Our Pets

   During our 38 years of marriage, Dennis and I have had several pets.  Our first was a black cat named Gemima who lived in our apartment and traveled with us to our first house in Eutaw.  She was notorious for jumping from the bar in the kitchen to our Christmas tree in the living room and knocking it down.  As you can tell in the picture below, she loved climbing.

 Our next pet was a Great Dane named Kong--short for King Kong.  With plans to breed Great Danes, our third pet was a female Dane named Amazon.   (Don't you love my plaid outfit and Dennis's shirt?!)

We were never able to breed the two Danes because Amazon was hit by a car and left unable to breed.  We kept these two dogs in our house until they were just too big.  Eventually, they moved to Mr. Ralph and Miss Ruby's yard in Carrollton.  In the following pictures, Amazon is with Dennis, and Kong is with me.

 We chose our next pet because our children, who are both highly allergic, wanted one so badly.  We found a breeder of chihuahuas, and Parker, Savannah, and I traveled to choose the right one for us. The breeder literally had a barn full of chihuahuas---all ages, shapes, sizes, and colors.  It was unexpected that my two kids picked the exact same puppy.  I had had visions of an  afternoon of arguing over their choice. They  chose a black, long-haired (the breeder assured me that chihuahuas were good for children with asthma even if it had long hair), month old chihuahua. On our drive home, we discussed names and finally decided on the name DOC since we considered her to be an asthma specialist.  We had Doc a long time but lost her while we lived in Carrollton.

Even though the two kids were in college and not necessarily wanting a new puppy, we got a new long-haired, white chihuahua next.  Roe, short for Marilyn Monore (you, know--she's a blonde) , will be our last pet.  She has been good company and a godsend when Dennis was sick.  BUT, as with most chihuahuas, she is very finicky.  She barks continuously when company comes, and her white hair is everywhere.  To help with the hair situation, we decided to get her shaved.  We have had bad experiences with this in the past, so we were prepared, or so we thought, for this trim.  Our small chihuahua becomes an angry pitt bull when anyone tries to groom her.   So last Tuesday, we woke up early to give Roe a sedative.  Forty-five minutes later, we gave her another one.  When we got to the vet's office, she was still wide awake and not happy to be at the vet's.  As the groomer had not yet arrived, we left her and went up the road to work in Dennis's classroom.  We received a call from the groomer and were asked to pick up Roe.  When we got there, the groomer said that she would not be able to groom Roe again. Roe, who was still wide awake, was an unhappy dog.  By the time we got home, she was asleep and slept for two days.  The following are before and after pictures of  Roe's visit to Dr. May's groomer.

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