Did you have a favorite pet as a child? Or maybe your best animal friend is with you right now. Tell us who you favorite pet is/was and what makes them so special. Personally, I had a big goofy dog named Grover when I was growing up. He always knew when I was sad and would cheer me up by sticking his nose right in my face and making silly noises. And although I love all of my cats right now, I have one named Wilbur who is so silly looking he makes me laugh every time I see him.
i love all my many many MANY animals, but my favorite is my cat named MAX. pets always know when you're sad! he always makes me laugh when im feeling blue.
I used to have an awesome empathic cat named Tiger but he disappeared one day... So I'll give the nod to my current buddy, a miniature pincser named Perkins, just because of his longevity(ten years and still going strong) and cuteness.
When I was 11, I hunted, shot, processed, and ultimately ate my very first squirrel when I lived in Huntsville as a kid...I guess from that day on, the squirrel became my favorite pet. I even made a cute little squirrel hat modeled like a "Davy Crockett hat", unfortunately it no longer fits...This fact makes me quite sad...
I am planning on getting a dog someday. The only problem is that I live in my house by myself, I work 8-5 five days a week, and I'm usually out playing music in clubs 4-5 nights a week. Getting a dog may have to wait until the woman I love moves in with me, becuae I wouldn't want to get a dog and let it be alone 75% of the time. I do know what kind of dog I want to get. I want a Vizla. They are Polish hunting dogs (let the Polish hunting jokes begin). They look like 3/4 sized, muscular, short-haired Golden Retrievers.
I'm bi-species, so I can't decide... Favorite Dog: Ollie -- our Airedale terrier named after former UH hoopster, Ollie Taylor. We had him from about age 14 into college years. Favorite Cat: Zeke -- a black Siamese mix. He's just a cool cat. Very affectionate. No problems. Nice to everyone. Names after former Oiler cornerback Zeke Moore, who was another cool cat!
Our first family dog was a small white mixed breed with a curly tail named Bobby. Bobby was a good dog and stayed with our family for over 10 years. When he was getting so old, we knew the end was near. One day I get home from school and he was "at rest" under the tree in the front yard. Now I have two dogs and one parrot. I love my damn dogs.
Ahhh, my favorite pet is a tie: My current Chihuahua is named Nikki. She's a cute 4 lb. female, black and tan. She is easily the smartest dog I have ever owned. She never goes in the street, she was housetrained in less than two weeks (basically in two weekends, I was working the rest of the time), and knows the names of all her toys. Hell of a watch dog too (not to be confused with guard dog, she's too small for that). I had another male Chihuahua named Keeley (sorry keeley) years back. He was not nearly as smart as Nikki, but a great little guy. He love tuna fish too!?
Right now my favorite pet, a sweet kitty named Catherine, is curled up on the couch watching TV. Next to where I was sitting a moment ago. She found us one day - apparently abandoned - and we've had her for six years. I know we're way too attached to this animal... but it's very rare to find a cat this affectionate and companionable. Now I get to leave her alone while I go out and play in the flash floods around Austin...
I've only had one pet in my lifetime, a fish named Mervyn... why did I name it that? B/c the Pet's World we bought it at was right next door to a Mervyn's, which was the first word I saw when I was trying to think of a name for the fish.
I didn't have many pets growing up, but my wife and I now have two dachshunds: Roxie (3.5 years old) and Brewster (.5 years old). I work from my house most of the time, so they pretty much have someone around all the time. In fact, Brewster is rolling over on his back barking at Roxie as I'm typing this post. If I could only get Brewster to quite chewing the wicker baskets their lay-around blankets are in.
I had a pretty cool pet hamster, but my older sister sucked it up in the vacuum cleaner... "OK, Mom! I'll be right (WHOOMP!)...there"
Rocketman Tex---you have good tastes in dogs---A Vizsla was my second choice (sometimes, I think it should have been my first). Anyway, my favorite pet is Pisces. She's an American Water Spaniel who will be 1 year old next Monday. She was born in Afton Wyoming. My wife and I drove from the Texas Coast to Dallas after work on Friday, August 31st last year, and slept about four hours at her mom's house. The next day, we got up at abour three in the morning and drove over 1200 miles to Rock Springs Wyoming. The next morning was our 1st wedding anniversary, and we got up early (again) and drove to Afton and picked Pisces out of the two females left in the litter. She was a hellion then, and she's a hellion now. She was also gorgeous then...as she is now. She's way too high strung and she sheds way too much. Still, I love her dearly, and it's pretty obvious she feels the same way. She's extremely loyal, great with people, and does not realize that she's a dog. She now has a back yard, but she spent most of her first year being kennel trained. We let her sleep in the house at night, and strangely, she must really miss her kennel during the day. When we let her in at night, she BOLTS for the kennel and waits for someone to come close the door. The look on her face when I come home from work is worth all the hassles of having a dog.
