Monthly Archives: March 2012

Ace & Spade


I’ve decided that my next dog will be extremely well trained.  I love my little Sadie, but I do love when people have bigger dogs that are so smart and learn quickly.  One thing that amazes me is teaching a dog how to hunt, and retrieve a duck after you shoot it.

My boyfriend, Johnathan, has two dogs: a boy, Ace, and a girl, Spade.  His favorite is Ace, but that’s because he listens better. Ace’s main goal is to make his owner happy, whereas Spade’s main goal is to make herself happy.

Spade gets over excited when she gets to be around humans and gets to go do something, which makes her too distracted to do anything cool.  It is funny though, because when we go on walks Johnathan will find a stick or something to throw off the deck into this lake, and I’m telling you those dogs fight and fight over that thing the whole time they’re swimming back.

Ace though, he’s a champ.  He follows orders perfectly, and is smart. You can throw the fake duck a good ways to where it lands out of his sight, but he’ll wait there until you tell him to go, and once you do he takes off and retrieves it. When he brings it back he waits with it in his mouth for you to grab it, instead of laying it on the ground.

Ace and Spade live outside in a big fenced in area where they each have a dog house.  Recently we let Ace inside, and for only having been inside probably once before in his life, he acted amazing. He just stayed on his dog bed and rarely acted as if he even noticed the cat Zeus was there. Zeus on the other hand kept his eye on Ace, and loved to observe Ace while he was sleeping. It was quite comical.

Zeus doesn’t know what to think about Ace being let inside the house.


Slade the Snake


One of my best friends from high school, Grant, got a pet snake when we were juniors.  Grant’s little sister is Sissy, the little girl I used to babysit.  That’s how I got the job, through Grant suggesting me.

Usually I’m terrified of snakes that are out in the wild, but pet snakes from Petco aren’t dangerous. They aren’t mean, unless you make them mean by banging on the glass and taunting them.  One time I was bored so I went to Petsmart to hold a snake and pet it.

Grant was trying to think of names for it, and was coming up with the lamest stuff.  He was suggesting human names, real ones that aren’t cool sounding. I explained that such a cool animal had to have a matching name, and that’s when I suggested Slade, and that’s what he went with when he made his decision a little later.

Like me, Sissy was scared of snakes, too, and she was having a hard time understanding that this snake will be nice if you’re careful with him.  It took at least a month or more, but I finally got Sissy to hold the snake.

From there it just progressed on, and it got to the point where she felt comfortable going and getting the snake out of his tank by herself. The picture below is her holding it, and that was even the first time. You can see how concentrated she is, ha.

Jessie & Solo


When I was in the fifth grade, my dad lived right across the street from my school, and I’ll never forget the day I walked over there and he showed me the new puppy chocolate lab he had gotten at Walmart from a family giving them away.  He named her Jessie, and I got to take her over to the school and show my friends who hadn’t been picked up yet by their parents.

The reason my dad got Jessie is because he could tell that she was the sickest out of all the puppies, and he took her to the vet, got her medicine, X-rays, etc.  She had to get an X-ray because her tail was/still is broken.  My dad asked whether if he should get it fixed, but the vet said it had already healed like that, so there wasn’t any use of fixing it.

When my dad and my stepmom Dianna got Jessie, they already had another dog, Solo.  He was more of a lapdog, therefore liked Dianna better, so Jessie was daddy’s dog.  Solo is a toy fox terrier, and is white with only one, big spot on him, that’s part of why he’s called Solo.

When Jessie was young and we would take the dogs for a walk, it was funny because Solo would pick and pick on her, and we warned him that someday she was going to get him back, and we were right.

Now Jessie is much bigger than Solo, and can just push him away with one arm.  She’s a funny dog. She’s so sweet if she knows you, If she’s used to you being around she loves you, but if you’re a stranger, she’s suddenly in attack mode! She is protective of my dad especially, but also anyone else she likes.

Solo used to do this funny thing with my dad, where my dad would like tilt his head back and howl, and he’d end up getting Solo to start howling like that. I think my dad may have played a little too rough with him and made him self conscious maybe, because now he’s like more sensitive and more aggressive, but can still be really sweet.

Momma & Baby Cat


I’ve always been a huge animal person. I get it from my dad, because he’s more of one than I am. He refuses to hunt deer because he doesn’t want to kill one. I’m not that hardcore, I would like to go deer hunting sometime and try it out. But when it comes to animals like dogs and cats, it’s a weakness.  I feel sorry for the ones who get dumped on the side of the road.

During this past Christmas break my mom, my friend Martin, and I were sitting around watching a movie one evening, when we started hearing meowing coming from outside the side door. We looked out the window in the door and there was a momma and a baby, whose eyes weren’t even open yet he was so young.

The momma cat was grossly skinny; I don’t even think she could produce milk for her baby.  So we fed them, and gave the baby cat milk and water, and it wasn’t long until momma cat could produce milk for her baby.

The baby kitty is getting bigger, and he’s so adorable! He has neon green eyes like his mom.  His mom is nursing four kittens right now.  Yes, I know, more kittens, but it wasn’t planned, we’re not even sure who the father cat is. 

Momma cat went into labor Tuesday, and hadn’t left the garage, where we lock her up so no other cats can get toher, since before she went into labor, until today.  Last night my friend Martin said he heard two cats fighting, and it was the baby cat (who’s grown up a lot now) fighting some random cat.  He ran out there and scared the other cat away.

The next morning when he went in the garage to feed momma cat, she immediately got up and when outside on the porch and smelled of the railings where the cats had rubbed during the fight.  It was like she was worried and had heard it during the night but couldn’t get out there to help.  After she finished smelling around without even leaving the porch, she went back into the garage to her kittens; she’s a good momma.