Writing prompt: What was the name of your first childhood pet? Why did you choose this name? Were you hoping for a dog and got a frog instead? Describe your pet’s fur, shell—or lack thereof—and what s/he looked like. What do you remember most about this pet, and what did it mean to you as a friend? What did you learn from taking care of your friend? If you didn’t have a childhood pet, did you want one? If so, what kind? If you felt deprived because you never had a pet, create a virtual one. Create several.
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When I was younger I always wanted a big dog. I was never allowed to have one because my mom claimed she was allergic to dog hair. Little did I know that my family had two dogs for 12 years before I was born, and she was totally fine (allergy-wise). So one day she picked me up from school and said "I have something for you at home. It’s a surprise, and it’s something you’ve been wanting." By then ALL I wanted was a dog, and I would literally ask for one at least once a day, or bring it up in a conversation so it would remain on my mom’s mind. I got really excited and couldn’t wait to get home. Long story short, I went home and found her surprise sitting on my bed in an old crate: a ferret.
She had bought me a FERRET instead of a DOG! She also took it upon herself to name it "Puffy." Its fur was pearly white, so it looked extra "ratty" and scary.
So I didn’t get a frog instead of a dog, but I did get a rodent for a few days. (I ended up giving it away to a friend.) It was like praying for good health but waking up with the flu the next day. Today I have a five-pound Yorkie, and I couldn’t love her more.
There were seven kids in our family. I was the oldest. Despite my mother and father’s protests that we had no room for an animal, we kids always seemed to find a stray that just "followed us home."
One time, we found a very pregnant mutt. I don’t recall if we gave her a name, but I do remember going aroud the neighborhood collecting pop bottles to turn in at the corner store so we could buy our new friend some dog food.
When she delivered a healthy litter several days later, in a neighbors garage, one of the kids knew someone who lived on a farm and would take all of them.
I’m sure my parent’s breathed a great sigh of relief on that one.
One of my sisters, who will remain unnamed, had a thing for all kinds of wildlife. She tried making a pet out of all the garter snakes in our back yard.
She also had a pet pig, alligator (baby), rabbit, cats, dogs.
Today, at 50 she has one cat, Syd, who is going on 15 yrs.
And I have one dog, a Brittany Spaniel who is anywhere from 10-15 years, depending on who you ask. She is also an adoptee of the local Humane Society.
the writing prompt is PETS
When I was young ,I liked PETS
hard to get a human to behave, Pets are a better bet
PETS are so much easier to talk to
if the only one you really want to hear from is YOU
the writing prompt is PETS
When I was young ,I liked PETS
hard to get a human to behave, Pets are a better bet
PETS are so much easier to talk to
if the only one you really want to hear from is YOU
When searching unsuccessfully for a lost dog at the offical dog pound in Sãò Paulo city, I spotted a big, black, mixed Belgian Shepherd, with melting brown eyes and a fluffy tail that couldn’t stop wagging. I took him home, gave him a bath and when I turned to dry him found him lying on the lving room sofa, on his back, with all four legs waving. Joe became part of the family from day one. The baker, walking into the kitchen with his bread basket, took a step backward when he saw Joe and was even more alarmed when the dog got on his hind legs and advanced. But the baker and the household laughed when Joe put his forelegs round him and gave him a hug. Joe loved all comers and won all hearts. He was useless as a watch dog, but played the part of good shepherd on many occasions.
"There will never be another Joe," said my husband, when the dog`s time came.