Haines His Way

Hadn't checked the calendar - and have added birthday wishes to the notes.

HAVE A WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY DR RON

There has nearly always been a pet dog or two as members of our household.  The first dog I remember was named "Bluey". (Usually that denotes someone with red hair in this land of OZ).  Bluey was not a redhead.  I could not say "Bluey" and called him "Bluedly".

It's also a good time for me get on my hobby horse (which is not a pet) and sound off against CAGED birds etc.  It doesn't matter how much they are loved by their owners!

My first dog was in the family already when I was born. He was a black cocker spaniel and his name was Pepper. He died tragically under the wheels of a garbage truck when we lived in the Griffin Creek area of Medford.

When it happened my brother whisked me off to get an ice cream cone in town so that I wouldn't know what had occurred. I was around 5 or 7 years old, I think.

My next pet was a tiny white kitten that I named Salty (we still had Pepper at this time).

Salty did not live long enough to seee adulthood, due to the fact that my teenage sister ran him over with her VW Bug. I found Salty all bloody, but still alive. My brothers then made him not alive any more.

I was about 4 or 5 years old.

At the same time we had Heidi, and were living in Griffin Creek (we lived on the side of a mountain and so we had lots of room) we also had Bouregard - a black lab and Red - golden retriever mix, I think. They actually belonged to some of my siblings, but the dogs for some period of time lived with us throughout the 1970s.

In the 32 years I have been with my DP Colin we have had:
Bugsy Malone
Tallulah
Roxie
Boofa
Fosca
Magnus

(All were Keeshonden)

I didn't have another pet until 1983 when I first moved out of the house and into an apartment in Ashland. One day in walked a black and white kitten, just out of nowhere. I named him Boo Boo and kept him when I moved to Salem 6 months later.

I eventually moved to an apartment that did not allow pets and I gave Boo Boo to an ex-boyfriend where he lived a happy life for several more years.

No more pets for me until about 1994 when I found Buford the tabby cat at the Humane Society. I lost him in December of 2001, he was around 13 years old

In mid-2002 I got my beloved Freddy, also at the Humane Society.

Then a few years later along came Dog Bosco, also from the Humane Society.

And that brings me up to date.

During the time we lived in Germany and Colorado (up until I was 10 years old), we had four female cats in a row (none at the same time) named Frisky.  We also had male cats named Tiger and Spot (Spot was the best...he was white with black spots and three of them on his back looked like hearts).  And the last cat my parents had was a female cat named Happy (my niece named her when my niece was four years old).  Happy had a litter of kittens and my sister's (then) parents-in-law took two and named one Gigi (a female) and the other one Ginger...they didn't know that she was a "he" until quite a while later.

The only other time time that we had a dog was when I was in middle school (I think...Spot hadn't died yet, so it was within a couple of years of moving to Washington from Colorado) and they got me a small black lab (I think).  I named him Muppet, but he chewed on everything, including my parents' grandfather clock and none of us knew anything about training dogs, so we had to give him away.  This was a good thing.  The people who took him loved dogs and he was very happy with them.

And on that note (c-natural), I'm off to bed.

And the word of the day is: PROROGUE!

There is no proroguing the inevitable:

Happy Birthday to DR Ron Pulliam.

For what it's worth, there are DRs here who are older than you.







I am not one of them.