Discussion in 'Buried Bones' started by Baxter'smybaby, Dec 20, 2008.
How neat my bichon's name is Pepe!
Oh, I'll have to scour my house for some old pictures of my childhood friends. For now I will just tell you about them.
My first pet was a dog that my grandmother bought for me when I was a year old. His name was Toby and he was a wire hair fox terrier. I couldn't have asked for a better friend. When I got old enough I became responsible for all of his grooming and feeding and general care. I learned a lot about dogs through him. I taught him all of his basic obedience and tricks with baby carrots.
He had to be pts at the age of twelve when one morning we discovered a giant lump in his mouth on his upper gums. It was the size of a kiwi and hadn't been there the night before. We took him to the vet and received the worst news imaginable. He had cancer. He was PTS. I still miss him.
My next pet was a parakeet named Beaker. We made the mistake of not clipping her wings and she got out the door one day and never came back.
Then I had Red and Grey. Both kittens that I had found under my grandmother's shed. Grey was eating by a coyote at the age of two and Red is still kicking at a very old age.
That's it for my childhood friends. I hope that I can find some pictures to share with everyone.
Oliver, Georgia, Bales, Elly, Molly, Kita & Jazz.
Bales, Oliver, Elly, Molly, Georgia, Layla.
It's good that you have shared your childhood memoirs with us through these awesome photos. You looks pretty and cute in childhood. Photos is a nice way to keep our memories safe.
My childhood dog Nicky:
Me and Nicky pretend to be?? lol. I guess I was 8 or so here:
I had more childhood pets but the pics of them are here and there. I found these in an old breed themed photo album.
I don't have a picture online of Amber, my first dog. She was a lanky (really really really poorly bred) yellow lab who I ADORED.
Next up came Snowpuff. A maltese x poodle we bought at a pet store. Never let a 7 year old name their dog okay? Or at least retain the right to veto stupid names like Snowpuff He was put down when I was 21.
(The only pictures I have online are digital ones taken about a year before he died. He was overweight, and had a raging eye infection at the time, so not his best).
Then came Snap. My grandpa's GSD. He ended up being re-homed to the trainer grandpa had been working with by the age of 4. He was just too protective and grandpa couldn't properly manage it. I really missed him. He was a fantastic dog with anyone he considered family.
(picture of a picture)
And the cats. I don't have any of TC. He was my step-mom's cat before she and my dad got married. He died when I was 12. Orange and white tabby cat who was GRUMPY.
Boots came next. We got him the summer I was 13. He was a stray at our cottage and we took him in.
He's still alive, lives with my parents. I figure he's about 14 years old.
And dear Puss. (Yes, we had Puss and Boots). Puss was my baby. I adored this cat. He passed away just before Thanksgiving in my first year of University. He was only about 10 at the time. He got sick suddenly and I didn't make it home to say goodbye before he died.
(Picture of a picture, but it's by far my favourite photo of him EVER.)
Edit to add another of Puss:
I seriously miss this cat.
I don't have any pictures but I will definitely share my stories with everyone!
The earliest dog I remember was Nahimana, which is Sioux for "mystic". She was a Siberian husky, a beautiful red and white girl with the deepest chocolate brown eyes. She had a gentle disposition minus she was afraid of men due to a complete accident. My uncle had fallen on her on accident when she was very young and after that she just didn't like men. She passed away when I was around 10 or 11, shortly after my grandmother passed.
Shadow - Shadow was another of my moms huskies, she passed away around 6 months old when she was let out on the chain to go potty and my neighbors pulled her stake from the ground, she hung herself up on our old boy Teddy and was found being drug by him. No no one witnessed this all happening, the neighbors told us they let her go because she was whining
Teddy - Teddy was a big old boy, I remember more about Nahimana then him which is why she is mentioned first. Teddy was a wolfXcollie mix that my uncle rescued off the side of the road when he was a puppy, knowing he couldn't get away with just bringing him home and grandma letting him keep him he took him home and laid him in bed with grandma, she fell in love. This was before I was born, Teddy was a very protective dog and did not take kindly to fighting. He would bark and snarl if someone tried to hit me or anyone else or even pretended to. He passed away when I was 5.
Perdita - Perdy was a Dalmation. She was a beautiful girl but I don't remember to much she passed away when I was 9.
Shadow - Shadow followed me home when I was about 10, despite the signs I put up she was never claimed and so I was allowed to keep her, she was a purebred (from what we could tell) beagle. And she was my shadow. One day I went to get the mail for my mom and she escaped, looking for me....I was never able to find her again.
Rebel - Rebel was my grandmothers dog and when my grandmother passed away I was given the responsibility to take care of her. One day she got away and we never found her again. This was while I was at school.
Cherokee - Cherokee was with us for 3 years she was a purebred, papered rottwieler. She was my step dads dog and was highly overprotective of us. She was poisoned on 2/20/2006 when someone broke into our house, stole many things of value and set the house on fire.
