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I've kept beasties all my life, from big slobbery dogs to tiny dwarf hamsters and everything in between. I remember when I was younger, my house used to be like a zoo, and kids in my class would always be pestering me to come and visit. These are all the pets I have kept, from first to most recent. Yes, It's bloody long, but if you don't wanna read it, then feel free. I'm writing it as a trip down memory lane for myself.
- Buster the Rottweiler - These majestic creatures are often looked at with fear, due to their great size and blacker than black fur. People often associate them with Evil, due to their portrayal as Demonic monsters in The Omen. Buster was unfortunately poisoned by my mums' (ex) friend when we went on holiday. He was a beauty, and made her own shabby rotty look a bit naff in comparison. She says he eat undercooked meat. If that's the case, why did her own miserable rottweiler survive? To this day, we believe she was jealous and wanted to get rid of the "competition"...
- Shayne the Rottweiler - Not willing to let her win, we bought a second rottweiler. They make perfect guard dogs, and despite their ferocious reputation, Buster and Shayne were always impeccably behaved and wonderful characters. We let him in the garden one winters day, to do his business. The last we saw of him, he was being bundled into a car by a couple of hodded men. He always was a little too trusting of people...
- Tessa the Alsation - decided to go for a different breed, having had soo much heartache with the rottweilers. Wonderful, kind dog. Had the sweetest temprament, and loved people, especially kids. Always followed youngsters around the house, keeping a motherly eye on them, and barking if they were ever in danger. A superdog. She died of arthritus at the age of 9, and will never be forgotten. It was an agonising disease, that German Shepherds are prone to. We had to have her euthanised to allow her to go to a better, pain-free world.
- Angel and Cleo, the fantail goldfish - Ah. Interesting one this. It was christmas 1994 (I was 8). Having asked Father Xmas for a hamster, I was filled with anticipation. Under the tree, there was a large, square pressie for me. I was sure my prayers had been answered, and with a massive smile, began to rip the paper apart. Upon finding, not a cute fluffy hamster, but two slimy goldfish, I burst into tears. My poor mum felt so bad. To top it off, my older brother let out squeals of delight, and I turnt around to find that mum had bought him a beautiful budgie. (It died about a year later, and my mum had to tell my poor brother that it had flown away out the window...) I was besides myself with jealousy. (ungrateful little child that I was). However, my fondness for my fishies began to grow, and I eventually fell in love with them. They lived to the grand old age of three, when my 4yr old sister fed them terrapin food, and they grew larger and fatter, and eventually exploded. (yes. literally exploded). poor things.
- Terrence and Trudence the Terrapins - I had to beg my mum for a couple of these tiny, shelled wonders. She caved in and bought them eventually. They were marvellous to watch, as they swam around their stinky tank. I woke one morning to find trudence had retracted into her shell. She stayed that way for three days, and we eventually decided she was dead, and buried her in the garden. (I now know that they can hibernate this way for months, and it was probably us cruel humans who sent her to an early grave). Terrence lived a couple of years longer. We used to feed them tadpoles from our frog infested garden. It was so exciting to watch him chase them and snap them up hungrily. Very cute, but EXTREMELY smelly...
Lucy and Mittens the cats - Still alive and well to this day, and at the grand old age of 13 and 14. Lucy is Mittens' mum, and they always look out for each other and snuggle up together of a day. They have had a series of unfortunate events. When Lucy was 4, she fell over the banister, from the third floor of our house. She luckily did no worse damage than a broken leg. My mum, to this day, believes I dropped her. This is NOT the case. Around 3 years ago, my mum was unloading clothes from the tumble dryer, when an extremely hot, bedraggled ball of fluff fell out amongst them. It was Lucy. She recovered after a couple of weeks, and no longer sleeps in the tumble dryer and runs away the moment she hears it begin to rumble. (That's 2 lifes down, 7 to go!). Mittens is a crazy cat. I would say she's a bit of a dwarf, as she still looks the size of a large kitten. She is always bashing her head off of things, and her meow sounds a bit demented. She also runs away at the slightest noise. Other than that, she's adorable. I hope they have a good few years of life left in them, they are my little stars.
- Hammy The Hamster - (yes, most unoriginal name EVER...) He was a grand hamster, was our Hammy. Lived to almost 4 years of age, and had a lovely temprament and feisty personality. A little too feisty. My mother decided to place a female hamster we had been given by her friend who didn't want it, into his cage. (She doesn't know the first thing about hamsters...) When I woke up and foundv the two hamsters in one cage, I almost had a heart attack. They are usually EXTREMELy territorial, and will fight to the death. However, they were snuggled up together, and looked to be getting along. They lived happily together for a couple of months. She fell pregnant, and built a nest. He proceeded to become more and more grumpy (perhaps even hamsters dislike their women becoming fat?). We came home from a family outing, to find hammy looking rather pleased with himself, and the preggers female lying in the woodchips with her head hanging by a single thread of skin. After throwing up, I renamed hammy "Hammibal Lecter". I never quite felt the same way about my homicidal hamster after that...
I had other hamsters too, but won't bore u with the details.
