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What kind of pets do you have? I think Matt recently mentioned having a fish, which I couldn't keep alive myself. Which got me to thinking this might be a fun thread, sorta like "Where are you from? What's your pet(s) name(s)? Why did you name them that? I think that a short first post would work better than some of my wordy things, so I'll talk about mine in a few days.

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OK, I have a 19 year old femal calico cat. I got her when she was 6 months old. She is a housecat and never goes out. She is the love of my life and realize that because of her age, her time left here is limited.She is slowely developing arthritis...sort of like me.

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Fish?

 

truth be told, i barely keep my cactus alive and would never torture an animal with my nurturing skills. i would hope there will not be discussion of fish on this post.

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I have two (formerly) male cats.

 

The first one sorta picked his own name when he was very young. Was on the phone with a friend when I whined "the little bruiser just peed on the sofa again". He was a combative little shit.

 

"Bruiser" stuck. Now, at 17+ pounds, even the vet agrees its the right name for him. I have to cross my legs just to make enough lap for him to snooze in. Fortunately, the peeing on the sofa stopped and he's no longer all that combative.

 

The other was born May 1st, hence the name MayDay. (Well, that and the sounds he makes when Bruiser attacks. ;-)) He's the smaller of the two at 12 pounds.

 

First time the vet saw MayDay (she hadn't seen Bruiser yet) she panicked me a bit by saying "Look at those paws! He's gonna be a BIG kitty!" I stood there thinking "Oh no! Lighting DOES strike twice!" ;-)

 

(And for the health nuts, the vet says neither is fat. They're just big damn cats!)

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My partner has a welsh terrier (if there were such a thing as a minature airdale, that would be a welsh; they're pretty closely related), named Gus. (Argus, the creature of 1000 eyes - always had to see everything! I sometimes call him Lord High Surveyor - OBE, which in this case means "Obsessive Bagel Eater") Gus is 8.5 years, has recently become diabetic, but is still very playful and energetic, and hates to be left alone. He doesn't cry or whine, but his ears droop, as does his tail (which is otherwise bolt upright and frequently vibrating)

 

If I ever become single again, I won't have a dog - I understand loneliness quite well and don't want to subject another semi-sentient being to a lot of it.

 

http://rdrop.com/~honcho/gusC.jpg

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I have two Dalmations (Daphnie and Darwin) six and five respectively. Although from different litters, I refer to them as brother and sister. Darwin can't handle being away from his sister but Daphnie couldn't be bothered with Darwin. Typical woman:-)

 

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I do have a fish, he's lonely: (

I went out yesterday to buy him some friends, but the woman at the shop told me that they wouldn't survive very long, as Siamese fighters are vicious, and they can survive in conditions that other fish cannot. So he's still all alone.

his name is Phishy Fish: )

matt(likes to cuddle and love and snuggle his fish, though Phishy Fish doesn't care for it much.)

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Biblo a sly poster? NO PIC

 

Bilbo:

 

Several days ago, you started a thread "Pet peeve?" What is your obviously sly intention?

 

I am eager to hear about this,

Jizz

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>matt(likes to cuddle and love and

>snuggle his fish, though Phishy

>Fish doesn't care for it

>much.)

 

What do you expect from an animal that doesn't realize it was just at the other side of the bowl 30 seconds ago?:-)

 

-Andreas Mikeals

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RE: Biblo a sly poster? NO PIC

 

Geeze, Jizz, that actually hadn't occurred to me. Well, maybe it will explain itself in time.

 

My lover Loyal's dog is a miniature schnauzer who has a longer name which includes Prince but I only really know him as Schnickie. He's 16. His advanced age keeps Loyal at home every night and is one of the major reasons we don't live together yet. But I love him and wish him no harm.

 

My dog is Champgne Deco Bard on his AKC papers. It was early in the morning when I was filling them out and I left out the second a in Champagne. My fourth husband and I were driving away from home the day before that and realized that Bard had gotten out and was playing in the front yard. I said "Smoothe move, Shakespeare!" and Lester said that that is what I should name him since I'm an actor, so I sorta did. He thinks he's half cat since his big brother is a cat. More on Phantom later, my tummy says its lunchtime.

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If my name were Noah, I'd have an ark with AT LEAST two of everything on it. As it is -- and I'm sure it's for the best -- my house is arranged in such a way that I can have only dogs.

 

I cannot live without dogs. In my adult life I have owned, showed, and bred (in this order) Afghan Hounds, Whippets, English Cocker Spaniels, Norfolk Terriers, and Standard Schnauzers.

 

My English Cocker, Jasper, was top-winning English Cocker in the United States in 1976, and I've never had another dog that was so successful in the show ring. My Norfolk Terrier, Arthur, was the only one of that breed I owned because I couldn't find another one as good as he was.

 

For the past ten years I've been involved (up to my neck!) with Standard Schnauzers. The other night when I was trying to go to sleep in the heat I started counting up the number of Standard Schnauzers I've either owned or bred, and it came to twenty. One of them was an imported International Champion, another the daughter of the only Standard Schnauzer ever to go Best-in-Show at Westminster, and a third was the Junior World Champion at the World Show in Finland as well as Bundessieger of the Deutsche Schnauzer-Pinscher Verlag in Germany.

 

At the moment I'm sort of on holiday because Standard Schnauzers are too intense for my current level of emotional energy. (If you wouldn't mind losing to a dog, you could teach a Standard Schnauzer to play chess in about an hour.) At home I have one spayed champion bitch, Mala, who has retired from motherhood; one neutered champion dog, Steel, who is alpha, knows it, and acts like the Duke of Edinburgh; and a brainless-wonder pretty-boy named Bobby, who still has his balls because he hasn't been shown yet. Steel's brother, Vinnie (named by his owner for the quarterback Vinnie Testaverde because they both have great asses), spends every day with us while his mom is at work.

