Swamp Rat's Pets

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This is Pluto dog. Ellen found him a good home. I didn't want to take either of the dogs with me to my apartment in the city, and Ellen didn't want to have two all by herself.
He was very doggy and lovable. He loved to get messy and stink. He was a big clumsy clutz too. He'd get all excited and jump around and knock everything over. He was a mutt and a chickensh!t. More of his story below.

The Pluto Story

There was a bi#ch that lived across the street from Ellen and I named Spotty. Her owner always left her tied up in the backyard where all the neighborhood dogs could have their way with her. It wasn't pretty. (Poor girl ) : ) So one day we made the mistake of going to see the puppies. We fell madly in love with one, but he was already claimed, so that's how we got Pluto.

Pluto was kind of the opposite of the runt of the litter. He was the biggest bully, and given to sitting off in a corner by himself looking sad and unloved.

Man was he ever hard to train. He didn't listen much, but I guess we spoiled him and let him get away with too much. He and the Beez (more about the Beez later) slept on the bed and sat on the furniture and destroyed things at a rapid rate. But we still loved them.

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The Peanut Story

This is Peanut. Ellen got the dogs in the divorce. Having a friendly well-adjusted dog like Peanut really helped us reconsider the risk we were taking keeping our vicious dog, Cerberus, alive.
Peanut really wants to please. He is good and sweet and not suspicious and mistrustful.
He's a real treat to own.

Here's a great dog page. Especially for fans of the poor maligned pit bull terrier breed.
Dog Owner's Guide!

This is my ex, Ellen, with her cat, Snoopy. Snoopy lives with me now, and she is a lover.

This is Little.
Ellen sent Little to live with our old housemate, Candy.

The Little Story.

Little was not as demonic as she looks. She just hated being held and she wouldn't really pose for a picture otherwise. She was just a feral kitten when we found her. She destroyed Ellen's arms and her bathroom, when we shut her in. Then she hid for months in the back of the kitchen stove.

The Pet Obituary Section

This was my Cerberus.
The Beez was one of his many nicknames. Others were Beezer, Killer, Spike, Land-Shark, Cujo, Devil-Dog, Satan etc.

The Cerberus Story.

He was demented. We found him when he was about three years old. He was terrified of people. If we moved quickly he cringed on the floor and wailed an unearthly wail. He also had many sores. We think he had been an abused dog-fighting dog. He was either a lousy example of a shar-pei or part pit bull terrier and part shar-pei. He had a purple spotted tongue.
After we had him for a while he was okay with us, but he hated strangers, children and other animals. He and Pluto had an uneasy truce. They often fought for dominance of the pack. Pluto always won; he's a lot bigger. Cerberus only weighed about 40lbs.
Pluto weighs about 85lbs.
Okay, we gave up on him. Yes we put him down. He had bitten me and my girlfriend more than once. We considered medication, but the vet said it would be ineffective because he has too many different types of agression (fear aggression, dominance aggression, animal aggression). He lived with us for about 4 years. He was about 8 when he died.
R.I.P. 7/19/98

This magnificent beauty is Miss Priss (Priscilla). After I broke up with my ex, Ellen, I took Priscilla. She was a bit anti-social. Come to find out she had massive kidney failure, so I had to put her down.
(That's me holding her.)

The Priscilla story.

Ellen and I were notorious trash pickers. One day we pulled our swank (not) pick-up truck up to a curb where some nice folks were moving. They were getting rid of a lot of stuff and the woman kept coming out and bringing us more stuff. She'd say "Do you want my grandmother's tea set? I really can't move with it." So we kept piling the truck full. Finally she said "Do you want a cat?" So we said "No, the last thing we need is another cat". And there we were. Well she had no place to go.

Priscilla was not the friendliest cat either. In fact I picked her up at great personal peril to get that picture. She hissed and scratched and yowled with her horrible screeching voice. But who couldn't love that pretty face?

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