Beebe

Bark. Bark. Meow. Blub. Squeek. Croak

Over the years I have had many pets, ranging from dogs and cats, to lizards and fish. This page is dedicated to the memories of those pets that have passed, and the ones that are still in my life.

My philosophy on pets is that they are animals, but they are dear members of the family as well. But, they are still animals first and foremost. I don't expect their behavior to be that of a human, nor do I treat them as such. I am the master in my house over my animals, and I am their pack leader, the pride master, their school leader.

Memories of the Past. The pets of yesterday

I will do my best to put some of the memories of past pets here, and try to keep it in chronological order as best that I can.

The first pets that I can remember were our dogs, Heidi, Murphy and Peter, and the cats Scamper,Poo, Stinker, and Ashes. Heidi and Peter were boxers, and were mother/son. Heidi was beautiful fawn color, and a bit over weight but the most loving dog you could ever know. Peter was a brindle colored boxer, strong and stubborn.

Murphy was a golden retriever, and he was my dog. I got him as a pup and soon named him Murphy because of the sounds he would make. Instead of a bark, he would "murph" at people. He was a great dog, loving and fun. We had to leave him with my brother when we moved to Missouri, because travelling across country with 2 dogs and a cat was enough stress for my mom and dad. About a year later, Murphy got loose and was run over, and I cried the whole night for him.

I can still remember how strong Peter was, and for an example, please see the following link to my blog: Mud Surfing and the Rabbit.

Peter, Pombo, and my sister Jill.

About all I can remember about Heidi was that she was always a gentle dog.

I don't remember much about Scamper, as I was still young when we had him. I do remember he always looked like he was judging people and things. Ashes got his name from his habbit of using the fireplace for his, um, business. Poo, well, I think that was a nickname we applied to a cat that is the star of the following story.

When I was young, around 5 or so I used to sneak out of my bed and try to get a snack from the kitchen. Sometimes my mom and dad would still be up and watching TV in the living room, though most often it was just my dad. Now dad had a habbit of falling asleep on his recliner so this made getting a snack fairly easy.

One night after I had made it successfully to the kitchen, I had to be very careful because my mother was still up. As I peered over the counter top, I watched as Poo jumped up in my fatthers lap and looked like he was going to settle into it for a nap. Well, Poo had other ideas, and soon my fatther awoke, and put his hand down into his lap, right into a pile of rather nasty cat doo-doo. It seems Poo also had diarhea, and my dad let out a yell. He grabbed the cat by the scruff of the neck and tossed it off his lap. My mother looked over to see what was the problem and started laughing as my father stormed off to the bathroom to clean up and change his pants.

Stinker was the cat that lasted the longest in the house, and moved to Missouri with us. She was just your normal everyday house cat.

Sri Pombo Rion
Of special notes of the dogs in my life was Pombo. His full name was Sri Pombo Rion and he was a tibetan lion dog. His name, well the first two parts of it anyway, meant Mr. Cheif, and the Rion part came from an old disney movie where the japanese butler (I think) would see a great dane and yell "RION RION" (Lion).

This little powerhouse was a big dog trapped in a little dog's body. He often got into fights with Peter, and tried his best to hold his own. He was very twitchy about the table, and his space under it and often growled and barked when you put your feet too closet o him under the table.

He was also an escape artist. I can still remember him escaping one night, and us spending 3 hours trying to find him. We finally gave up, hoping to resume looking for him in the morning. We never got that chance, because as soon as dawn came around, I heard a barking outside my window. Sure enough, that little houdini was sitting out there as pleased as punch about himself.

Pombo was a great dog.

The Fish That Wouldn't Die Of some of the less cuddly creatures that I had kept as pets over the years was a trio of gold fish that my father gave to me when I was 11. He had given me his large aquarium, a big 35 gallon one that took up most of my room. I had gotten some goldfish, two standard ones and a speckled one that quickly asserted dominance over the entire aquarium.

No matter what type of fish I put in there, these three would soon bully them, and often devoured them before they could even blink and eye. I had catfish that were 9 inches long that they started chewing on them from the tail and killed them, other goldfish that were killed, etc.

These three lasted even when I forgot to change the filters, when they clogged up and the water became fouled. They simply came to the surface and gathered the air through their mouths.

Four legged furry fiends In other states, that are not so ignorant of the truth as California I had in my life some four legged furry fiends, otherwise known as Ferrets. These little buggers play like a kitten all thier life, and are not as smelly as some would have you believe. In North Carolina, I used to take Vixen to the park, and to the beach. Vixen loved people, and would crawl all over me, and sniff others as we walked about. I had a little leash for her, that would allow her to explore things while at the same time allowing me to keep her safe. At the beach, they would burrow into the sand wtih great glee, and it was always humorous to watch a skimpily clad girl pick them up, and watch vixen dive right down into her cleavage. I always wanted to offer to help. :P

Misty: The cat that hated leather. When I lived in North Carolina, my ex-Wife and I owned a few cats in addition to our ferrets. There was one that stood out as the queen B**** so to speak: Misty. Misty was a very beautiful cat with long grey hair, and an attitude you could see from the far side of the galaxy. But she also had a somewhat playful side. She had taken a severe disliking to one of my leather gloves that the military issued us, and everytime I wore it, she immediately attacked my hand, wrapping her paws around my wrists and chewing the glove for all she was worth and begin to kick with her back claws, raking them across the leather.. Luckily for me, the gloves are very thick, so when she did that, I was able to keep her teeth and claws out of my skin.

(Yes, I know there are ferrets in the pics... I dont' have any of just Misty)

Here There Be Dragons (Bearded ones that is)
One (or rather two) of the more unusual pets I have had in my life were my Bearded Dragons, Tawanda and Copacetic. Tawanda was the first of the two we had, and she (it was a he, but my GF swears it is a girl.. even after, well, read on). HE was an older lizard, maybe about 7 or 8 when we adopted him, and was very well behaved and very relaxed. The other, was Copacetic, and was known in my house as the "Boy Who Laid Eggs", (see the blog: He Laid Eggs for the full story). Coppie (as he was affectionately known) was an energetic, mean spirited GIRL (GF still insists it was a boy.. even after it laid eggs).

Tawanda on Left, Copie on right

Ribbit
Another unusual pet I have had was Thaddeus J. Toad, an Argentinian Clawed Toad, AKA Pacman frog.I got Thaddeus (nicknamed Mr. Toad) to sit on my desk at work, but after a mishap with the cleaning crew, I brought him him as I felt he would be safer here. Mr. Toad used to make interesting noises to say the least. As he wasn't really a hold me, play with me pet there isn't much more to write about him.

Beebe: The Journey of a Man, well, sorta.

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Memories of the Past. The pets of yesterday