What animals were in your house when you were born??

Originally Posted by Dixie_Darlin

Sounds like Duke! My dad was an AKC breeder too! (Not a puppy mill)
Duke would try to grab the wheels of my bike or tricycle to keep me from going into the street

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My Dad was never a registered breeder, he only bred a few select ones based on their hunting abilites, He was an avid duck hunter, and spent a great deal of time training them, Mickey was his last dog. we have been looking for a house in the country. One of the reasons is so we can get a black lab, some of my fondest memories are of Mickey, the only dog I have known, that would go sliding on a toboggan with 4 kids

My parents had two dogs... one was a Lab/Golden mix named Bigfoot and the other was a Springer Spaniel cross named Muffin. After I was born, they chained the dogs outside because they didn't want me to get fleas.
My earliest memory is being 1 1/2 and reaching out to pet Muffin. My parents called animal control shortly after that and had the dogs taken away. My next dog was when I was 13 and that's when I got my first cat also.

My parents had a dog named TJ but I don't know if they got him before or after I was born.

When I was born, my mom had Shocka, a Harlequin Great Dane who was one of the best dogs ever! When I could barely talk, I could point at a toy and say Shock and she would pick it up and put it in my toy box.
We also had 2 toy poodles and a few cats.

Shocka is one of the reasons why I love great danes so much. They just make me happy! I adore them, and plan to breed and show them in the future. I have had a total of 4 now, almost 5 but we ended up not getting him.

We had Marmalade, she was an orange & white tabby dsh, and Biscuits was black & white dsh, they were from the same litter. Marmalade lived for about 16 year, Biscuits got killed when he was really tiny. I'm not sure if my parents adopted them before or after i was born.

We got a cocker spaniel when I was a baby, and he and I were great friends. My parents sold him when I was 4, just before my sister was born.

We got our first cat when I was 8, when my mom discovered we had mice in our new house. We always had cats through the rest of my time growing up; the last one just passed a couple years ago. Now my mom has another cocker spaniel.

Yes, it is totally my mom's fault that I have 5 cats. Even when we were full, if some cat showed up, there was always room!

We had a Weimeriener named Dutchess Wilhemena (we just called her Dutchess). She was such a good dog - so patient with my sister and I. I adore Weimerieners still. Never had cats growing up because Dad is terribly allergic (he rarely comes to our house because he gets asthma attacks if he's here for more than about 45 minutes ).

Originally Posted by Dixie_Darlin

Oh Pam, I loved Duke. He would follow me everywhere. We lived on a 36 acre farm in Ky and he was my sidekick. He became very arthritic around 12yrs old and had a hard time standing on his own.

My dad contemplated having him PTS but the day before he took him to the vet Duke would suddenly become "active"

I think he was milking it and knew how to

I have so many fond memories.. If I sit and think about it too much, I'll cry

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Same here Alycia. I always sit & think too much or cry every time I think of my Pixie.

We didn't have "housepets". Simpy unaltered farm cats & altered farm dogs. The dogs never walked on leashes, never were kenneled or tied out, just loose on the farm. I had Pixie, a 100 lbs Lab/GSD X. She was born exactly a month after I was & died when we were 15. We were going to take her to be euthanized the next day. It was March 22, a very bitterly cold day. She died alone in her doghouse. I got Boomer in 2nd grade, a Water Spaniel/Vizsla X(I highly suspect he was a poodle/vizsla X, just don't tell dad he had a poodle for a hunting dog! ) He was the nastiest dog ever.....just disgusting all the time. We took him to a professional groomer & they couldn't get the stink outta him. He had that stink his entire life, until he was euthanized because of a perianal tumor at age 9.

For the farm cats, Fafeena is still here & 14 years old. Spayed now, of course. Slinky is 9 years old, Tabitha is 8. Damita, one of my housecats is 8 as well(Tabitha's sister/Slinky's daughter).

When I was born we had a torbie girl named Flash who lived until November 1999.

Big old smoke-gray tom cat. I remember looking up at him from the bottom of the stairs once. He scared me.

My mother says I cannot possibly remember this, since he died when I was barely a year old.

He was replaced later by two cats, a gray tabby named Humphrey and a calico named Callie. Calli slept on my feet at night, Humphrey followed my Dad around like a dog. Once Humphrey attacked my very most hated babysitter!

When I was eight-ish my parents had Callie put down (she was very sick. ) But didn't tell me about it until after it was done. I was soooo upset I cried for weeks. I wanted to say goodbye.

Callie was replaced after a few years with a white cat with a gray spot on his head. We got him from a house up the street... they'd been raided by the police (drugs) and the cat's owner was going away for a long time. I declared his name was Somalia and we called him Sam. He was spastic and weird and aggressive. But I loved him anyway.

After the kitties I wanted a snake. My mother said NO WAY IN ****. So... enter Copper, the corgi. She's ten!

Oh my..... I'm sure it was about the same when I was a baby, but I found pictures of me when I was about 2-3:

On a blanket with about 6 kittens
On a blanket with probably 20 chicks
AND
In a playpen with a few baby piglets!

My dad was a pig farmer, if you didn't guess! That was one of my favorite pictures, and I always tell mom that it's all her fault that I love all animals!

My mom says they had 2 cats. Spanky (I have a pic of me and him. He was a cute orange kitty) and Topaz. I think Spanky is the reason I like orange cats so much.

I've been told there was a kitten and a puppy in residence when I was born and they were the first individuals I met after I was brought home. Mom took time to introduce me to them.

The first dog I remember was Teddy Bear, a blonde cocker spaniel. First cat I remember was Tom Tinker, a blue tabby DSH.

I don't remember that far back but I do recall St Bernards, Corgis, German Shepards, A Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, Collies, Cats of all sorts, and birds in our houses where ever we moved to.

But my mom believed in animals are just animals and cats should be outdoors only. I remember vividly my cat being hit right outside our house in Athens Ohio when I was very young. The firemen came gave the my kitty to me (he was gone though) and were washing his blood off the street since I could see that from my window. I cried for days ... Because of that, I'll never let my cats go outside. It was horrible and tramatic. That's one thing I know I'll never forget in my entire lifetime. I forget alot of things and have a patchy memory, but THAT, I'll always remember.