We had several pets when I was young, some Jim's some mine,
We hovered over Shorty Shorttail incessantly for weeks--picked him up, talked to him, fed him lettuce, bugs, fish and turtle food, hot dogs and other more inappropriate things. As time passed by, however, the novelty wore off, we visited his tiny turtle tank up on the mantle less and less often and Mom took over the feeding more and more. When Shorty Shorttail passed on, from natural causes or heartbreak, Mom disposed of his tiny body. According to Mom (I have blocked this from my memory), it was several weeks before she heard, one morning, the plaintive cry from me, "Where's Shorty Shorttail," and had to tell us that he was gone forever. We were inconsolable. Clearly we were too young to accept the responsibility of pets and were not allowed to have another for a long time.
|The Great Jimmy Piersall|
I loved her. I loved her name. I loved to say it. I loved to call her.
My grandkids love her name now!! We play a game of trying to see who can say it fastest, who can call her the best. I expect the ghost of Fleabitten Butterball Piersall Mitzi Jr. Davis to come flying in the door now just as she used to do back then.
|G E R O N I M O !|
Most of our pets have been found, like Sideways Kitty. When he came up out of the back woods, he had multiple problems, all of which the vet cured. The most problematic was a ferocious ear infection. When it finally stopped draining and the swelling was gone, he appeared
We had several other no-name kitties, not named because they were not really ours long enough. One was a bedraggled, white kitty found in the bushes, close to death. Jeff and Jeny were frantic to keep her, but I refused to add her to the 2 cats and 1 dog we had at the time. We did take her to the emergency vet (it was on a Sunday) and spent a vast amount of money to save her life. The doctor, bless his heart, agreed to split the cost of the treatment (in other words, I guess he charged us half price) and agreed to find her a home. We visited her and kept tabs to be sure that truly happened, to be sure she didn't end up in the place where the unadoptable kitties go. Had we kept her, I would have called her Expensive.
Our dog was the only pure bred we ever owned. He was a poodle. We never had him poodle cut and, in fact, rarely had him professionally groomed, so only an expert would have known he was pure poodle. Augie Dawgie was a delight, though pretty scruffy looking, and we wanted to honor his heritage by having him registered. We thought it would enhance his self esteem to have papers. Since it was their idea, I leaned on the kids to prepare the papers, which required gathering an infinite amount of detail about his health, his family tree, his measurements, his daily routine and the name he was to be registered under.
Imagine our surprise when Augie Dawgie was rejected. The powers that be returned the application the kids had sweated over, not because his lineage was faulty or lacking, but because the NAME WE SUBMITTED WAS INAPPROPRIATE. Jeff's children love to hear what he and his sister decided to do about this setback. This is their favorite family story.
We put our heads together and decided to come up with a name that would pass muster in the snooty world of pure breeds and show dogs. We submitted it and it was accepted. That was how he became....
but he was always just Augie Dawgie to us.