Because of seeing someone else's Home Page, I've decided to include a page here of some of my pets also.
Peppi
This is Peppi, a Chihuahua mix that was very special. I got him when I was 10, right after my Father died in 1969. He lived to the age of 14 years. I had to have him put to sleep due to him having cancer in his mouth that they couldn't cure, and it was one of the hardest things I've ever done. He was sure a lot of fun though, especially when he'd chase his tail as fast as he could, barking in frustration, and ending up quite dizzy.
Tosha
Here is Tosha, a Collie mix who was very good with my children as they were growing up. She never ever seemed to mind them rolling all over her or chasing her. I remember very clearly, one night I let her out to go potty (not knowing she was in heat) and she ran away with a large, male Shephard. Of course I had to get up very early in the morning to go to work, and my kids were quite little and on a trip in Tennessee. I spent the entire night looking for her so I wouldn't have to inform my kids that I allowed their puppy to run away. I ended up calling the Police Dept. and the local Taxi companies to ask them to keep an eye out for her. When the paperboy delivered the paper at appx. 6:00 a.m., I also told him about it. Turned out that he had seen her running with the Shephard and I was able to track her down. Getting her away from that Shephard was a different problem though, especially since Tosha wasn't real thrilled about leaving him.
Krackle
Another Collie, this is Krackle, who was actually a Tri-Collie. He was very strong and a great watch dog, but great with kids. He was huge, but thought he was a lap-dog, and would whine in order to get attention. He died in 1998 at the age of ten years. The photo of the canopy over him was taken shortly before he died. He apparently had a stroke and couldn't move his hind quarters very much. It was quite hot out and little Clayton had made him this canopy to keep the sun off of him. I never did find out if the sword was stuck in the ground to be used as a pole for the canopy, or to ward off bad spirits, but I'd like to think the latter.
Ralph
This is Ralph. I swore I'd never own or allow my kids to own a cat while living under my roof, but my son Clayton had found this kitten starving and tried to force feed the poor thing. Not liking that too much, he bit Clayton and we had to quarantine the darn thing for two weeks. A couple days later, Clayton found the cat gone from it's cage in the garage, with blood everywhere. We all thought for sure that Krackle had ate the poor thing (he hated cats). I did find one drop of blood on him, and no Ralph. Clayton was so upset that I swore if we were to find him alive by some miracle, we'd keep him. Appx. 30 minutes later, I found Ralph hiding under the boat, with just a little scratch on him. The only thing that we can figure, is that a coon, possum, or other animal tried to get to Ralph, and Krackle opened the garage door and lit into it in order to protect Ralph. Still can't figure how the cage door got opened either. Turns out he's the best cat I've ever had or known!
Gypsy
Here is Gypsy the ferrett. The name is very fitting because of her habit of stealing anything he can carry away and hide behind the couch. Surprisingly, she gets along very well with Ralph and White Fang. I haven't let her out yet in Ebony's presence. She loves to sleep in her hammock, and when she is out, we have to keep an eye on her when she's around Angela, because for some reason she loves to bite her toes and nose, especially if Angie's sleeping on the couch or floor.
This is her owner (me) while she is on her better behavior.
White Fang
This is White Fang. She's an American Eskimo and very pretty and smart. I bought her for the kids after Tosha died. She is a big baby, but very protective. She is very slow to warm up to others, including my own Mother! She hates water ever since she dove into the Black River one day and was almost swept away by it's rushing current. Luckily she made it to shore before I had to jump in to get her, as I was stripped down and ready to go.
A photo of White Fang proving that she is part Kangaroo! My daughter Angela is holding Ralph and Clayton is holding a treat for White Fang.
This is my son Clayton, Ralph and White Fang looking on.
Here she is posing quite proudly on the back porch, with Ralph in the background.
My son Clayton camped out on the living room floor with White Fang and Ebony.
Patches
We bought Patches because of Krackle's death, from the local dog pound. He was a very cute Labrador mix and the liveliest of the lot, but it turned out that he had parvo. I spent $300 trying to save his life, but he didn't make it. He was appx. ten weeks old when he died. Even though we only had him for two days in our house, the entire ordeal was pretty traumatic for all. If that wasn't bad enough that Patches died, we also infected the house with the virus.
This is Patches on the couch. Now that I look at the photo's that I had developed today, I can tell that he wasn't feeling well on that day at all. Can't get those eyes out of my head!
Ebony
After the house and yard were treated with a strong bleach solution, we decided to get another Labrador. We had wanted to get one because of them liking the water and kids. The kids named her Ebony. He is pretty spunky, and loves to give White Fang a hard time. We are hoping that he doesn't get the parvo and have done everything we can to prevent that.
And here is Ebony at age ten weeks lying in the back yard, eating a piece of God only knows what.
Here is White Fang and Ebony antagonizing each other.
And here is Ebony posing for me, with White Fang looking on.
Here is White Fang and Ebony antagonizing each other.
And here is Ebony posing for me, with White Fang looking on.
