A while back I said I was going to tell some bad breeding stories, which I absolutely will do, but first, I wanted to explain how I got into those situations and to do that, I think I have to tell how we got into some of the animals that eventually we would up breeding. All of that takes us back to the beginning when my wife and I first got married, so let’s whip out the Way-Back Machine Sherman and see how it all began.
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So, having nothing better to do, we went to a local reptile show. My oldest daughter was trying to refurnish her snake cage, so what the heck, right? Besides, I’ve been hankering to get back into reptiles, I’ve really missed having more of them around, so I might as well go look and see what was available.
Now, nothing against the show itself because it was well put together, but there were a couple of problems. First off, they didn’t take credit cards for entry tickets. You could buy tickets online before you went, and I wish we had done so, but there were no signs or anything else saying cash only. We stood in a very long line and were lucky we had the cash on us because usually, everything is plastic. Had we gotten to the front of that long line and not had the cash, we would have been pissed. But since we did, that wasn’t really a big deal.
What was, and again, this isn’t the show itself, but it was great if you were looking for bearded dragons, leopard or crested geckos or ball pythons. Even the common stuff, they had a small selection of normal colors, which sold out quickly, leaving only the expensive variants. Yes, there were sporadic tarantulas, some chameleons and a few pythons here and there, but if you wanted any real selection, especially anything that wasn’t ridiculously common, you were completely out of luck.
It recently occurred to my wife and I that our newest dog, Caramel, has never, not once since the day we got her at 6 weeks old, slept through the night somewhere other than on someone’s bed. Not once. She’s almost 2 years old now and she has never had to sleep alone.
There are two companies that have been sending us postcards inviting us to their events forever. These are events that we haven’t been to in over a decade and will probably never go back to, yet month after month, we get these postcards asking us to come back.
Guys, it’s time to give up.
This isn’t exactly a fannish post at all, just one that I hope is helpful.
See, we recently bought a new house and just as we moved in, one of the worst ant invasions in the area’s history began. Typically there are few ants here, just like there are no fleas or ticks, but someone introduced those obnoxious black Argentinian ants and now they’re everywhere and get into everything. Pest control companies are backed up trying to get them under control. So when they wound up in my dog and cat food containers almost constantly, I got sick of losing tons of food that I thought I just had to throw out.
That is, until I found the solution.
On the day we had to put our last dog down, one of my daughter’s friends dog had puppies. That was about 6 weeks ago and now, one of those puppies has come home, a little early, but fully weaned and ready to go.
She’s the size of your hand, literally about 8 inches long, super loving and we’re thinking about calling her Caramel. Of course, the cats are freaked out and the dogs couldn’t care less. This picture was taken right after she got her first bath and ate her first meal and at the moment, she’s exploring the house. It’s been a very long time since we’ve had a tiny puppy in the house, probably at least 15 years, and probably never this small. It ought to be fun.
A while back, I told the story of my old Dalmatian, Sparky, and how she’s getting to the point where she’s falling apart but not so bad off that we need to have her put down. She’s not in any significant pain, she’s still eating and drinking and sleeping, she still has plenty of energy and, so far as anyone can tell, she’s still plenty healthy, she’s just suffering from the common old-age ailments that most Dalmatians eventually get, especially since she’s considerably older than typical life expectancy. But she is falling over a lot and honestly, she’s frustrating me so I decided I’d find a dog forum and ask if anyone had any more suggestions than just letting her go on until she drops or taking her in and having her put down because, at this point, it would be more for our sake than it would be for hers.
And wow, people are dicks.
It’s sad having some really old dogs. Our Dalmatian, Sparky, which we got as a puppy, has exceeded the median life expectancy of Dalmatians and as such, is starting to fall apart. Day after day, we get to watch her disintegrate a bit at a time, but she’s not in any pain that we can tell so we just let her go. Unfortunately, Dalmatians are really, really stupid dogs which are eternal puppies, even when their bodies just can’t keep up and they never, ever learn their lessons.
Of course, some are more cuddly than others and that’s what I’m here to talk about, my youngest daughter’s cockatiel, who was once a very tame, social bird and today, is anything but.
Here’s a “secret” that most people don’t know about me. I love filling out opinion polls. If I’ve got nothing to do, mostly when I’m listening to a podcast, I’ll be on one of those polling sites filling out questionnaires about cars and food and electronics, etc. It’s fun to give my opinion and I get rewards out of it, why not? I have more than $200 in rewards sitting in my Amazon account at the moment, just from spending a couple of minutes here and there clicking through some polls.
Recently, one poll asked if anyone in the family had ever been involved in breeding dogs or cats and while nobody ever has, certainly I and my wife were heavily involved in breeding rabbits, rats, mice and hamsters in the distant past. It’s something I’ve never really talked about, so here goes nothing.