Many years ago, a dog I loved very much passed away in the middle of the night, with my father by her side. I've got pictures of me and this dog side by side when I was just a wee lad, and losing her was a heartbreak for me. It was so much worse than losing a simple girlfriend - losing Ginger was like losing a part of myself. I felt as though I could never recover from the tragic event that had occurred, until Lady.

She was discovered by my Grandmother at the vet. Grandma had gone to get the dog's shots when she spotted a pedigree dog, pure breed Border Collie. As crazy as she can be at times, my grandmother is also extremely thoughtful, and she knew that we'd just lost Ginger to the brutal tides of change; she asked the owner of the Border Collie about the dog. The owners, a story in their selves, readily answered all questions, implying that she was a horrible dog and wanted to rid of her. My grandmother passed this information down to us, and we further investigated.

We contacted the owners. A former couple (man and wife), had bought a male and female border collie as a reflection of themselves supposedly. The wife divorced the husband, and yada yada went off and became some sort of lesbian down at the Russian River. (I have nothing against people who are gay, let's make that clear now. I'm just adding it to the story for emphasis of the bizarre occasion). So, this woman divorces the man, and leaves her dog behind. The man becomes some sort of a drunkard, and starts abusing "Janey", which was the dog's name at the time.

Looking so lonely and lost. An abused dog - afraid of vacuums, afraid of brooms, afraid of fast moving hands or feet - shivers, tied up with a wire and chain in the middle of a chicken yard. We were told that "She's horrible, she will not eat. Feel free to call us and we'll take her back." Dirty, filthy, disgusting liars. She was immediately comfortable, she ate like a horse all weekend, and we've kept her and loved her ever since. She sleeps by my side every night almost, and when she doesn't she's right outside my doorway, standing guard for whatever danger may arise.

She's so beautiful, with her cute little ears that flop up when she's listening, her pretty one blue eye, and her deep brown eye, her black and white fur with spotted arms, and even the way she seems like she's always panting, supporting her weight. She's just all around such a cute and wonderful dog, certainly the best "family" dog we've ever had.

She's loyal, and obedient. We've never really had a dog that's intelligent, and "Lady", as we named her, certainly is. She'll lick people's feet as they go by, or tickle their leg. Sometimes when my hand hangs off of my bed, she'll come up and start making out as though I'm petting her, and then start licking my hand. She has this clump of hair that always forms right on her butt, it's really funny because it never goes away and it sort of just wobbles there. She loves to roll in the dirt too . . . what a dog. Too bad I have to give her the baths, otherwise I'd think that's funny too.

All around, she's almost like a best friend. Just think, I can tell her all my secrets and she won't tell a soul. She kisses me all the time, and we both love each other. She's there for me when I need her, at least most of the time, she can be pretty lazy when she wants to. My dog's great.

I'll upload a picture of my super-cute dog as soon as possible.

I love all of my animals really, I've also got a parakeet I've had since I was 9 years old. She's a magnificent blend of so many different colors. Dazzler has a spectacular blue chest, long black tipped feathers, and a blend of black spots, blue spots, and yellow on her face. She says four phrases: "Hello." "Dazzler!" "Bob!" "BITCH!". The fourth one was a mistake. Well, sort of, as an automatic response to her biting me, I'd shake my shoulder to get her off me and say a few dirty words I guess (in pain of course), and I guess she's smart enough and picked up on it. She also dances to music, and sings along. She jumps on my keyboard, and kisses me all the time.

My cat is king of the house. Even my dog is afraid of him. I can't say he's my cat, because really it's the other way around in his little kitty cat world, you see, I'm HIS human. This is HIS house. He's MY master. I love how cats work - he's an independent black tabby with these extraordinary markings of black with what looks like tan markings in some sort of forgotten language down his body. When he's stretched out, he's over 4 feet long. Amazing creature.

My day went well, but honestly I felt like talking about my animals because they really are pretty neat. I'll try to upload a picture of them all as soon as possible, which shouldn't be hard or take that long. Really it depends on how fast I can get my mom to scan it, who is kicking me off the internet right now, so I have to get going and upload this page. That's one thing about my mom - when she wants something, she wants it right then, and she's not very considerate of me sometimes. She'll say something like, "Ten minutes, shit." - that's not even necessary, it's argumentative. Just part of my life though, so it's nothing that I'm ashamed of. As I've mentioned before, she's a good person.

Time to go my friends, don't want to anger the parental units.