Pets I've Owned

Ginger: Doberman mix. She would always jump on me, and she once scratched my face up, so mom made dad get rid of her.
Pepper: Pekapoo. She was the dog I grew up with.
Noah: One-eyed poodle. He was actually my brother’s dog b/c he kept shaving a Mohawk into his fur.
Woody: He was half Yorkie, half whatever-jumped-over-the-fence, and he took after his father. He used to chew holes in his pillow and then hump the hole. I'm still fascinated by this b/c while I realize most all dogs hump (even some females), but how did he know to make a hole first?!
Spivy: For some reason my brother bought a flying squirrel and he gave it to me. I have no delusions that he specifically bought it for me, I’m sure he just noted that this “pet’s” nocturnal tendencies were more than he wanted to handle, so I took care of him. When I went away to college I asked a friend to take care of it for awhile. She had to leave it in the bathroom at night (even when you KNOW there’s a flying squirrel on the loose, waking up and seeing one whizz through the air at 2am while you’re trying to sleep is still a bit disconcerting), and somehow Spivy drowned in the toilet. She didn’t want to tell me this so I actually found out about his untimely demise about 6 months after it happened.
Odoe: Guinea Pig that Phil, the resident “old guy still in the dorms” gave to my friend April and me upon his graduation. He was plenty old and died after about 2 months. He’s buried at the corner of the volleyball court in the Keathley-Fowler-Hughes complex at A&M.
Stimpy: Beta fish. That fish lived for about 2 years, and would’ve lived longer, only he got some kind of fish “ick”. It was gross to watch, and I bought stuff to treat him, but in the end there I knew he wasn’t going to make it. I wish I could have put him out of his misery, but the only thing I could come up with was lopping off his head, and there’s no way I’ve got the stomach for that.
Maize: Little white feeder mouse I saved from certain doom. She lived about 18 months. The best part about having a mouse as a pet was that my grandma was terrified of it. (HEY, she’s always killing roaches, picking them up and waving them at me while giggling her ass off. It was time for some payback!)
Bailey: Bichon Frise puppy given to me by my Dad during my final semester in college. I thought I could keep he quiet in the dorm room (it was summer, after all), but it proved too tough a task to maintain, so I asked my aunt Sylvia to watch her for me until the summer ended. By then she was too attached and couldn’t let her go. I was a bit upset, but it was for the best. I was too young and fancy-free to really take care of a pet. Plus, Bailey never did get the hang of the whole “peeing & pooping outside” thing.
Another fish, though I cannot recall the name….
Rootie: This is my DAWG! She’s the best dog I could ever hope to have. I love her little personality, she’s obedient with a sweet disposition, and the CUTEST dog ever. If ever I were to get behind cloning, it would be b/c of this dog.