Fun Monday!

Today's Fun Monday is hosted by Lisa's Chaos. And our assignment is...Let’s meet your pets. I think most of us have at least one pet and I would like to see your fluffy or scaly pal. If you don’t have a camera you can tell us about him/her/them. If you don’t have a pet tell us about a pet you had or a pet you want. If for some weird reason you hate all animals we want to know why gosh-dang-it.

I have had pets as long as I can remember.


My first real pet was Woofie aka Captain. But I called him Woofie. He was a Shetland Sheep Dog. I got him in second grade. My parents were getting a divorce. My mom thought I could use a dog (rather than a dad apparently). In the end the divorce didn't go through, but I still got to keep the dog. He slept with me. He would play fetch for hours, with a tennis ball, a pine cone or a stick, it didn't matter. We lived on a farm and he would get burrs and all other kinds of stuff stuck in his fur. He had to be brushed a lot. He was much friendlier than most shelties and much smaller. I loved him. He got killed by a Great Dane when he was ten. He was wooing his girlfriend next door. The Great Dane had the same idea. And Woofie had small dog syndrome. He was the best dog a girl could have had.


Then I went to college and had to wait years before I could have another pet. We got Velcro when he was 7 months old. He is a Welsh Pembroke Corgi. He is very hairy (he fills multiple trash cans at the groomer) and big for his breed. He is the family dog, but really he is mine. He just turned eleven. I gave his whole story on his birthday. He is spoiled rotten. He even has his own stocking. We promised him that he would be the only furry animal we would get. After being demoted twice by children, it is the least we can do.

Eventually, I would like to get a Welsh Terrier. But I hope that is many years in the future. We would like to keep Velcro around for while longer.