-The Gerbils - Whilst I always kept hamsters, my brother kept gerbils. Cute little balls of mischief, they were always up to no good, be it hatching elaborate escape plans, or gnawing every item we lovingly placed in their cage to within a shred of its existance. Houdini, the wonder gerbil, was forever escaping. We usually managed to catch him, but one day he found a hole in the kitchen floor, and ran straight down it. We endured days of him scratching around under the floorboars, then presumed he had been eaten by rats when it stopped. My mum had the genius idea of putting a rope down into the hole, till it reached the bottom, hoping that he may be alive and come climbing back up it. We put a new batch of food beside the hole evry day, trying to entice him up. It went on like this for days, when we gave up. The rope stayed there, just in case. About half a year later, my sister screamed "Mum! There's a rat in the kitchen!!!" We ran in, to find a humongous, filthy dirty rat running around. I suddenly noticed that it had a furry tail, and we realised our little gerbil friend had miraculously risen from the dead. He was named Ratty after that. We managed to catch him, and put him into a spare cage that had luckily been left by another girbil that died a few days earlier. He seemed to have grown to about twice the size of a regular gerbil, and was certainly a lot more vicious. He died a couple of weeks later. Perhaps he died of a broken heart for a lady rat he had met under the floorboards? we will never know.
- Bubble n Squeak the russian hamsters - What cute, darling, little bundles of fur these guys were. They lived in harmony, lived a long life and had a couple of cuter than cute litters, (One of which was eaten by the mother..). However, I say long, but indeed it was untimely. For poor little squeak. Being stupid kids, me and my younger brother decided little squeak would enjoy a runaround in his plastic toy castle. She did seem to be enjoying it, when she tried to escape through the spiky castle entrance, my stupid brother slammed it down on her neck in panick. Needless to say, she didn't survive the sharp plastic spikes, and was much missed by me and bubble.
- Eevie - My darling Alsation. My mum got her three years ago, and I held her on my lap all the way home from the breeders' house. She was so tiny then. She's a fully grown and powerful dog now. After Tessa, we didn't feel like getting another dog. Many years passed, when our house was burgled. My mum decided we would get a guard dog to make us feel safer. She certainly does her job well, if a little too well, trying to bite the poor postmans' fingers off every morning, and barking like a dog posessed when someone so much as looks at our house. She's a gorgeous dog though and as sweet as can be. She understands every word that is said (I'm sure of that) and her fave programme is Eastenders. She will lie on the couch everytime the music starts up, and go mad if someone tries to tell her to move. She's as much a part of the family as I am. I have missed her terribly since i've come to live with my boyfriend.
- Michaels' Hamsters... - My bofriend has kept, unsuccessfully, about 20 hamsters. Chinese dwarf hamsters, (who all began to kill each other, and one was taken by a crow that flew in our window...yes, really) and syrian hamsters that have all either died of unknown diseases within a couple of days, or been killed in freak accidents. Yet he still can't resist them. I go mad everytime he buys a new one, but he won't give up. His infatuation began after I bought the wonderful "Madame Butterfly" (Don't ask) a couple of years ago. She was the most wonderful hamster I've ever known. She's happily sit on my shoulder for ages, and raise her paws to beg to come out the cage. I would allow her to roam my bedroom freely, and she would always come out from under the bet or whatever area she was exploring, the moment I called her name. She developed a bad back (genetic I believe) and went blind in one eye, eventually passing away a few months ago. michael doesn't seem to realise that she was 1 in a million, and he will never be able to replace her. Nonetheless he keeps trying...
A couple of weeks ago, I awoke to hear scratching from one of the empty cages. My thirst thought was that one of the hamsters had returned to seek it's revenge on Michael. It turnt out he had bought another one, yet again. I thought "here we go..." However, it turns out that this new hamster, is actually very friendly, and doesn't scream in fear like the others did. It's doing really well so far, seems happy and healthy, and allows us to pick it up without attempting to amputate our fingers. So maybe Madame Butterfly has finally met her match. Time will tell..
MY CURRENT PETS
- Robbie the roborovski - Roborovski's are the smallest and fastest of all hamster species. My Robbie runs so fast that you can't see his tiny legs! I love him dearly as he's such an amusing little beast. Whenever I take him out and place him on my hand, he will run up my arm, around my shoulders and back down into my other hand, a trick that provides much entertainment to my little sisters, although he did once get tangled up in my sister Bianca's hair, which was rather funny, as I later found that he's stored some of it in his cheeks, and started to make a nest with her hair. lol. He will eat anything, and seems quite content in his mansion of a cage, a rotastack palace, that's about the equivalent in size of a human living in Buckingham Palace. Bless 'im.
- The tropical fish - I decided to get a fish tank and s few fish for my 21st b-day back in February. they all seem to have flourished in their planted tank and are doing really well. I have 1 neon tetra, 2 wild-green neon tetras, 2 Platy's (1 of which is pregnant and about to drop) 5 Mountain Minnows, 3 glow-light tetra's, 1 black phantom tetra, a Betta (siamese fighting fish, who is actually very placid and gets along with all the others), 2 honey gourami's (wonderful, beautiful little fish), 2 shrimp.
The shrimp are the most amusing creatures I have ever owned. They will swim mad laps around the tank, like greyhounds chasing an invisible rabbit, pissing the fish off like mad, then occasionally they'll jump on an unsuspecting fish's back, and ride it like a horse, sooo hilarious. I never realised how fascinating fish could be to watch, and had always thought them alittle boring. They are however, wonderfully entertaining, and I think i will be keeping fish for life now, can't wait 2 get a bigger aquarium!
Well. That's the lot! I haven't mentioned each individual hamster/gerbil/cat, as i've just realised a missed a couple of cats out, Brandy and Moscow, who both ran away to never be seen again. As you can tell, I am a huge fan of keeping pets, they have provided me with years of fun, happiness and occasionally heartbreak. They have been worth every penny we've spent on keeping them. I simply couldn't imagine my life without pets. I wish everyone the best of luck with their own little beasts, and may they bring u as much happiness as mine have brought me. Sorry for making it so long, I'm not after a best answer, just wanted to share my wonderful pets past and present with the readers here.
Cheers 4 reading. X
2007-03-26 14:36:33
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