When I was a child, we had Mitzi, a purebred boxer that my Dad totally loved! And when I got married, the nesting instinct set in. However, only cats were allowed where we lived and I thought it would be a great new experience.
pet. I gave her a beautiful name, Velvet, because that's just how she felt when I patted her. Velvet was good when she was a kitten, but as she got older, she got really nasty. She would want to be on your lap but when she'd had enough, she'd turned and hiss and spit at you! She lived about 12 years and that was the only cat I've ever owned.
So back to having dogs! We got Cassie, a purebred boxer in the early 1980s when we thought our daughters were old enough to take part in caring for a pet. She was so sweet, but sadly had a bad heart and we had to have her put down when she was only about a year old. Even having her for that short amount of time didn't preclude terrible feelings of grief. But...never fear...another pet came along about 9 months later!
Star was the best dog ever! Another purebred boxer with such a gentle nature! She let the girls dress her up in costumes, including sunglasses and hats and pajamas and anything else that came to hand. She flew in cargo when we all moved from Vancouver to Ottawa and back in the mid to late 1980s and did really well. Below left is Star on top playing with her sister that our friends got at the same time.
She had a wonderful life, even outliving my husband who passed away in 1992. I got her a basket and she slept in my bedroom with me from then on. She started having some problems around 1997 when she was almost 12 years old and with extreme grief, we had to say good-bye. I'm sure she'll be waiting at the Rainbow Bridge for me when I get there.
But then along came Robbie, a purebred cocker spaniel who decided that he was going to be the Alpha of our pack! Um...I don't think so! I took him for professional training and worked really hard with him to obey. But he turned vicious, biting a friend I ran into on the street, my son-in-law, and ME - twice! When he was 3 years old, we had to say "sayonara" to Robbie. I couldn't take a chance on him around my grandchildren, who were small at that time.
Now I have the BEST pet of all - I know some of you have seen photos of Tegan, my very first purebred English Labrador. Here she is a couple of days after bringing her home at 11 weeks, exploring the back yard. She sat right away when I told her to and stayed! Now that's smart!
pet that I've had that is all mine! I don't have to share her with anyone! We have completely bonded and she is like my child (but not to any excess - she is a dog, after all) and she has learned how to behave extremely well. The only problem she has is that she is too smart for her own good. She thinks she can do things against the rules and she'll get away with them. For example, if she sees other people or dogs, she'll run to them to say "Hi" and won't come back! I also have to be careful that she is never allowed off leash unless it's an area that is completely fenced in. Here is a typical pose asking me to play Frisbee with her.
Here is my girl - so pretty, sweet, smart, and my personal confidant. We enjoy pleasant and peaceful evenings together after busy days of perennial Frisbee fun! And when I gaze at her dozing at my feet or on her blankie on the sofa, I have a poignant feeling she will be my last pet.pet lovers, may you have a perfectly pleasant week with your beloved pets. Take lots of photos of them because life is so short and one day, those photos will be very precious to you.