As I don’t currently have any pets of my own, I decided today I’d post about all the pets I’ve had in the past today.
The first pet I ever had personally was a hamster named French Fry, inherited with the name and all from a friend. He ended up having kids, and my sister and I got to have one of his kids each. We named them Prince and Banana Split, but unfortunately, they didn’t live very long. All three were great starter pets, and they definitely kept us entertained.
Our family also got a dog shortly before the hamsters, and her name was Jerzy. She was a Newfoundland and Lab mix, and she passed away a few years ago. She was a very caring and empathetic dog, but also expected to be treated as a queen. She liked the snow, swimming, and dragging people on walks in her younger years. You can read more about her in this post.
The last dog we had was named Jypsie (among other nicknames), and she passed away suddenly this last Christmas. She was adopted, and my family originally got her as a friend to Jerzy in her old age. Jypsie was a giant suck up, great heat warmer for the couch or your bed, and always was in a good mood. She was very good at escaping and was very catlike as well. You can read more about her here.
Hopefully there are more pets in my future, but for now I’m content with looking after a beta fish for the summer.
What pet(s) do you have, or want to have? Let me know in the comments!
Jypsie, Jyps, Tipsy, Sexy, Houdini, Dummkopf, you were known by many names.
You always knew where the best sun patch was inside and outside. You’d always lie on the picnic table, napping for hours under the sun and keeping an eye on the kitchen. I’m sure at some point you must have been raised by a cat, since you were a very strange dog.
Of course, you also got into a fair amount of trouble. From digging holes to escaping the yard so many times, we had to keep it shut with a belt. It’s amazing that you managed to teach our old dog Jerzy your tricks as well, you two were a ridiculous duo when you combined your talents.
You were a good hunter too, fitting for a family of hunters. You were oh so proud to come into the house one day smacking on the feathers of the bird you’d just caught. We’ll miss our bird and mouse hunter.
You also never understood the concept of personal space. It didn’t matter if the three of us girls were on the couch, you’d find some room to squish your fluffy butt into. Sharing the back seat with you on car rides meant at some point, you would have a dog on your lap that demanded attention.
You got me through some rough times, either by spending a few hours cuddled close or by sharing your infectious good energy. Nobody could say no to your goofy grin greeting everyone that stepped through the door.
Saying goodbye to you was really hard, but I’m glad that you waited until I was home, so I was there to sneak in a few last pets.
I hope you are at peace, running around with Jerzy and getting spoiled to no end in heaven.
Love you always,