English 12 Honors
September 7, 2007
Occasional Paper: Pets and My Job
I am an animal lover. It all started way back when I was born. I was always around pets, whether it be a dog, cat, or other, and that has shaped who I am today. When I was born, we had three dogs and four cats. Felix, Oscar, Minnie, Mickey, Choko, Terror, and Mort. Mort was a Doberman who was actually my dad’s dog and around long before I was born. I don’t remember anything of Mort, as she died at age ten, soon after I was born. Choko was a German Shepard and Doberman mix. He was sixteen weeks when he came home. I remember a very little of him and unfortunately he loved to dig and dug a four foot wide by two foot deep hole under the fence in the yard and disappeared one day. Years later we saw him on a local shelter TV spot trying to be adopted. Terror was a Pit Bull and Lab mix, although had the disposition of butter. I remember much more of him as he was still with us when we moved into our new home when I was four. He had a habit of sneaking out under the fence and going for a walk. When he was done, he would come back and just lay on the front step until someone came home. He died at almost fourteen years of age, when I was just eight.
Felix was my dad’s first cat and got his name because of the most famous cat on earth. Since my dad is rather strange, his second cat got his name by being Felix’s roommate Oscar, on the Odd Couple. Minnie and Mickey were brother and sister and kept me warm by sleeping in my crib with me. Felix died of feline leukemia and soon after we rescued a kitten who looked just like him but since we agreed not to forget Felix we didn’t reuse his name so we named the new kitten Junior. When my sister was little she couldn’t pronounce Junior. All she could say was “Nee-Nee” so that became his name. Minnie and Mickey were actually my mom’s cats before my mom and dad got married. My dad actually gave them to my mom as a present when the kittens were about ten weeks old. Mickey passed away July 3, 2005 at almost seventeen years old and Minnie passed away September 29, 2006 at eighteen years old. Oscar was the funniest of our cats because when you pet him, he didn’t purr. He cooed like a pigeon. My mom used to get mad at him because he would sleep in their bed and when you would roll over he would start cooing and wake everyone up. He passed away peacefully in his sleep.
Strange names have always been my dad’s forte. Goofy, a grey and white tabby, was one of our most interesting cats. He was about twenty inches long and stood about fourteen inches tall. He could stand against the vanity in the bathroom and put his paws in the sink. He also loved cantaloupe. Pebbles and Bam Bam came about due to a miscommunication between my mom and dad when we were visiting my grandparents.
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My mom, my sister and myself took a quick weekend to visit my grandparents
In 2000, my sister wanted a puppy. Unbenounced to my dad, my mom and my sister went and bought a Pug. My sister named her Queen Agatha, but my dad named her Queen Agatha Pugsley. We all called her Aggie. A friend of the family brought over a kitten that her daughter came home with. This became our fourth orange cat, but he is a long hair. My mom named him Butterscotch and would sometimes call him Scutterbotch.
In 2003, in our new home with Dad, my sister and my dad did a very stupid thing. They decided to visit a puppy breeder to play with the puppies. My dad fell in love with a Golden Retriever and German Shepherd mix. He was so cute because he had black rings around his eyes like Petey from the Little Rascals. Unfortunately Cody got loose and was hit by a car and killed. A year later my dad and sister rescued Butch who is a full Doberman with uncropped ears and an uncut tail, the way he was born, all natural.
Among the various other pets we have had, my sister had a three and a half foot iguana named Iggy, we had a large gray rabbit named Bugsy who loved to play with Terror, a jet black rabbit, several birds, hamsters, gerbils, and a guinea pig. Today we have a couple of cats, Butch, and a couple of ferrets. Since my dad liked Toy Story so much, he named our ferrets after characters in the movie.
Being so close to animals all of my life has made me quite an animal lover. I have since gotten a job in a pet store, and have worked there for almost two and a half years. The amount that I have learned is amazing. My boss founded the K9 unit back in 1978. I have worked with his dogs many times, and have actually considered going into some form of K9 training. Living amongst so many different animals for so long has done something else on a much more psychological level as well. I have begun to have less respect for our ‘Greater Species’ and our highly developed mind. It seems that all of the “Lesser Species” get along just as nature intends. There is no working feverishly for the extra dollar while stepping on so many others to get it. Sure, one ram may kill the other as a means of being alpha but you don’t see them committing mass genocide, on a worldly scale just to prove a point. I have much more respect for those “Lesser Species” because it is mutual. Show them respect and they reciprocate, much unlike our plagued society. This is the key reason to which I dream to live off of the land in such a beautiful and ‘untampered with' nature.