Ex-father-in-law is a Fred. No mo' Freds!
Stella and I are reading Cesar's Way by
Cesar Millan. He's good! Learning lots.
Yeah, "cute" is the operative word here. And yes, from the picture he does look like a "Sparky"... and I do like the sound of it, but I think it's a bit long in the tooth. And I'm afraid of people giving me a strange look when i call the dog...
Here Sparky!
Stella's not up yet. I'll show her your suggestions when she wakes.
Here's a list of previous pet names from my past -
Skippy - I musta been six or seven. I didn't name him. He came that way. A beagle. He took off for days at a time.
Misty Allure (but we called her Taffy) - A gorgeous collie. I was in my teens. Neighborhood kids would gush, "There's Lassie!"
Chico - a red-headed conure. Would join us for martinis Friday nights. Two drinks and he was a gonner.
Zeppo - a schnauzer. Rambunctious as all hell. Would tear up our apartment if we left him too long. Gave him to a college professor when I went to graduate school. He lived a good life.
Harpo - Sweetest little champagne toy poodle. He went to my mother-in-law's same time as Zeppo got farmed out, due to grad school. Unfortunately mom-in-law loved little Harpo way too much. Saw him at Christmas and his body was akin to an overstuffed sausage. Poor guy couldn't even jump on the bed cause he was too friggin' fat. Died young due to obesity.
Gummo - Psycho miniature poodle. Loved him well, but was kinda glad when he went to Rainbow Bridge. Hope he's calmed down when I see him.
Sark - He and I shared something I can't put into words. I miss him! In this picture he's in the last year of his life.
And now... here comes a Westie. Should be fun to see how he and the cats get along.
Caveman really likes dogs.
Lovepie is snootie to all living creatures except me. And
Artis is a scaredy cat. Except when it comes to
bugs and stuff.
The following material is from a blog I started my first year at Conlee Elementary -
Our Stories. It has a bit more about the cats, as well as a link to Rainbow Bridge.