Emily

Emily is our Golden Retriever.

I have many stories of our Golden and the things that we can learn from our dogs. She is a great retriever and pet.

Moses

This is a cat that I found transported in the back of a truck for a company that I had worked for.

We opened the trailer doors and surprise when the trailer was nearly unloaded we had a visitor a pet cat...

Because this one had travelled from a far we felt an appropriate name would be Moses. Moses was loved by everyone.

One day while holding Moses he passed away in the arms of my wife. This was close to the time that I was 302'd or just after my District court case...

Denny was put down at the time of being 302'd Denny was her Siamese cat. He was old and went into renal failure.

Stephie

A female Shetland Sheep dog, (Minature Collie)

A valentine's present from my wife...

She had a dog named Reds and Irish setter, and after Reds was put to sleep she wanted to get another dog, we looked at a Sable Sheltie and thought that we might be selected as possible new owners to adopt this pet, that didn't pan out. So my wife decided to get a puppy she found a tri colored sheltie and we named her Stephie.

My wife put the dog out to do her business one day and she died of a sudden heart failure.

I never understood the stress in my house, I do now, I feel it all the time, and I know where the stress comes from... A curse exists from a man from before, he was a very mean man and I now know how his curse of sarcastic agression would manifest itself in my life... How to get others to see... Twisted words came back at me...

Sandles

A Cocker and English Setter mix...

Dapper

Dapper was a female English setter that my father bought for me, after the incident with Murphy.

Dapper was a good hunting dog and I was able to train her to stay with me and work with me as a team. Now if only I could honor her and her efforts as a hunter by being a good shot. Big game I am good sitting squirrels I am good, rabbits on the ground I am good... What Dapper wanted was the birds in the air, I wasn't so good.

About the last time that we went out hunting for Cockbirds the gun missfired I was pointing the gun to the ground, something that I analyzed as the safest place to point a gun... So I advocate keeping the barrel pointed down and in front of the hunter and not to shoulder your piece. The gun comes up to the shoulder faster and you are always looking at what you are aiming at. No mistakes or accidents. See clearly where you are shooting and make sure that you are safe and also those around you are safe. The gun miss fired and I went to unlock the bolt and then the gun fired. What a surprise and a pain in the palm of the hand as I had to hold the compression and discharge of the shell of an unbolted chamber. Ouch, the stock cracked and my ear hurt that was a loud blast... Was it a bad shell or a bad firing pin? I don't know, we had this thing happen before and the gun checked out ok... Either way that was the end of that gun...

Dapper was not fixed and on occassion the neighbor dogs would happen to catch her when she went into heat.

The last time that happened it was a neighbors Cocker Spaniel, the neighbor insisted that we give to them one of the puppies that were sired by the male... I felt so violated, first that my dog was caught by a neighbors dog that was allowed to tresspass into our yard and that this person actually thought they had a right to my dog's puppy... I kept one of the puppies for myself...

It was a very smart pup but my girlfriend had other ideas about Cocker's...

Rocky

That Plymouth Rock Rooster

What character this bird had, he was king of the barn yard. Or in this case the back yard in front of the barn.

Murphy

An Irish setter...

What a story I have about this dog, thump, thump, thump and he was gone... Out of the yard in about three bounds, and did he love to run and hunt, he was an individual all about himself and not working together as a team. Head strong and yet he knew, there was one that would keep this dog in line, it was that rooster a Plymouth Rock we named 'Rocky'...

Murphy was useless as a hunter and my father took care of him, he ran away for the last time...

Blackie

A black female rabbit,

I spent many hours playing with and petting Blackie, I tried to make a song or poem for Blackie but unfortunately, I wasn't able to get those creative juices to work the way that I wanted, I just wasn't that good.

I used to have a favorite tree in the back yard that I loved to climb, I even would take the bunny up into the tree with me, she was good she never squirmed to cause me fear that she would endanger her health, and I could climb up and climb back down many times, I'd have some grass pigtails and the sort the things that she liked to eat, and I'd spend time just thinking...

Dutchess

A female German Shepherd, a good dog...

Sparky

A small Fox Terrier black and white, I was just a little guy three or four, I think Sparky was kept by my maternal grandparents and given to us because Sparky and I got on so well... Do I remember that correctly? I'm not sure, I was only three or four, but I do remember that I could pet Sparky nearly anytime that I wanted. But I was cautious and wouldn't want to offend this dog. Just something that I learned early on. My sister who was two or three, two years younger than me, she tended to want to pet this pup when he stopped and that was only to eat. Big mistake and she needed to learn, the dog would snap to try to teach her to keep back and not to threaten him while he was eating, I remember my Sister being told time and time again don't pet the dog while he was eating.

What does a two year old know? She needed to learn, so how head strong was this child? Well that would be revealed later in life.

Of course eventually Sparky would die...

A unique event would happen, the babysitter down the street would have a dog pass on, his name was Duke or something like that, a German shepherd. The babysitter bred German shepherds and Queenie would provide our next dog Dutchess...

Well on the day that Duke died or shortly there after I knew that the boys of the babysitter had not yet been finished mourning their dog and so I decided to see what power I had to test their emotions. I sat on the back porch step and started thinking about my dog Sparky, it didn't take me much to become emotional about my dog and so when the boys came over to talk with me I told them about my friend Sparky and then they started to share with me about their friend Duke, not long later we were all mourning our friends that we missed.