When I brought my 8 week old puppy home within 24 hours he had fallen very ill. He was rushed to the vets and spend 2 days in hospital. The vet bill was over £700.00 and I hadn't even had time to insure him. Being 5pm on a Friday night no banks were open, so I paid the bill with my credit card. Hence he was named 'Barclay'.
I somehow always end up with weird not fitting names. I had a female rainbow lorikeet named Oscar ( she was adopted, the previous owners did not know the sex until she started laying eggs, then never changed the name), two male axolotl named Max and Susie, a black cat named Ponui ( the Maori word for long night), a goldfish by the name of Rapist ( don’t ask) and a fighter betta fish Rassilon (looking very splendid with his long red robes aehm, fins).
Post by barnabaslives on Sept 15, 2019 8:37:14 GMT
One cat is named Hoover for the way he used to make cat treats disappear as if he were literally a vacuum cleaner, and another is named Wil Feral because he's a semiferal cat who actually looks like Wil Ferrell and has sort of a perpetually confused expression. There's a brown one named Bear and a grey one with white on his cheeks so he is Cheeks.
The antisocial one is a black cat named Missy which I had nothing to do with. Apparently after you run out of regenerations, you turn into a cat so you get nine more lives.
My mother allowed my brother to name the family's pet bird when he was five years old. He named the bird "Wheels Car". We thought it was so dopey, but every one of his little friends thought it was just the best name ever.
Well now having three daughters who love animals has brought with it a dog called Kipper after the Mick Inkpen books. Our chickens called Madame Poulet, Sunshine and the boss chicken who was known as Mother.
We had a hamster called Hoodini. He escaped and after a week or so we had not seen hide nor whisker of him. So, reluctantly, we headed off to the pet shop and bought a long-haired hamster called Cheese Puff as he looked the colour of a certain puffed corn snack.
We took both on holiday with the dog to a caravan park in Dawlish where they promptly escaped. Nowhere for them to go, so they were easily recaptured.
Our current pets are two rabbits Quincie and Jeremy Bearimy.
I have a bonded pair of older dogs, a min pin named Benny and a cocker spaniel/ dachshund mix named Junebug . Junebug is like a bouncy playful hairy marshmallow who constantly like to lick everything and everyone in sight and Benny is moody, sensitive to being touched and cat like with very intense, expressive eyebrows for a dog😄 They only really get along with each other not other dogs🐶🐶
Post by iainmclaughlin on Dec 28, 2019 11:02:20 GMT
I am 52, love animals, spent big chunks of my early life living on a family farm, have a local moggy who uses my house as her second home (no matter what the weather is, she gets chucked out at night so if it's raining or snowing she rocks up at my door looking for a blanket by the radiator for the night and in summer she often sits with me in the garden while I work on the laptop) but in all my puff I have never had a pet. I do feel that I'm missing out on something. Over Christmas I stayed at my sister's house and woke up both mornings with a white cat asleep on the pillow beside me.