He loved to chase anything you would throw for him for hours, until he was done, then he would take the ball and just go home. Loved golf balls. When we moved to the west side, and lived near a golf course, we had a pool membership and would walk up there to swim. But we had to cross a couple of fairways to get there without going on any streets. If we didn't lock Skipper in the house, he would sneakily follow us up there, and grab the first golf ball he saw and take off for home. How many golfers were out there asking themselves where in the heck their ball was. It was at home, turned into a slobbery mass of rubber band goo. Once he got all the way to the pool, jumped in, and it was an exodus of fleas from him, and then from the pool everyone screaming!!
He was also super smart. He was put into the garage at night, and he figured out how to get the door open so he could wander at night. A really wonderful first pet.
I must have been about 19 in this photo. I moved back home before our wedding and brought this kitty, who was named Kelly. The cat ended up staying at home since our first apartment did not allow cats. And her name became Fluffo. She was probably the prettiest cat I ever had.
And that is sparky. Yes, a dalmation. He was a good dog, though not terribly bright....
You know how it is when you get married, or move into your first home, you get pets to exercise your sense of freedom!!! This is Edna. The rat. This was Lynn's choice. I don't know why. He hates rodents.
I'll use this space to briefly explain Jeff's first venture into entrepreneurship. He decided to get a couple of gerbils and when they mated, he would sell them back to the pet store.
It worked well for the first and second litter of baby gerbils. However....the day he came running up the stairs, gerbil cage in his hands, his blue eyes filled with tears and terror, and his yelling "MOM!!! She is eating the babies!!!" that our adventure was over.
When we bought our first house, I answered an ad in the paper and brought home a pair of kittens. This is Jessie. She was a really sweet grey and white. This must have been in about 1975. We didn't have Jessie terribly long, less than a year. And I do not remember what happened to her.
The afghan was made for me by my Candy Gramma. I actually remember that bedspread quite fondly....
The other kitten from the litter was this guy. This is Paco.
He was born with a very crooked tail, with two curves in it. Poor guy must have been really packed in there with his litter mates. They had named him Kinker.
We had Paco for 19 years. Goodness what a long, life he had. We actually got him a year before Kyle was born.
Never a wanderer, never really caused any trouble. Loved Lynn totally. He had a spot on his back near his tail that if you scratched it just right his left leg would start going crazy. So of course the kids were constantly scratching him there. He moved with us twice. The move from Lake Sawyer back into Federal Way was tough. We had the entire house empty and Lynn had to go back to the Lake Sawyer house to retrieve him. He so wanted to stay, that he had burrowed himself underneath the three step staircase from the garage into the house. Lynn had to actually the the steps apart to get him out. He must have really liked it out there. I still miss him at time.
I took Shep to obedience classes. I have a photo somewhere of me in all my pregnant glory with Shep on a leash. She never "got it". We had a 6 foot cedar fence in the back yard, and she would get out. Finally I caught her climbing over the gate. She would get her front paws up on the top and her feet on the cross bracket and then climb over. And off she would go. And never come back. I always had to go and find her. We found her a new home on a farm. Where she could run forever. TRUE!!! Not just a story to make the kids feel better.
Here I am with Paco in my lap, and a fully coated Shep getting some attention. In my orange caftan. Remember those? Loved it. Oh, and our book case made of bricks and boards. So 70's.
Love how I put that plant in that salad bowl...
Remember that little brown puppy on the pillow with Shep?
He grew to be an ENORMOUS dog. Dear Scout. Here with Kyle.
Kyle might have been about 1 1/2 in this photo. They did play well together.
So, we had Scout for many years, including two more babies. We moved him out to Lake Sawyer with us. And somehow he just became too much. He would run with the kids as they rode their big wheel bikes and knock them over.
I had "won" a rose while selling Tupperware. I planted it, tended it, watched the buds start to develop and then one morning I walked out the front door to check on it and it was gone. Right out of the ground. Scout thought it was a great "stick" apparently. So Scout had to go to a new home at that point too.
Oh, I almost forgot. This is Buford. He was a full
We had a deck in the back yard, and this dog would run around the perimeter and I was on the deck and bark his head off at me.
Scared the heck out of me
He went to a farm also.