Sheva - My first dog, she was an American Pit Bull Terrier/Rhodesian Ridgeback. She was the sweetest dog ever and oh so easy to train. She was let go on 4/5/08 she was dying from cancer and I let her go peacefully.
(Apology for the awful pictures in advance)
I consider Harley a childhood pet. He's elderly now, we got him when I was six. He was my first Rottie. Due to a long, complicated family situation he's living with someone else and isn't getting the best care.
Here's Harley and Millie a couple years ago.
And when he was younger, when another childhood Rottie. I think she passed away just before I joined Chaz. She was a Very Good Dog.
My kitty, Socks.
Socks getting bathed by my grandma. (Notice my grandparents' extensive alcohol collection/bar, rofl.)
Unfortunately there are some I don't have a picture of.
Sparky, my Jack Russell Terrier. He jumped the wall once, ran into the golf course, grabbed the ball of the tee, and ran around the course with it, lol.
Sam and Jenny, two Lhasa Apsos who were adults by the time I was born. Jenny was a snarky little thing. Sam wasn't allowed inside at night, and countless times I snuck out into the backyard and slept with him out there.
Slayer, Harley's sire. His name was a great way to make a good image for the breed, eh?
He was trained and excelled in every part of Schutzhund. He was a terrific dog.
At one point when living with my dad we had 7 cats, but only Socks was mine.
One of my "childhood" pets who just passed away less then 3 months ago (I look so bad, I was 8 or 9)
We got Seven when I was 5 or 6 I think. She's still alive
Seven and Anna
Before them I had 4 other dobes, 2 whippets, and a cat. Can't find picturs of them though.
This was Sadie, our German Shepherd. We got her when I was 10yrs old and she was like *my* dog. We had such an incredible bond. She was amazing with the family but became very territorial when it came to strangers and had turned pretty aggressive. When she was 4yrs old (I was 14) she attacked a workerman who came up to our house unexpectedly and got put down by AC. I came home from my FIRST day of high school in a brand new city and was completely devastated. I cried for days and I still miss her.
^you can see "my" first dog Daisy too in this pic. She was a Golden who lived to be around 11. I need to get pics of her on my computer.
Here is me & Daisy in 1993-ish, maybe 1994.
Crash our old German Shepherd
(Got him when I was 13)
Scamp our old Silky Terrier
(Got him when I was 12)
Princess our old Silky Terrier with Crash
(Got her when I was 6 or 7 probably)
Zoey our old Shih Tzu
(Got her when I was 15)
Misty our old Siberian Husky
(Got her when I was 6 or 7)
Holly our old Siberian Husky
(Got her when I was 15)
Dixie our old Yorkie
(Got her when I was 14 or 15)
Lucy our old Silky/Yorkie Mix
(She was born to Princess when I was 14 or 15)
I don't have a photo of my first dog, Cleo. She was black lab. I got her when I was 2. (Well, I have pics somewhere, but I don't have access to one right now).
Holly, Lucy, Princess, and Misty were my heart dogs. <3 I miss them all the time.
This was my first pet Domino. The man up the street didn't want her when he found out she couldn't see, so we took her in. I was in grade 2 in elementary, I had her till I graduated high school. She was the best pet and having no sight didn't stop her from doing anything lol
Oh I love this thread!
Okay - I was too young to remember even getting these pets, I was 4 at the time.
But Speck was with us until her teens...Speck is the black/white Dachshund mix, Pandy didn't stay with us long, I am told, and the bird (eating out of the dog bowl)...I forget it's name. Tweety I think. The cat is Thomas Patches.
My sister, me and Speck on the beach. She must have not wanted to look at the camera LOL
This was my cat, Fluffy. I always am amazed that my parents can't figure out why I do rescue when we were surrounded with pets from the moment I was born, or even before...
When I was 12, I got a Springer Spaniel, I named her Pepper.
Then one summer a few years later, I raised an owl. We called him Herbert.
Pepper, holding beer can. She always had to have something in her mouth.
This is Pepper, when I'd grown up, moved out and lived in Oregon where I was married to my 1st husband, and had my daughter with him.
Pepper was amazingly tolerant although she'd not been around kids much at all growing up.
She passed away in the winter of 1989. I was so heartbroken. She'd been my best friend through thick and thin including my divorce from my daughter's dad.
This is a wonderful thread! Keep the photos coming! I wish I could find photos of my old dogs who have passed on... makes me sad to think about them. But happy they are in a better place. Thanks for this thread!!!
Found a picture of me and my first dog, Cleo, a Black Lab.
This is one of my childhood family dogs that I can actually find a picture of.
His name was (LOL) Harley. He was a pretty cool dog, always happy to see everyone.
(its a really bad picture!! LOL)
I didn't have a dog while I was growing up, although I always wanted one.
My grandma had a Westie named Happy who I loved. Whenever I went over to my grandma's house, Happy and I would be inseparable the entire time.
Here I am attempting to put makeup on Happy :rofl1:
Thanks all those who share their childhood images. when I was child I used to have a little cat with whom I used to play a lot in my free time after schooling.
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