About ten years ago, I was given a red eared slider which eventually became my daughter’s turtle. Bob is a good pet because you don’t have to do much and quite frankly, you forget you even own them. I unfortunately forgot that I owned said turtle. Oops. Call it “prego brain” or “I have too many pets and people to remember and I’d rather not forget about one of my children” but her living conditions were deplorable. I went to her tank and I couldn’t even find her, I was sure she was dead, in fact, I told my husband that Bob was died. His response, “Who’s Bob?”
I felt so awful for the turtle that I not only made a midnight Walmart run for a new filter, food, and light but I also stayed up playing “Florence Nightingale” until 3 AM even though I knew my kids would be up shortly. I was woken up a mere four hours after I went to bed and now I am ridiculously tired. Why? I felt horrible about forgetting about the damn turtle. Bob is know in my kitchen sink because apparently she forgot how to swim and the turtle dock is missing.
My family and I have several animals. Its like my house feels empty without a few fur babies running around.
We have Jack Attack O’Neill
He is an eight year old Pit, Rott, and English bulldog. He is the most passive dog I have ever met in my life. He has never barked and only snapped at me after he had his pelvis broken by a car. He lets my kids climb on him and ride him and he is the best dog that has ever lived. It helps that he looks scary because he’s the perfect “stay the eff away from my house” dog. He is named after the lead character on Stargate SG-1 played by RIchard Dean Anderson. 😀
Now my cats have the awesome pleasure of having insanely long names.
Here are Baby Waffles Hitler “It’s okay I’m Jewish” Ecker, Heir to the Throne and Atlas Butterscotch Tip Tail Ecker, Benchwarmer to the Throne.
It’s kind of funny. When I was pregnant with Ben, I needed the furry so Jeremy and I went to the APL and adopted our first cat together. His name was Doctor Hitler Mussolini Mihn Ecker Esq. Ruler of the Universe but unfortunately, he was murdered by a car. He was named Hitler because of his mustache and was an epic cat but he was lonely so we adopted Baby Hitler who was originally Waffles but he copied everything the good Doctor did so he became the junior version of him. After the Doctor’s death, Baby Hitler did not do much for weeks. He went into the yard looking for his papa and I could not bear the thought of him being lonely any longer so Atlas was adopted.
I love my fur babies a very close second to my human babies and I couldn’t imagine not yelling at one animal a day to get out from under my feet or tripping on a cat or two while cooking.