My first memory of having a pet was when I was 4 years old and before my little brother was born, I had a dog and a cat. The dog's name was Muffins and the cat's name was Biscuit. Muffins was a little all black poodle. Biscuit was a tabby cat if I remember correctly. When I was 6, we moved all over Texas. Biscuit didn't end up moving with us but Muffins did.
Muffins stayed with us until she ran away. I remember missing her like crazy. One day, years after Muffins ran away my mom and I thought we saw her on the side of the road. We picked her up .....and then we found out she was a he. We looked for and found his owners, my mom called my dad and told him we were going to the SPCA and to get out the checkbook......that is when we got Lacie. That is for another day though....I have to find her picture to do her justice! :)
Much thanks goes to the One Minute Writer for today's post idea.
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i hear ya. i love my pets too.
since i lived mostly with my granny when i was little we had 13 show dogs at once and always a litter of puppies.
my favorite dog got killed when i was in the 3rd grade. we lived on 14 acres and no fence at that time and sadly it was a hit and run and goffrey was gone. it was awful.
but now we have chloe, the cutest kitty in the world from the humane society :0)
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