I happened upon a cool blog today that I may occasionally incorporate into my blog. It is
http://oneminutewriter.blogspot.com and it gives you a prompt every day for something to write about. It is just like those journal jars that have the little strips of paper in it with ideas of topics to write on. So for days when I feel like I should update my blog but I can't think of what to write, I may pull up one of those questions and just start writing. To start us off today, drumrolllllllll........
Describe the first pet you remember having. (If you haven't had a pet, would you like one? What kind?) This question has many possible answers based on how you look at it. When I was about 6 we almost had a pet mouse but it died before we could catch it. I did manage to save its life by setting off all the mousetraps hidden behind the couch with a broom. His name was Rascal and we buried him in the garden (as a kind of gross side-note, years later we tried to remember where he was buried so we could dig it up and find him; perhaps we thought we just imagined his existence. I don't remember if we did ever dig him up or not).
Since a mouse in the house doesn't truly qualify as a real pet, next I got a fishtank with some fishes in it. I don't remember the details too clearly but I know I had a fire-belly newt and a little frog and some other little fishes in there. I can't claim all the fishes as my own PERSONAL pet, so I will tell about the pet that I actually feel was my first pet.
Carmel was a golden retreiver-cocker spaniel mix. She was an adorable puppy and a surprise present for me when I was 10 or so. Carmel was very smart and easy to train, except when I had to chase her all over the neighborhood. We took a dog-training class together up the road from our house and I often had to run home to retreive her because when I would take her off the leash to practice stay or come, she always went running off towards home. Eventually we got some of those lessons down and she even learned some signed commands like sit, shake, speak, etc. I remember the days of rollerblading around the school block with her, waiting patiently while she wallowed in the gutters full of irrigation water, and picking hundreds of cockleburs out of her fur after hiking. Ahhh, good times. Here's to Carmel, #1 pet!