 

I am almost equally attracted to cats and would probably have dozens of those, given the opportunity. Also parrot-type birds. And horses. And goats. Well, as I said: an ark.

 

That's probably more than you want to know!

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I forgot to mention my cat's name: Opal: named after Opal Gardner on "All My Children". At the time Opal was played by the actress who went on to play Naomi on "Mama's Family". Would you believe that "Opal" is still a character on that soap.

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I've got a Jackson chameleon. A real cool pet. He's got some real nice horns sticking out of his head. He's always horny, like me.

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I have a five year old West Highland White Terrier called Bonnie. When I got her as a pup I couldn't help but think thst she was a bonnie wee lass, hence Bonnie. She is the second dog of this breed that I have owned.

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I have a miniature fox terrier called Lucas and nicknamed Spooky which I inherited when he was four along with some furniture and a house full of books from a friend who succumbed to the epidemic. He is intact and I was terrified he would develop the unattractive habit of copulating with human legs, but fortunately he never has. His only exposure to sex has been to engage in 69 with a neutered male which has since left the city. He is now almost thirteen, has a heart murmur, a perineal hernia and epilepsy, but still flies around like a puppy. I never go away as I won't leave him and am too scared to take him in a plane. Recently a dog was loaded on a plane in Tasmania (Australia) to go to Victoria (less than an hour away) and ended up in Vienna. Luckily they waived the quarantine restrictions to let him back in.

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I live with two very active young Bengal cats. The intellectual one (Pantoum), 3 years 9 pounds, is marble pattern. The big butch-looking one is Sextus. He is 2, weighs in a 12+ pounds, and is of the spotted variety. Both are spectacularly beautiful. On vet visits the staff all gather around to ooh and ahh. Like many of their breed, they are fond of water and like to get in the shower with me. They are extremely friendly and like to entertain escorts nearly as much as I do.

 

P.S. Bilbo -- what breed is your dog?

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I have two Labrador Retreavers. One is Yellow and One is Black. They are Uncle and Nephew and about 2 years apart. Their names are Zack and Ziggy. When referring to them both...I just go "Z-boys".

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I have a GORGEOUS blonde Beagle, also know as "Lemon" Beagles.

She is my pride and joy, and I love her to death.

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One way Loyal and I make a living now is dog sitting. With a little house sitting on the side. Last Fall, we got to house sit with two gorgeous golden retrievers. It was so much fun throwing their ball into the pool and watching them jump in and swim to fetch it. My dog won't even play fetch on dry land.

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WetDream - I did forget to mention that, didn't I? Bard is a chowchow. Chow for short.

 

And, amazingly enough, my cat's name is Phantom! A really nice young man (now gone Heavenward) and his lover were living in a very small one bedroom with a chow and this cat. And the young man, Giovanni (later an Emperor of Houston) wanted another chow. Larry, his lover, tried to call his bluff and told him that the apartment was too small for three pets (which it was, it was hardly big enough for one chow) and that to get another dog, he'd have to give away the cat. So, he gave Phantom to me. Like almost all other white animals with blue eyes, he has a small defect - too many passive genes, so to speak. His is that he has one eye that waters a lot of the time with a dark water that runs down the side of his nose. Which gave him the appearance of wearing a one eyed mask, so Gio named him after the Phantom of the Opera. When we first got together, Loyal kept insisting on calling him Shadow. So now his long name is Phantom Shadow Darling Dear.

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Mr. Bilbo: Thanks for the answer. I've always been attracted to chows -- their are so architectural and those black tongues... Phantom sounds like a great cat. (And Pamtoum and Phantom are quite close in "letters." Pamtoum was named after a Malaysian verse form. Thought he need an exotic name to go with his exotic looks.)

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"Water" dogs are always fun. A friend has a Chesapeake Bay Retriever, a breed that is so water-oriented they have webbed paws. It's great fun to take that dog to the lakefront and play fetch. Unless, of course, there are ducks on the lake. She usually decides to fetch one of those instead. And often actually brings it about. :-(

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I'm still in mourning over the loss of my beloved pet iguana, Norman. Spiney Norman to be exact, named after the giant imaginary hedgehog that the fictional gangster named Dimsdale thought was chasing him on an episode of Monty Python's Flying Circus. I'd had Norman since he was just a hatchling. One day, eight and a half years and four and a half feet later, he clutched his little scaled chest and fell over dead. I think it may have been spinach that did him in. I learned after his demise that a roomate of mine (a spinach lover) had been slipping loose leaves of the stuff to Norman as a snack, thinking my regimented diet of broccolli tops, the occasional cricket, carrot peels, and calcium supplement too bland. I believe his delicate metabolic functions couldn't process the accumulation of the acidic veggie quick enough and it eventually did him in. That's just my theory, and if I'm wrong, than I truly regret having slipped exlax into my roommates coffee every morning for a week after Normans' death.

Another quick pet tragedy was Felix the black tailless Manx, carried off by an enormous bird of prey (a brown eagle in Texas). I can still see the shapes of those two great beasts, silohuetted against a dramatic southwestern sky, as Felix arced her back frantically, struggling in vain to loose herself from the death grip of a far superior predator. Still, I would rather have had my cat meet her end at the cruel talons of a noble eagle than the lead foot of a careless driver.

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