Carolyn Cordon
Stories (16/0)
I Don't Hate Cats, But I Adore Dogs!
Cats intrigue me, interest me, and I love seeing them doing their sleek and elegant thing, but I don't love them, and don't rate them as my favourite creatures. Dogs will always be my favourite, they were what I always wanted, when I was a child, and they're the creature I've shared my home with for almost all of my years since leaving my childhood home.
By Carolyn Cordon3 years ago in Petlife
Pets, I've Known A Few ...
Childhood Pets I remember my childhood as being a life with animals in it for sure, but the animals were not cute and cuddly, dogs or cats I could sit on the sofa with. The animals were tall, and they didn't live in the house, or or even on our property, they were horses, and lived in stables elsewhere. My father was a harness racing trainer, and the horses, though I could certainly pat them, were not sooky creatures, they were athletes, trained to go as fast as possible, so they could compete and maybe win, against the other horses in a race. I liked these horses though, and had my favourites, over the years, including my own horse, with I eventually received from my dad, a chestnut mare too slow for racing, and not good enough to use for breeding. I called her Ginger, and enjoyed riding her, for a couple of years. Then I got a job, and Ginger disappeared from my life. The pet I really wanted as a child was a dog, and our household eventually did get that dog I'd craved for years. He was a Beagle named Schnoopy - he was an adult dog, and when he became ours, we just called him Snoopy, without the 'Sch' just 'Sn', and as he was a Beagle, he rarely came when called, unless there was food involved! My brothers and I used to go to the Torrens River, near our house, and would bring home creatures we found there, and often brought home frogs, which spawned in the river, and then tadpoles would come forth, growing legs to become the frogs we captured and brought home, with no way to keep them, really. It's probably stretching the term 'pet' a little to include these poor creatures as pets, but we cared enough to have brought them home ... One more 'pet-like' creature from the river we brought home, was a little kitten, a grey scrap of feral cuteness, that we named Sox, on account of his white socks on his four feet. Feral born, abandoned by his mother, Sox never became a sooky pet, he was a tom cat, whose main interest in life seems to have been girl cats ... Another creature we had as kids was a blue-tongue lizard, this was a pet for my older brother mostly, I was a little wary around the creature, because the rumour was that if one bit you, you wouldn't be able to make it let go, so I kept my distance. It was an attractive looking creature though, with its stripes all along its surdy body. I don't remember whether this pet lasted very long, but my adult knowledge tells me it wouldn't have stuck around in winter, but would have been hibernating instead. I have a vague memory of mice too, pet ones, or maybe just one, but am unable to recall any real details, so it may have been a pet belonging to a friend. I can't really imagine my mother welcoming mice into our home ... In fact, we didn't really have many pets inside our house as children. My father felt dogs and cats should stay outside, but Snoopy did become an inside pet eventually, before he died.
By Carolyn Cordon3 years ago in Petlife