If you want to read about my animals, then stay on this page and read on. If, however, you just want to see the
cute pics, then click here
Asia had a bit of a rough start to her life - when I got her, she had parvo, a potentially deadly disease. So when
she lived through it, it made me that much closer to her. For Christmas 2003, my sister made me a "book" called "A Dogs
Life: The Story of Asia Osborne". I cried when I read it (as sad as that sounds). I decided to put it on here.
So click here
to read it.
There's really nothing exceptional about Sox. No dramatic story about when he was a puppy. I simply decided
that we needed to add a puppy to our house, and managed to convince my parents to do so, but the agreement was that my dad
got to chose what breed. Apparently an Australian Shepherd was one of his top choices, and he found Sox's breeder, Jo-Anne Johnson
, and called her up the day after we decided to get one (and he had said that he didn't want to just rush into it though).
So that night we went to see the puppy that she had, that was about 3 or 4 months old, and I fell in love with him.
My family was still kind of "well maybe we should take our time deciding", but I thought he was awesome. Too great to
pass up. So, with the use of puppy dog eyes, I managed to convince my folks to pay for him that day, and we went and
picked him up the next night. And its a good thing we did, cause my dad loves that thing more than he loves me and my
sister, I swear. But its okay. Cause he is great.
Sheba was really my mom's dog. When we went to the Humane Society looking for a puppy for me (when I got Asia)
my mom saw Sheba and fell in love. She was crying as we were leaving, thinking she couldn't get her because a)
she thought there was a law that you could only have 3 dogs in a house, and we still had Vicky at the time, and b) she figured
my dad would kill her. Well, she asked at the Humane Society, and apparently you can have as many dogs here as you want,
as long as they're all well taken care of. So she talked to my dad, and the next day, when we went to pick up Asia,
we also picked up Sheba and she became part of the family. Recently, though, Sheba started having problems breathing
and was being very calm and not moving much. My mom took her to the vet, and she had something (I can't remember what
its called) that made her red blood cells almost non-existent, making it difficult for her body to get its necessary oxygen.
The vet gave her some steroids, assuming that it was just at the beginning stages, but the next morning, she died. :(
When my parents brought her body in, apparently he seemed really sorry, saying that it normally shows before it gets into
such an advanced stage. But I guess that Sheba, being the trooper that she was, managed to not let it show. But
at least now she's in a happy place. She's probably up in heaven barking at garbage trucks until her voice box doesn't
work anymore, and chasing squirrels up so many trees that she doesn't know what to do with herself.
RIP Sheba - You're greatly missed :(
Our little Silky Terrier that we got in, I believe 1991(?), Vicky had so many nicknames that you wouldn't be able to
count them: Wiggy, Wooger, Booger, Boogy, Boo-Boo..... The list goes on. Anyway, she was the first dog that I
ever had, and I flipped out when she died in 2003. All I have to say is that it was a good thing that we had the other
3 dogs to help me through it, or else I wouldn't have managed. She's sorely missed too. It still makes me sad
to think about her :(
The newest addition to our family, Luna is the puppy that we got to try to fill the hole that Sheba left. A punky
little bundle of fur, Luna is a shepherd-something cross. Right now, I think that the general consensus is Akita, but
we don't know for sure. She's only about 8 weeks old, and already weighs 17lbs (Asia was 20lbs at 3 months old, and
is now 67lbs) so Luna is going to be huuuuuge. But oh well. When it comes to dogs, bigger is awesome. But
I have been having fun carting her around in my arms. :)
Cricket is another one of my crazy animals. He was plucking his feathers at the pet store
when I got him, and he hasn't kicked the habit in the four or five years that I've had him. But I love him anyway.
I'm the only person that he doesn't try to kill, so it makes me pretty happy :)
Tocco started off as my sister's bird, but after he took a chunk out of her ear, she kind of got upset and
officially gave him to me. I didn't mind though. He can be a bit viscious with hands and such, but if you put
your face near him he's [usually] so gentle that its adorable. He's definately the funnest (not a word, I know, but
"most fun" didn't sound right there) bird that I have.
I got Norbert last summer, because I wanted a bird that wasn't broken (Cricket pulls his feathers, and Tocco
bites hands). Well, no such luck. When I first got him, I was so paranoid about going near him and scaring the
crap out of him, that I didn't try touching him for like a week and a half, and by that point it was too late and he kept
trying to bite me. Then I got back to school and I didn't have much time to work with him, so he's still all broken.
I'm hoping to try to fix him (haha.. sounds like I'm talking about a toy) soon, but I'm waiting until my sister is gone, and
Cricket's back upstairs and all that. (I'll probably explain the current living situation in my house on another page
that I'll link from here when it's done.) So yeah, Norbert, although adorable, is psychotic.
Charlie and Neville
Charlie and Neville are my water dragons. They're both pretty broken, too, as they're both still quite
brown when they're supposed to be green. That's probably my doing, though. I don't take quite as good care of
them as I should. Don't get me wrong, I don't neglect them - I feed them regularly and change their water. But
occassionally I get busy and it takes a while longer to do their water than it should. I know I could be doing it right
now rather than writing this, but I'm going out in a bit and don't have time, so I'm going to do it tomorrow instead.
But anyway!! Their names were originally Charlie and Grawp, Grawp being my first one and Charlie being the second.
But then I decided that Charlie is a cool name, so I don't want to give it to the second w.d. (he's more annoying than the
first and is scared of everything), and also decided that Grawp doesn't so much fit my first guy as much as I thought it did.
So I did a bit of a switcheroo. I named my first guy Charlie, because I like him and I like the name, and I named the
second guy who's nervous about everything: Neville. It suits him more. Although, it is liable
For those of you who don't know, any of the recent additions to my family have been named after characters
from Harry Potter. A bit obsessive, I know, but I like them. Of the animals listed here, Norbert, Luna, Charlie
and Neville's names all come from Harry Potter. However, listed here are only the animals considered mine, and
I also made my mom name two of her geckos after HP characters: Dobby and Winky. Anyway, I just thought that I'd
share that. :)