A Dog Named Whiskers

5 Mar

I have noticed that lot of people blog about their pets. Turtles. Cats. Dogs. Animals seem to make good stories. We have a dog named Daisy.Cancun 214

In that picture, she looks like a devil dog, but she is a good pet. She is smart and tough. I have seen her back down deer, and, one time, she stared down a possum. Daisy is a little dog, but intruders need to watch out if they come around here.

Daisy is the only pet I have ever had. Actually, I had a pet calf once. He was black but had a white face. One day, the calf was gone, and my dad gave me $900 to put in the bank. At some point, I realized that he was auctioned at the local sale barn.

I guess I should say that Daisy is the only pet that I have had for a long period of time. When I was a little kid, my parents bought a dog for me. I have no idea what kind of dog he was. I only remember that he was brown and had floppy ears. For some reason, I named him Whiskers.

He was only a puppy, and he moved around a lot. I can remember playing with him on the back porch. However, Whiskers did not stay around very long. My dad traveled a lot and probably did not have the time to take care of him. My mom still has an intense fear of dogs. When she was a kid, her aunt would babysit her. To keep my mom from leaving the house, her aunt told her that the dogs outside would get her. That left a huge impression.

So, a dad who did not have time to take care of a dog and a mom who was terrified of dogs bought Whiskers for me. That had a happy ending written all over it. I have no idea how long Whiskers was around, but it was not long before he was gone. They must have come to the conclusion that it was not a good idea. Maybe, they felt that I was not playing with him enough.

Whatever the reason, Whiskers was my pet for a short time. I have no idea where they took him, but I have always hoped it was somewhere good. Through the years, I have wondered about Whiskers. Did he have a good life? I hope he did.

Now, we have Daisy, but I have always thought that one day I would have another dog named Whiskers.

13 Responses to “A Dog Named Whiskers”

  1. Marilyn Armstrong March 6, 2014 at 00:08 #

    When I was a kid, several dogs simply “disappeared.” It was a different world and I don’t think my parents felt the weight of responsibility towards pets we do. I’ve never named a dog after one of my ‘gone missing’ pets. Somehow, it didn’t feel right. But I too have always wondered what became of them and hoped they landed in a good home and were loved.

    • Rick March 6, 2014 at 01:13 #

      I think you’re right about our attitude toward animals. We may not be more attached, but we are more sensitive.

  2. Manu Kurup March 6, 2014 at 01:40 #

    I had a pet dog named Ruby when I was a child. Just like Whiskers, he also disappeared and I have no idea where to. I too have hoped that he had a good life. 🙂

    • Rick March 6, 2014 at 01:52 #

      It looks like this has happened to a lot of kids.

  3. Andrew Petcher March 6, 2014 at 07:23 #

    I’m with your mom on this issue. Dogs terrify me ever since one knocked me down when I was about 5 years old!

    • Rick March 6, 2014 at 13:33 #

      No doubt, childhood trauma can stay with us. She doesn’t like any dogs at any time.

  4. jcalberta March 6, 2014 at 16:17 #

    On 2 separate occasions I was attacked by Dobermans – but never got bitten. But as kids, we always had pets – dogs and cats, rabbits, turtles … And they can teach you a lot about life, love, responsibility … many things. i used to love to take our dog Kim up into the badlands at Drumheller – searching for dinosaur bones and fossils. Good memories …

    • Rick March 6, 2014 at 19:16 #

      I didn’t realize how great having a dog could be until recently.

  5. amber_i_am (@amber_i_am) March 6, 2014 at 17:26 #

    I used to have a pet rabbit, but he lived at my nanny’s house in Statesville. We didn’t go visit very often, so I don’t know how long he had been gone or what happened to him before I realized he wasn’t there anymore. For years, I told people that my nanny ate him! She was a country woman who loved squirrel brains, so I didn’t think I was being unreasonable by saying that! To this day, I don’t know what actually happened, but I don’t really think she ate him anymore!

    • Rick March 6, 2014 at 19:17 #

      I didn’t know you had Statesville blood running through your veins. My dad likes pig brains. He says eating them makes you smarter.

  6. shutterbugshea March 6, 2014 at 19:30 #

    Daisy is a cutey-pie! The smaller they are – the bigger thier heart :-))

    • Rick March 7, 2014 at 00:47 #

      She’s a great dog.

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