Four legged friends
For the last few weeks I've been thinking about some of the dynamics of our families and especially with our four legged friends. We normally call the four legged parts of our families 'pets' but the truth is Barney, Bubble and Rosie are much more than just pets, they're part of the family and have some interesting traits.
I want to take a few minutes to tell you about some of the 'little things' they do that make them so special to us. Who knows maybe as you're reading you'll see something of the animals you've known in the way they behave, after all they are part of the family.
Just some of the things that our friends with four legs get up to.
A cute little Cairn Terrier. for those not in the know (as I wasn't until he turned up at the local SPCA) they are closely related to the West Highland Terrier (the only difference is the 'Westie' is either black or white where the Cairn is a beautiful (you knew I'd say that didn't you?) golden color.
We got Barney when he was about five weeks old and he was so small he couldn't get up the steps to the house (Cairn terriers stand 12 inches off the ground and about 24 inches long when fully grown) but that didn't stop him trying.
I've written another hub about Barney before that has a lot of stuff about him, but this is more about some of the funny things that make our four legged friends special.
Barney's so small that he's had to prioritize what he's going to put into his life, two things don't fit, pain and fear are not things known to him!!
When he was about ten weeks old we started puppy school with him. My wife took him once and came back swearing she'd never take him again! Apparently in the class there were four other dogs that didn't take too kindly to him. A six month old Boxer, A German Shepherd (three months old), A Labrador and another dog. Come the time to socialize the dogs the owners let them off the lead and they all made a beeline for Barney who thought that being the center of attention was great. The ensuing melee was pandemonium with bits of furniture flying everywhere (Did I mention this was all in a vets surgery?). When they finally parted the dogs my wife brought him home absolutely soaked in saliva from the other dogs "He's your dog, you clean him!!!" I was told in no uncertain terms!!
His latest trick is he loves to use our lounge as his own personal racetrack and it's great for chasing cats around! It's also great for trying to avoid Dad putting him to bed at night!
Barney sleeps in a cage in the lounge. but he loves spending time out on the deck at night. I used to work nights and that was when Barney took it on himself that my wife and daughter needed protecting at night, I was working so I couldn't be there so he would sit out on the deck guarding the back of the house, he still sits out there but makes sure he can see me so he knows he doesn't have to be on guard.
However our lounge has three entry points that lead to other parts of the house and other doors to the outside, you guessed it, if one is open then the race is on!! Round and round we go until all access points are sealed and the only place he can go is the 'pen'
By the way Barney's breed are working dogs that were bred for hunting rats and vermin, until this week the mouse score in the house was Barney four, Bubble one catch and release (more on that later) and Rosie likes birds! but that's changed 9more later)
Anyone thinking about getting a pet I can highly recommend the Cairn Terrier, they are faithful, intelligent and a whole lot of fun, the average backyard is plenty big enough for them and a whole lot of fun.
Recently we took him to the beach, he loved walking in the sand. but wasn't too impressed at the wet stuff that kept washing over him. A huge amount of fun and an ideal dog for a family
Where we walked
Bubble, the Matriarch
Bubble is very much the matriarch of the family. If her Cat years were transferred into Human years she'd be approaching sixty but don't think that old age is starting to slow this cat down!
Actually as I write this she's snuggled down next to the wife on the other seat in the lounge. Barney's decided he wants a sleep and he's put himself to bed in his pen and the two are chilled out. That's the way they've been in the seven years we've had them. Bubble actually arrived first eight years ago. She was only a kitten then and there were two of them (Bubble and Squeak) sadly Squeak isn't with us anymore but he's remembered with fondness.
A couple of years ago we were woken up by scratching noises under the bed. It took a minute to register that it wasn't a dream but the noise was definitely there, it was 3am so the noise was really strange. Climbing out of bed we both looked under the bed and there was Bubble watching a Mouse under the bed. The concentration was intense and I'm sure she wasn't even aware we were watching.
Instead of killing the Mouse she was playing with it. At one point she caught the Mouse and had the whole creature in her mouth, then she let it go again! As soon as we saw that all I heard was "Right, that's it" Jodie disappeared and re-appeared seconds later with Barney who was told "Deal with it!" One second later the Mouse was no more!
Her other habit is that she loves to go out at night, but if there's no open door (or window) she'll find a way in, even if it means scratching the window until you wake the occupants at 2am in the morning! We've learned to leave a window open. Aren't animals supposed to be trained by their Human owners? Our seem to train their Humans!
What pets do you have?
Rosie is the feisty one of the three. She's a long haired tortoise shell and not really a people Cat, but she does care for us. She showed that the other say when out of concern for the grocery bills she began bringing home some of the things she'd hunted. Five mice!
Sunday morning is my lie in time, that is if Rosie and Bubble aren't around. Bubble will make her way and sit on my chest pinning, if that doesn't wake me then the next step Rosie to get up next to the alarm clock (that goes off at 7am) and use her bushy tail to tickle my mustache. If that doesn't work then she simply leans over and meows loudly in my ear!
Rosie also recently caused mayhem when she decided to help with our Meat supply by trying to teach us how to hunt. For two days she was bringing home her donation to the grocery bill. Five mice, all left conveniently so that we'd see them and thank her, she still waiting for the thanks!
These are just a few of the many stories I could tell about these three little gems. As I sit here I realize that they own us as much as we own them. We look after and care for Barney, Bubble and Rosie but they in their own way look after us as well, even if it is trying to provide the meat we don't want!
Guarding us, Waking us or even providing for us they are precious.
These are our stories, but I bet you have just as many stories about your own pets. Why not take a few moments to tell us about them.
If you enjoyed this hub Barney's written one too, he tells his side of the story. Tell us about your pets in the comments below.