Our horse Doll
My memory of our first pet was a
horse named Doll. Now Doll was not a pet but a Newfoundland Pony that was used for hauling wood but to us kids she was a pet.
We could do anything around her and she would follow us around like a dog. Over the years we have had pets ranging from cats
and dogs to gold fish. They all have a story, however: a couple of them were special.
There
are many pet stories that, when told, will bring joy, laughter or sadness to the pet owner and to those who may read their
story.
Do you have a pet story or pet stories that you would like to share? Please feel free
to e mail your favourite pet story to editor@oldie-newbie.com.
Shoo Shoo
Shoo Shoo was our first pet
after we were married. She was a cross between a terrier and a poodle. We had a small apartment, with my in-laws, and there
was an open door between the two apartments.. My father-in-law did not want us to have a dog and we did not know how
he would react when we brought her home. It took a few days but he fell in love with her. We called her shoo shoo because
my father-in-law was always shooing her away. They became great friends and although we owned shoo shoo, she was my father-in-laws
dog.
We lived near a highway. One nigh,t we let her out for a minute before going to bed
and she was killed by a car as she chased a cat across the highway. That was 32 years ago and we still remember shoo shoo.
Byron
Trixie
Trixie was
in our family for as far back as I can remember. I think I got her for one of my birthdays when I was a small child. She
was my best friend. She would sleep at the foot of my bed every night and protect me in any way she could.
Remembering back, it seemed like every year Trixie had a litter of pups. That was back in the sixties
and seventies, when animals roamed the neighborhoods, like people. I remember one time, in particular, we went to Marystown
for a holiday. While we were gone Trixie got hit by a car and broke her two legs. When we got back home she hobbled out the
hallway with her legs bandaged to meet us. Her tail wagging.Licking our faces .She was as happy to see us as we were to
see her. Trixie lived I guess to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. It's been about thirty years since Trixie passed
away but I still remember and think about my true friend.
Paula
Pets go to heaven?
