Growing
up we were a dog family. We got our first dog (Lucy) when I was a few
months old, and Lucy (a yellow Labrador) and I grew up together. When I was a baby she'd sit under the pram and guard it... and when we lived in North London Sunday walks on Hampstead Heath were a weekly (ish) ritual.
Lucy
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Leo
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When
Lucy got older we got her a young companion - barely out of puppy-hood,
Leo - another yellow Labrador. Leo adored Lucy and Lucy put up with the young pup. During my late teens I'd often take Leo for long walks in the countryside, I had a unique training method - if he pulled the leash I'd turn round and stamp just in front of his nose. He behaved for me, but not anyone else! Lucy died when I was about 11 or 12; Leo
when I was 18 or 19.
Dodie
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Joe
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After we lost Leo my mother vowed, no more dogs. A
vow that lasted a few months. My parents then adopted Dodie a
Lurcher-something cross, shortly followed by Joe a collie-something
cross. I wasn't living at home with my parents by this time - that didn't stop
Dodie and Joe taking me to their canine hearts with typical dog
enthusiasm.
Jack
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In the meantime, I'd adopted a dog of my own - Jack a Bearded Collie-something cross. Life changes brought me back to my parents house, along with Jack. Three dogs and three adults in a fairly small semi... quite a challenge. The dogs got on well together, Dodie ruling the roost and stirring up trouble with her dainty paw - often getting the boys into trouble.
Sadly the three dogs were very similar in age, and passed away within 18 months of each other a couple of years back.
Dogs are great pets. They are loyal and loving. Jack had a sixth sense for when I was upset and would come and sit with me. They also need a lot of walking and exercise... and scruffy mutts like Jack and Joe need a lot of grooming!
Now I live in a cat family. Casper is lord of the manor and possibly the most spoilt pet I've ever owned. He's worth it though.
Reasons I love my cat:
- when he sleeps he makes little kitten squeaks and snores
- he has the biggest purr of any cat I've met (ever) - the vets can't check his heartbeat as it is drowned out by purring!
- he comes whenever he's called (except on occasions of selective deafness)
- he adores his treats, drooling when they're handed out - and he knows the routine that goes with them, even down to counting how many he gets
- he loves to be brushed (lucky as he is on the fluffy side)
- his favourite game is fetch - you throw the ball, he brings it back (like a small dog!)
- his second favourite game is 'Pirates' which is always fun to watch
- he keeps me company constantly - whether on the blanket box or the bed
- he has the most incredible vocal range - I don't know what he's saying; but I can tell the gist of it from his tone. We often have conversations, where neither of us knows what the other is saying!
- he talks to himself when he's playing or watching the birds
- he thinks he is a person in a small black fur coat
The many faces of Casper
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