My family dog Snuggles, who is a Lhasa Apso. She is about 8 years old, since we got her in 1994 I believe. She was born on New Years Day, and yes she gets presents at Christmas and New Years. She loves my Mom(her Mommy) the most and is very friendly. Of course like us when we are irritated she growls/snaps at you, and she barks when he hears a noise unfamiliar or disturbing to her, but all in all she is downright nice. She wouldn't hurt a fly. Except her toys of course, which she loves to tear the stuffing out of on a daily basis. I don't know what we will do without her, whenever that time comes, which I prefer not to think about. Her favorite pastime is the morning walk my father takes her on, each and every day.
We have 3 Yorkshire Terriers and one Cocker Spaniel. The Cocker is 12 years old and still in fine shape- a little hard of hearing, she is very sweet and everybody's general favorite. My son's dog-she is special. The oldest Yorkshire-Allie born May 1 1995 -very cute- pretty face,quiet- sleeps a lot. Sophie born April 28 1996-very spirited-a hunter by nature. Killer-born Dec. 17 1997- my wife's favorite- the only male- very loyal to her. When Allie was 1 year old she had a stomach - digestive ailment and could not keep her food down. These little guys get in trouble quick so I brought her to the vet the next morning. They put her on an IV drip. We stayed around for a couple of hours and the vet sent us home. She stayed the nite. We went the next day on my lunch break and she turned to us looking very weak and wagged her tail and folded her ears back glad to see us. She was too weak to stand up and the vet told me he could not get her to eat. My wife cried and I shed a tear too. I really thought we wer going to lose her. We hung around a while and the vet promised he would call with a progress report at 5:00 p.m. He called and reported no progress. We really thought we were going to lose her. The vet called me at home at 11:00 p.m. that nite to tell me Allie had eaten some baby food out of his hand. He had been out to dinner with his family and went down to check on her. He told me this was the best we could hope for. The next morning and throughout the day she ate more baby food. By the next day she was eating and her blood work was near normal. He let us take her home. We gave her some special drops for 3 years after that-- 15 min before she ate to ease her digestion. She stabilized, and has since lived a normal healthy life. After all that she became my favorite. My miracle dog.
My parents have had 3 cocker spaniels since I have been around, and both of these with the exception of the last one were blonde cockers named Rocket and Duke. Rocket was actually named after the school's nickname where my dad taught and although a sweet dog, Rocket was pretty stupid. He somehow got cancer and was put to sleep when he was only 7. It wasn't too long after that when I was 12, that we got Duke. Duke was leaps and bounds smarter than Rocket, but he was also more agressive around other people than Rocket. We were always afraid that he was going to bite someone. We had Duke for 6 years, but we never really took the time to train him, so we really wasted him in that respect. When my parents moved to their current house, I was fixing to be a senior in high school. Suddenly, the back yard was bigger and Duke (who could not adapt to being a house dog) was on the outside looking in. My father finally felt that the best thing to do was give Duke to someone who could develop him and spend time with him. So, with that, we (I) never saw him again after the guy came to get him. 4 years would pass. My dad retired from teaching after the spring of '95. He decided that would be the perfect time to get a dog and train it to become a HOUSE dog. So, he decided to get a cocker again, but this time he went with a "parti" , meaning one that had more than one solid color or in this case, black and white. I named our new dog, Rex because that seemed such a good name for a dog (Rex is latin for king...another good dog name). Rex or Rexie (as we like to call him) proved to be even smarter than Duke and to be quite a jewel. Unfortunately, when he was only 2, Rex was hit by a truck by accident. He broke his pelvis and subsequently recovered but (we feel) as a an after effect, he gets these terrible seizures every month or so. Rex just turned 7 and although, I don't live with my parents anymore, I still consider him to be my dog as well. My dad has talked about getting a black female cocker, but he wants to wait until after Rex passes. Rexie has been a very special part of my life and my parents' and will definitely be missed. I have posted this pic twice before, but here is what Rexie looks like with me holding him (this pic was around in '96 or '97).
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