when I was in college (only caged pets were allowed in the dorms). He was quite the escape artist also. One night when my significant other and I were, uh, "otherwise engaged" (maybe I should be posting this in the "most embarrasing moments" thread ), I felt something tickle my leg...Theo had escaped his cage, climbed up the blanket from the floor, and was in the bed staring at us like he was trying to figure out what the heck we were up to! Amazing he didn't get squashed!

    Many many years later, I share my life with a huge menagerie. Three elderly kitties (Tigger, Toes, and Thomas), 2 geriatric canines (Baron and Chelsea), and SIX parrots (Shasa, Jordan, Tangie, Sequoiah, Simba, and Ruby). Of the mammals, all but one were rescued either from the pound or off the street. The youngest of the mammals will be 14 in September, which is what got me interested in parrots...they have lifespans similar to humans, so you don't have to grieve their passing after 10-20 years. I would also like to add that we have moved 9 times in 15 years of marriage (hubby's in the military), and I can attest to the fact that moving with a menagerie is indeed possible! It goes better with xanax, however!

    [ May 29, 2001: Message edited by: NursePooh ]
  13. by   ClariceS
    I love talking about my two cats. I'd love to have a dog but with the hours my fiance and I put in, we never have time. I got my first cat, Lari, from a family with 7 cats. Lari kept being the one beat up by the other cats that she had injuries that were healing slower as she aged. I took her, and nursed her back to physical and most of mental health. After about 6 months, she started howling at night. The vet said she was probably lonely for other cats - she was used to having them around even though they often beat on her. So I got my male, Jester, to be her cat. He really helped her out as he was a kitten when they met. They tussle a little but Lari isn't outnumbered anymore. Lari is a short haired tortoise-shell. Jester - a long haired Siamese. Jester also thinks that any time I sit anywhere that my lap is his throne to occupy!Poor Lari has some residual anxiety problems and licks the hair off her belly and one of her arms. She's had to be on abx a couple times because she has licked to infection.
  14. by   hoolahan
    Sorry this is so long, but rn2bmoni, this is for you...A man and his dog were walking along a road.
    The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly
    occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered
    dying, and that the dog had been dead for years.
    He wondered where the road was leading them.

    After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall
    along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble.

    At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall
    arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing
    before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that
    looked like mother of pearl, and the street that
    led to the gate looked like pure gold.

    He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got
    closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
    When he was close enough, he called out,
    "Excuse me, where are we?"

    "This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.

    "Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
    "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some
    ice water brought right up."
    The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

    "Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?"
    the traveler asked.

    "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

    The man thought a moment and then turned back toward
    the road and continued the way he had been going.
    After another long walk, and at the top of
    another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led
    through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed.
    There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw
    a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

    "Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"
    "Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place that
    couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."

    "How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
    "There should be a bowl by the pump."

    They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was
    an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
    The traveler filled the bowl and took a long
    drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.

    When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward
    the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.

    "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
    "This is Heaven," was the answer.

    "Well, that's confusing," the traveler said.
    "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
    "Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and
    pearly gates? Nope. That's Hell."

    "Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
    "No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just
    happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave their
    best friends behind."

    I loved this story when I first got it in my e-mail, so I post it whenever I hear of anyone who has lost a dear pet. rn2, I had to call out sick from work for 2 days when my first dog died. IT is so hard. I lost Ginger in October, and I felt just like you did, I didn't want anymore animnals, but now, I truly do miss that unconditional love of an animal, so eventually, I will sneak in a dog.

    NursePooh, that is too funny!! I have fallen asleep on the couch one night, and got woken up by Justin crawling on my bare arm, YIKES!! Scared the daylights out of me!

    Jo-Bobba was very pleased with his new home, he got together with a very pretty couple of gals at the pet store, and he was doing the nasty when I left, he was a virgin, so I am sure he was very happy!!

    I bought Brad a new cage today, it looks escape proof, very cool, 2 story. She schized out. I put her in it at 12:30, she is still running in the wheel at full steam, screeching every now and then. Sheesh, these rodents are awfully ungrateful! I spent $40 bucks on that cage, had to get a new water bottle and also bought her super-soft fluff bedding and a new little house, you'd think she'd be happy!!

    [ May 29, 2001: Message edited by: hoolahan ]