tell me about your first pet

[onlyme8]

My first pet's name is Buddy. I still have him & he is 10 & ahalf years old. We got him for my brother's 3rd birthday, but I am usually the one who takes care of him.
Buddy & I grew up together & we went through some tough times, but our friendship grew stronger throughout the years.
With having to move twice & having yeast in his ears constantly, Buddy NEVER let me down and he always still had & still has that same, friendly, loveable personality.
Last February we came home from visiting family in Ohio & buddy's ear was big, swollen, & it it literally looked like a ballon.

Our neighbors had taken care of him while we were away but it definetly was NOT there fault.
When we took him to the vet we found out that one of the blood vessles in his ear had broken & it was all blood that filled his ear.
The vet told us that he would need surgery, but it would cost a lot.
We had to make a hard,painful decision. Origonally, my dad was going to have Buddy be put down, but that wasn't the case because one of our realitives called one morning & said they had money to spare. I was soo greatful that God had answered my prayers! Now Buddy & I are very happy & we couldn't be happier~

 

[BobwhiteQuailLover]

My first pet was a kitty named malcom, we were looking for a pet when I was 4. We were looking through the paper and found free kittens, there it starts, we picked him up withOUT a cage that didnt end to good. About 2-3 yrs after we got him we got another cat named rainbow (not the longhaired I own now) and she had worms (my parents picked her up from the streets) so she gave malcom worms so we ''released'' malcom at a farm, and a little girl adoped rainbow. I still miss them like crzy!

 

[JulieNKC]

My first pet was a mouse. The neighbors brought it home and gave it to me. I think I was about 4. I named him Ralph, he lived in an aquarium in our living room. I remember one day he had a buddy, a house mouse had jumped in there and joined him for dinner.

Other than that, I don't remember much. Hey, I was 4.

 

[weimarmama]

My first pet was a cocker spaniel named Godfather (we called him Goddie, though). He did not like me & always nipped at me, but my mom loved him. My father wanted a big dog, so a few years after Goddie joined our family, my mother bought him a chocolate Labrador Retriever named Whitney. Whitney loved me (& I loved her) & she was always my partner in crime.

She was mainly an outside dog, but every so often my mom would let Whitney come inside & have a slumber party with me. I used to have one of those bean bag chairs & I had always wondered if there were really beans in it (mainly because my cousins were always teasing that there were beans inside). One night during one of mine & Whitney's slumber parties, I decided to find out. So with her by my side, I unzipped it to find, not beans as I had hoped, but those little foam pellets. Well, Whitney must have been curious about them, so she began scratching at them. Foam was flying everywhere; it was almost like snow (or at least it was to a 6 year old living in the south that had never seen snow

). Of course, I couldn't let her have all the fun, so I joined in. We had the best time

, that is, until my mom looked in on us a few minutes later & saw a completely empty bean bag chair & those little white foam things everywhere. She was not amused

Whitney lived a very long life (& we had many more slumber parties over the years) & she eventually died when she & I were both 16 years old.

My first dog that was just mine & noone elses was a 4 yr old solid brown Australian Shepherd with an undocked tail named Aussie that I got at 17. Oddly enough, she looked just like Whitney, only with longer fur. In fact, she even had the same personality & expressions as Whitney & she was also my partner in crime. She died in 2007 at 10 yrs old.

 

[KentuckyFC]

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I tied strings around the handle bars on my bicycle and pretended it was a horse. I of course had to ride it pretty much hands free because it was very hard to steer with just a piece of kite string attached to the handle bars.

 

[KentuckyFC]

When I was born there was a black standard poodle already in the family. His name was Puddles and he was a mommas boy! My first pet that was my own was a pony. My dad went to an auction and bought a horse for really cheap because it was a rodeo horse. No-one was allowed to ride it. I guess he felt he needed to get something that we could ride so he bought a real cheap, old pony and said it was mine and the big horse was for my older brother and sister. We were about 6,7 and 9 years of age then I believe. Well, one day my sister wanted to ride MY pony and I wouldn't let her. She then told on me and I was forced to let her ride MY pony, Little Misty.(The big horse's name was Big Misty of course). As soon as she got on ,Little Misty took off and then bucked her onto a thorn bush! I was laughing so hard　

. I know I was evil, but it was MY pony!! I did get in trouble for laughing at her because she again told on me.　

 

[JulieNKC]

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I tied strings around the handle bars on my bicycle and pretended it was a horse. I of course had to ride it pretty much hands free because it was very hard to steer with just a piece of kite string attached to the handle bars.

Lol, I did thiat too. Glad I'm not the only one, makes me feel a bit less odd.
My daughters first pet was a rabbit. She wanted a puppy but we lived in an apartment. I got her a little dutch bunny we named juan pablo montoya and told her it was a puppy. She was about 2 and 1/2 years old. She bought it for about 3 months until someone slipped and told her it was a bunny.

 

[Tala]

We had a brownish red colored mutt puppy named Penny when I was 7 or 8. She died the night after one of her rounds of shots. This also happened to another childhood puppy. (My subsequent dogs only get Rabies shots after they are grown.)

Anyways, after her we got a yellow Lab mix named Speckles when I was 8 or 9. She couldn't see well. We didn't get her shots, but we did get her spayed and it was pretty horrible she threw up a lot the night afterwards and they didn't have dissolving sutures either they were green plastic and they had to be cut out. None of my current pets were ever sick afterwards - I think they've made a lot of improvements in the way they do the anesthesia.
That was my first dog training experience and my sister helped.

We had the ONLY dog in the neighborhood that would walk politely on a leash, and who didn't bark at the neighbor's horses when they rode down the street. She went to live with my grandma while I was in college, by then she REALLY couldn't see well at all. She lived until after I got married. About two years after I got married my grandma had to send her over the rainbow bridge. Shortly after I got my current dog, Dusti, I started dreaming about Speckles 3 nights in a row she was happy and healthy again and running in the grass. That's when I asked my grandma about her and found out she was gone, but after that the dreams stopped. I think she wanted me to know she was happy again in doggy heaven.
We also had various cats. Strays that we adopted. They lived outside though, and since outside life is rough they didn't always live very long so mom wouldn't invest money to have them altered. We raised a lot of kittens in the day.

 

[Duckchick2011]

The first pet that was ever truly my pet was a little fox like mutt named princess. She was small, black, with white paws and tan freckles and two huge satilite ears...(I think she must have been a beagle corgi mix or something like that) She was beautiful and fun to be around. She sometimes had random litters of puppies, full of randomly colored puppies which sometimes had five toes instead of four and offered me even further amusement than she did herself. I often gave into the erge to sneak her inside, dress her up, feed her numerous treats and paint her toe nails all of which she put up with bravely...

I was not given the chance to grow up with princess as my mother gave her away while I was in school(Princess loved to bark, at anything and everything even if it didn't make a peep) it took me a while to completely forgive my mom for that one

But then lady came into my life, a big beautiful black lab who is now 8 years old and still with me today. She is a registered dog who gave us completely un-random but equally enjoyable litters while she was still intact(lady was fixed on her 7 birthday ) and has been the closest companion dog I have ever owned in my life, she has always been my partner in crime and best friend and has bravely stood through all my ideas, pranks, and instant doggies fashions. From being harnessed to my bike, blind folded, bridled, saddled, dressed and even dragged into a swimming pool or two she has bravely put up with me and for that I will always love her.