As he was getting older, he was getting grumpier. He made an aggressive move to a little girl when she was reaching for him, and so Lynn thought it would be better to bring him home....with our three boys. First thing he did was back up and spray the speaker area of the big RCA TV we had. A few days later, Jeff was running up the stairs, past Bear, and he didn't like it so he jumped up and attached himself to Jeff's back side, and bit him on the butt. But we persevered. Turned out he had a bad allergy and his skin was a mess, so we had to medicate him and shave him. He looked like a LION with his shaggy head and tail, and shaved everywhere else. Totally humiliated. We had him for many more years. He died also at age 18. The vet wondered how we grew such HUGE cats that had such long life spans.
Funny, I never remember Lynn wearing pj's, but here is the proof. Maybe I should find another pair. This is Lynn with Kyle and Muffin.
And what a beautiful couch!!
I've always loved orange cats. Lynn had an orange cat named Puff as a child, so he has loved them too.
He wasn't with us as long as others. But he wasn't our last orange kitty.
This is a classic photo. Lynn with his buddies. Paco, Muffin and Quantas. Yes, Quantas. He had the face of a koala bear.
He was abandoned at the Boy's and Girl's club one day. On the pool table. So home he came.
Look at those dining room chairs. And again with the pj's. And man, look at that hair!!!
Oh my dear Rosie....Truly, tears in the eyes. She was just the best dog ever. Lynn and Kyle went to the humane society to get me a dog as a birthday present. She was in a pen with a sibling, who was very cute, but already spoken for, so they brought home Rosie instead. She was really MY dog from the get go. They all made fun of her, saying she was a "dogface". She was so smart. This window behind her had two side angled windows. They had a portion at the bottom that opened out with a hinge out. You had to pull the handle up and that would unlock it and then push the window open.
One morning when I came home from work, I noticed that the window was open, which was pretty unusual. Also, Rosie had started appearing at the Boy's and Girl's club which was about half a mile from home. She would go in, look around for the kids, and if they were not there, she would come back home. If they were there, she would just sit with them, until they brought her home. Or she would sit in Lynn's office until he came home. Well, one day, I heard an odd noise and discovered Rosie opening the window, and off she went. What was really interesting is that about two weeks later, I discovered that Wendall, the CAT could also open the window and leave......So who taught it to whom??????
We moved Rosie to our home in Sterling Park. It was a two story house, and she would sleep on the step where she could see the front door, while I slept, working graveyard. If I was in the yard, she was in the yard. If I was in the sewing room, she was in the sewing room. It was when no one was home that she would go looking for her people.
One Fourth of July, we were gone and she had gone looking. A friend of ours spotted her wandering. He couldn't corral her but he was able to coax her to run alongside his car as he guided her back home.
When we moved to Lynden, she was blind in one eye, deaf and fading fast. But I just couldn't bear moving without her. It was so unfair. She went from being in an environment where she could find her way around by smell to an area, where we had to walk her with a leash. She was so unhappy. And just about 5 months after we moved, she had a stroke and poor Lynn found her and had to take her to see the new vet. She was just the best dog ever. She was with us for 16 years.
Sadly she disappeared. Turned out, the neighbor spotted a huge owl up in a tree behind us, and we are guessing the Patches got what she gave.....
He was such a fine cat. When he was first brought home we were told he was a SHE. And we named her Wendy, after the Beach Boy's song. When she was about 6 months old and walking away from us, we noticed that she was ummmmmm....a HE!! And so he became Wendall.
This was taken in the master bath at our house in Sterling Park. We moved him to Lynden with us. He was pretty happy. But then he stopped eating for some reason. He would act hungry, sniff at his food and lick it a bit, but then walk away. Turned out his poor teeth were horrible. His gums were infected, and despite a couple of rounds of antibiotics, the infection was too much. I still feel so very guilty about him, and ALL my cats get an inspection of their teeth and gums every few months, and are required to eat dry food, which apparently helps to keep their teeth healthier.
Once again, this was intended to be a Christmas gift to me. Lynn had gone to the Humane society again, and said he was looking for a kitten. As he as being shown throw the 'cathouse', a paw came out of an upper cage and tapped him on the shoulder. The volunteer at the center turned and Lynn said, "looks like I have been selected"....and Dutch came home that day. He was about 11 months old at the time. If you look really closely you can see right on the top of his head a dark spot. I thought it was a dirty spot and tried a few times to clean it off, until I realized it was just a spot of dark fur. Good grief. His name came from the fact that we lived in Lynden, a town that was started by a group of Dutch Reformed. We were never reformed, but he became Dutch.
We had a few more cats in and out, but I have no photos.
Jay keeps saying this is it!!! Sadly he is always the one to take care of their end of life care. But I think I have one more dog in me, and maybe at least one more cat. We'll see.