Q&A Friday!!
First pets occupy a special place in our hearts. What was your first pet?
Labels: first pet
posted by Mo H @ 6:50 AM
Friday, August 21, 2009
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12 Comments:
First? The goldfish we used to win at the carnivals by throwing a ping pong ball into the bowl.
After that, a greenish-yellow parakeet named Chris.
Oochie, a cocker spaniel, was the first family pet I remember, but MY first pet was a big gray Tom cat named Snoopy.
First family pet was Chia, a funny little mixed dog. My first pet was a brown and white rabbit that I don't remember and then a black rabbit, Blackie. Obviously, I've never been particularly good at naming, which of course is one of my biggest frustrations in writing. :-)
Terry,
I remember those fish in little bowls. We had a few, too!
Diane,
I love Oochie's name!
Judy,
I have to admit when I saw the first half of your sentence I thought you meant a chia pet! There's nothing wrong with your naming ability. Don't make us come after you with some noodles!
LOL!! Mo, perhaps I should elaborate, Princess Chiquita, Chia for short. Part dachshund, maybe terrier, perhaps chihuahua, and something else. :-) Okay, I'll be more positive about the naming thing.
The first family pet I remember was Midnight, our black cocker. He was a wonderful dog!
My first pet was, of course, a cat. Her name was Shasta, but my friend Cindy called her Shasta Louise Elaine Cortez. I have no idea why, but she'd obviously inherited the naming gene. Thunder came to me already named, and it wasn't until I discovered Max's sex that he got his name. Until then, it was "Max or Molly."
I'm loving the pet stories. Keep them coming!
My first pet was a cat named Fluffy. A few years later, we got our first dog, a Sheltie named Pixie. One of the things I like about Oreo, is that she looks similar to Pixie, but Orie is bigger with more white and black in her coat.
The first pet I remember was our dachshund, Fritz. He was a standard dachshund, not a mini, and he really was a great dog. He made the trip to Pennsylvania with us every summer and had no objections to three kids fighting over who got to use him as a pillow. The hardest part of moving to England was leaving Fritz with my Nana in PA. At that time he would have had to be in quarantine for six months had we shipped him over and by that time he was so old we were afraid he wouldn't do well. My Nana adored him and spoiled him rotten. He passed away a few months before we came home from England.
While in England we acquired a King Charles Cavalier spaniel we named Mischief and a big orange marmalade tom cat named Tigger. They were the best of friends and made the trip back to the States with us to live good long lives. In fact my Mom's last cat was Tigger's great, great grandson.
The first pet that I remember that was truly mine was a cat named Snowcap. He was white with a little black patch on his head--thus the name.
We wanted something bigger, really, but the first concession into the pet world was GUINEA PIGS: Flossy (mine) and Jelly (my brother's). We had this huge wooden crate-like cage for them that my dad built in his workshop. Then we would go to the grocery store and get old lettuce and give it to them, old carrots FOR FREE. Well then we got my cat, SPOT, an old cat who adopted us, and the GPs had to have a net put on top... Dad built it.
I loved those silly GPs--their woot woot woots ... their silly crooning and their wiggly bodies.
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