My late husband had his own way of describing the various pets we had over the years. He called them a "hairy mass of molecules" and that seemed to describe about any one we had.
When I married him I had a dog named Sysnyck. She was a poodle/Chihuahua mix. Very black and with the hair that required a groomer. She was named after a television show that was about a drill instructor that opened a gym in the heart of gang territory in New York City. I just name my animals whatever comes to mind. No thought for gender or looks or size. Sysnyck lived to be 12 years old and died of kidney failure, a weakness in both of the breeds at the time. She is buried in the front yard.
Then Kenny's sister gave us a red dingo cattle dog. We got her the same day I peeled 3 bushels of chile, so we named her Chile. I guess she was actually a heeler. She was nuts about tennis balls and loved to play catch. She played catch as long as someone would throw the ball. Key here was it was between you and her. You throw and she fetched. One time we had company come and they had a couple boys about 11 or 12. We sent them out to play fetch with Chile and they decided to toss the ball to each other. The came in crying and terrified because Chile sent them up the tree because that was HER ball. End of that game.
She would play with one ball at a time. When she was tired of the ball she would shred it and pick another. We picked up 12 tennis balls at the flea market once and brought them home to her. We dumped them all out on the ground. She sorted through and got the one she wanted and the rest were put away because if we threw one of those she would not chase it. She only wanted HER ball and when she tore it up she was ready for another. She is in the front yard.
While Chile was still with us we got a little blond poodle since that was Kenny's choice of a dog. Chile helped house train Tammy by standing in the flap of the doggie door so Tammy could go out and in to potty. Damn smart dog. Chile died before Tammy.
Next dog was another heeler named Polly. She was white with one black eye. She became very possessive of me and finally attacked Tammy for getting too close to me. That was sad as we had to have Tammy put down from her injuries. We thought about having Polly done also, but decided to be a one dog house instead and that was what we did until the neighbor lady came dragging home a little white dog with 2 black eyes. By this time Polly was ready for company and we pretty much lived happily until Polly passed and Elvira needed rescued. I never knew how old she was.
Also interspersed through the years were several cats. I only like calico cats and I only like distinctly marked Calico. First was Charmin who lived 18 or 19 years. Boots was Kenny's cat because he was a boy and he was gray. He was around 15 years. I finally got my last Calico 7 years ago. I had a friend who named her. Calicos are always female for some reason. He named her Icarus. When I explained that Icarus was a boy, he informed me that no one but me was smart enough to know who Icarus was. So Icarus she is and is on my lap constantly.
My menagerie that is shrinking. But memories live forever, don't they?
When I married him I had a dog named Sysnyck. She was a poodle/Chihuahua mix. Very black and with the hair that required a groomer. She was named after a television show that was about a drill instructor that opened a gym in the heart of gang territory in New York City. I just name my animals whatever comes to mind. No thought for gender or looks or size. Sysnyck lived to be 12 years old and died of kidney failure, a weakness in both of the breeds at the time. She is buried in the front yard.
Then Kenny's sister gave us a red dingo cattle dog. We got her the same day I peeled 3 bushels of chile, so we named her Chile. I guess she was actually a heeler. She was nuts about tennis balls and loved to play catch. She played catch as long as someone would throw the ball. Key here was it was between you and her. You throw and she fetched. One time we had company come and they had a couple boys about 11 or 12. We sent them out to play fetch with Chile and they decided to toss the ball to each other. The came in crying and terrified because Chile sent them up the tree because that was HER ball. End of that game.
She would play with one ball at a time. When she was tired of the ball she would shred it and pick another. We picked up 12 tennis balls at the flea market once and brought them home to her. We dumped them all out on the ground. She sorted through and got the one she wanted and the rest were put away because if we threw one of those she would not chase it. She only wanted HER ball and when she tore it up she was ready for another. She is in the front yard.
While Chile was still with us we got a little blond poodle since that was Kenny's choice of a dog. Chile helped house train Tammy by standing in the flap of the doggie door so Tammy could go out and in to potty. Damn smart dog. Chile died before Tammy.
Next dog was another heeler named Polly. She was white with one black eye. She became very possessive of me and finally attacked Tammy for getting too close to me. That was sad as we had to have Tammy put down from her injuries. We thought about having Polly done also, but decided to be a one dog house instead and that was what we did until the neighbor lady came dragging home a little white dog with 2 black eyes. By this time Polly was ready for company and we pretty much lived happily until Polly passed and Elvira needed rescued. I never knew how old she was.
Also interspersed through the years were several cats. I only like calico cats and I only like distinctly marked Calico. First was Charmin who lived 18 or 19 years. Boots was Kenny's cat because he was a boy and he was gray. He was around 15 years. I finally got my last Calico 7 years ago. I had a friend who named her. Calicos are always female for some reason. He named her Icarus. When I explained that Icarus was a boy, he informed me that no one but me was smart enough to know who Icarus was. So Icarus she is and is on my lap constantly.
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