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I have had dogs since I was a baby, and cats
for close to 20 years. Just because I don't have as many
pictures of my other furry (or not furry) pets doesn't mean
I didn't love them, just that they didn't tend to get
in my way when I had a camera. I just plain love
animals. I have had tree frogs and lizards and lots of fish
but don't have pictures of them to share with you.
Eventually I may be able to find more pictures of "Pets
Past" and get them scanned. In the meantime, here are the
pictures I do have available.
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This is Chako. He is a Shepherd Husky Wolf mix that is
about 14 years old. I must confess that he is the dog that
I compare all other dogs to. He would do anything for
me if he could. He seems to know that bees are not good to
have around me and he will keep them away by eating them if
he has to. I once had a bee fly into my hair but
I didn't notice at first. He was sitting next to me
outside and suddenly jumped up and shoved his nose into my
hair and snapped. I wasn't sure what he was doing till he
whimpered (he had gotten stung) and spit out a dead bee. He
is an incredibly gentle dog that loves to have little kids
pat him, pull his tail and use him as a pillow. He is
getting grumpy in his old age and has a hard time walking,
but he still always has a smile for me and wants to let me
know he loves me more than anything.
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This is Cat-Trina our cranky kitty. She is also about 14
years old though she still looks like a kitten. She really
doesn't like the fact that we were mean enough to get a
hyper dog like Chaucer, but is getting used to him. She
likes to sleep on my chest for about 10 minutes every night
and then she migrates to the foot of the bed. You have to be
careful though because if your toes dare to peek out from
under the covers and move she attacks them. If she is
sleeping on the bed during the day and I walk by without
petting her she will try to grab me and pull me back. She
loves people, but hates to be picked up. She is terribly
terribly vocal which I don't mind except for when she
decides that she needs a treat at 2:00 in the morning and is
standing on my chest yelling into my face. She is a bit
strange in her taste of foods. She loves cantelope more than
almost anything (more than tuna and chicken!) she really
enjoys an occasional dog bisquit or some dog food, she likes
all types of beans and really likes broccoli as well. Corn
is another one of her favorites. True, she will come running
when she hears the can opener hoping to get some "tuna
juice" (the water the tuna is packed in) but if you are
opening a can of corn or cream of mushroom soup she doesn't
mind as long as you share. When she was younger she was an
expert at catching birds unfortunately. We put a bell on her
and I swear she used it as a decoy because she seemed to
catch more birds. Once we went on vacation and when we came
back I found some blue feathers, a beak and two legs in
my bed room. She was able to go in and out of the house and
had brought me a present. When I didn't come back right away
to praise her she decided to eat it herself and just leave
me the yucky bits. Thank you kitten...how sweet of you.
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This is Chako as a puppy with Chin-Chin our "whatsit"
dog. It is hard to imagine that Chako when he was a puppy
was about the same size as Chaucer is now. Chako weighs over
100 lb. now and still would like to be a lap dog. Chin-Chin
unfortunately did not live too much longer after this
picture was taken. The foot you see at the top is attached
to Sandy, a Samoyed Golden mix that was about as happy as a
dog can ever be.
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Here Chin-Chin is proving why he made a perfect kid's
dog. My sister and I loved him so much we wanted to include
him in everything we did. We dressed him up in frilly pink
dresses and put him upside-down in a carriage and wheeled
him around the neighborhood. He was a true martyr though, he
let you know that he didn't think pink was his best color
and that ruffles weren't his style but he would wear the
dress just to make us happy. Usually he would fall asleep
while in the carriage. We used him as a target for our
suction cup arrows. Don't worry, he wasn't hurt we didn't
have great aim and never would have done anything to hurt
him. We got him from the pound when he was 7 years old and
he lived to be 17. It is a great lesson for people who don't
want to get anything but a puppy when they visit the pound.
He came potty trained, and we had 10 wonderful years of
playing with him. He may have been considered ugly by
everyone else in the world, but we thought he was incredibly
handsome and got mad when anyone made a crack about him. If
you are getting a dog for your kids, go to the pound and get
a dog from there. I wouldn't have traded Chinny for any pure
bred dog no matter what.
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