tell me about your first pet

[ChooksinChoppers]

My first pet was a corgie named Sadie. I really wanted a horse though so I crocheted bridles for sadie and a long lead line and taught her to go over 1ft "jumps" She was a very understanding dog.

 

[sourland]

My first pet was a very unoriginally named pekin drake named Donald. I was three and we spent an entire spring and summer as best buddies. In the autumn he disapppeared. My evil sister told me that our father killed him and we had him for supper. Believe it or not, I never found out that he really got hit on the road until my father's funeral. If something happens to their pets, don't keep secrets from your kids! Trust me it's not a good thing. I have been a poultry addict since that time.

 

[drdoolittle]

My first pet was a scroungy-looking mutt my sister and I found and brought home when I was just 3 (she was only the first of many). My parents said we could keep her, but she had to stay in the garage. Well, I was out in the garage playing with her (kind of, she was already around 12 as far as the vet could tell) and for some reason, I got into my dad's tackle-box. Of course a huge lure got tangled in Babe's hair, and instead of getting someone, I tried to get it out and ended up with a hook in the palm of my hand! I was fine up until I heard my parents say they had to take me to the hospital----then I started bawling.

We had Babe for an incredible 16 years and she was the best dog I ever owned. She was most likely a schnauzer/poodle cross and not very big, but she had a big heart, and would protect me from anything. She did end up being a housedog when we moved (I was about 5 or 6 then). The things I did to that poor girl: dragging her by a rope around the neighborhood; pretending she was a goat and putting a bucket under her to "milk" her; carrying her around when all she wanted to do was sleep----she was a great friend!

 

[saddina]

Pookie, a pomeiranian dog. She was the best dog a lonely little girl could have. She spooked during fireworks and ran into the street when I was about 7. I was at a baseball game. I've hated baseball and fireworks since. I hesitate to get a service dog, because it ould be unfair to expect another dog to fill those paw prints.

 

[AKsmama]

Buffy, a mixed breed dog. She was mostly black with those cute little tan button-like eyebrows, and some tan and white on her legs. She was part of the family when I was born. My parents had gotten her from a neighbor for my sister. The neighbor said she was a daschund. Yeah, right! She was a very, very sweet dog. She moved from SC to TX (and back!) riding in the floorboard of the car. I don't remember why she had to be boarded at one point, but I do remember going to pick her up. You have never seen a happier dog. She cried with joy and hugged us with her front legs. She started to develop what was probably hip or back problems in her old age, and while she could walk fine, her back legs would shake. This went on for a couple of years, but she was still the same sweet, protective Buffy. She had to be put down because of liver failure when she was 13. She was a great dog.

 

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[eenie114]

First pet was an overweight, grey tabby cat named Cookie.
My grandpa rescued her from a VERY mentally unstable woman who was keeping her in a cage so small she could barely reach her food and couldn't groom herself. When we brought her home she didn't trust anybody, and stayed in the linen closet for days with her food. We took her to the vet, got her checked up, and her fur shaved from all the mats. A few months later she was the sweetest cat you'd ever hope to see.
She was there for the births of all my brothers and sisters, usually hid under the bed during the birth and then came out when the baby started crying. It was the funniest thing ever: She'd sniff the baby, and then get this look that plainly said, "FIX IT!"
I said earlier that she was overweight, and she was. But it took me until I was eleven to accept that. I insisted that she was big boned.

A few years ago she was throwing up every day and losing weight like crazy. Mom took her to the vet and they diagnosed her with lymphoma. We had her put to sleep two weeks later and buried her under the swing tree our farm we hadn't moved to yet.

My very first pet that was mine, not a family pet, was a male beta I named Rainbow. Poor guy.

I just wish somebody had told me they only live about a year. I came home from my dad's one night and found him dead in his bowl.

Is it messed up that I still feel bad for giving him such a girly name?

 

[SundownWaterfowl]

My first pet was Heidi, a Golden Retriever. I was about 3 when we got her. She lived till 11. She was the best dog. I grew up with her.

That's her and I.

 

[Kaitie09]

My first pet was a Golden Retriever named Jake too. I got him around Christmas when I was almost 5. There is a home video that we have of when I first got him, and I looked like I was the happiest kid in the world. He lived inside until he was around 2 yrs old, and then became an outdoor dog. He was our protection when my mom and dad split up, and he was the reason I came to love animals. He loved attention and every time you would come home, he would grab your arm and pull you down until you sat there and rubbed his belly. When he was 9, he started having seizures and would become paralyzed for a few hours. We found out he had a brain tumor, and decided to just let him live the rest of his life, instead of being put down. He came back and lived inside at night, but always wanted out during the day. A few days before my 15th birthday, we found him on the deck in the snow. He was 10 at the time. I swear that on my birthday, I woke up and heard him walking across our kitchen floor (the click of nails, but we did not have another dog). We had him cremated and he now gets to watch over me from my desk.

This is the picture I keep in his box, to remind me of when he was not scared, or paralyzed, or crying for help.

 

[animalpro24]

My families first pet is the black standard poodle named Phoebe that's laying in our entry right now!haha! She turning ten this year. Sweetest girl ever. Never runs away, we have a few acres that are not fenced in. Sleeps with me in bed every night. She was diagnosed with breast cancer last year some time. Still as strong and as happy as can be. She's great with all our animals. We've had cats,goats,ducks,chickens,a pony, goldfish and a parakeet. I love her!