We are a pet family. The house isn’t complete without a cat and dog in it. It just seems like they make it a home. Join me in about 1975 at the Eklund house. This was my husband’s dog growing up. Her name was Lady Snowy Tundra. I never knew her but I feel I did from hearing Mike talk of her. I have tales of my various pets but he had only her. His tales are all Tundra. She’s still special to him as many are to me. Pet just make life better in ways people never can.
It was Spring 1986. Mike was about to graduate college the next quarter. Yes quarters then not semesters. I was just a year from graduation. We were on our last Spring Break of our life. It was a cool windy March in Florida and in the ocean was a bit cold on the windy day so we flew a kite. About the shorts? What can I say it was the 80s and neon was cool baby.
The year is 1991. This is Popcorn the Siamese and Belle the Carolina Dog (it wasn’t a breed then but got her in South Carolina and she had the traits). Popcorn came first by several years then we brought home this stinky puppy. They both grew into fine loving pets but as much as Belle smiled and call Popcorn her buddy. Popcorn all Siamese regal acted put out with the dog. Yet, should Belle be gone guess who was yowling and looking for her? Who wouldn’t eat and fretted? Yep, Popcorn. They were the Odd Couple of pets. Belle the happy go lucky smart dog version of Oscar and Popcorn the clean fastidious Felix (what an appropriate name for a cat eh?). Still to this day I dream of them most often of my pets that are gone now.
Oh and yes Popcorn wore a harness and leash when we traveled. She had a litterbox in the car and used it and roamed about at will, except on the driver. We’d worked hard with her on that from a very young kitten knowing the Navy life would have us traveling.
Okay I’ll answer the burning question – I don’t know why the frog holding a valentine is a bead but enjoy. Here’s wishing you and yours a very happy and loving Valentine’s Day. Thanks for reading.
If you have been reading my blog you have met our cat Jack. He came with our house. He’s an indoor/outdoor cat. Tried to make him an indoor cat but he’d been an outdoor cat/garage cat when we moved here. Any way he won the debate and now goes in and out during the day.
That’s when we began to notice our tom wasn’t concerned with appearance. He’d come in so dusty when you patted him he made clouds like Pigpen. If it was raining he wanted out and would come in wet. Did he groom right away? No way. He’d try to rub himself dry on my legs and lap. Later with a space heater he’d come in and doze there letting the heat do the job and smelling the room up of wet cat. He’ll come in with dirt outlining his nose and not care. I tell him. He just purrs happily with a black outlined nose. After dining he’ll sometimes wander around with food on his chin. Again I’ll point it out, he’ll just purr. He does groom himself very well, it’s just once a day… in the middle of the kitchen floor… while I am making dinner. Until I chase him away so I won’t step on him, then in a huff he’ll trot upstairs to his room to groom hiself upon his bed. Yes, that’s how we call upstairs guestroom with the full bed, his favorite retreat. So we’ve decided Jack is just a rugged outdoor Tom. Just like honey badger – he just don’t care.
Okay I love the fashions it’s about 1968. Also I don’t know where we were going so fancy probably just out as people dressed then. I am surprised Mom doesn’t have her gloves on. I’m guessing since she doesn’t we weren’t going to church. To the best of my memory (you can see how small I was so take this with a grain of salt) Mom wore gloves to church during this time. Oh and I didn’t know my Dad was an MIB… shhhh… don’t tell.
Welcome to 1995 Kalamazoo Michigan. This was my second foray into snow territory to live. Aaron was born in Kalamazoo so early on when there was shoveling to be done he joined in. Later when we moved back to snow country in Wisconsin the rule was if it snowed everyone gets up early and goes out shovel. Aaron throughout middle school and high school was awakened at 5:30 with the rest of and handed a shovel. You know what I don’t miss those days. I don’t miss that kind of snow.
After living in upstate New York we moved to Charleston South Carolina. We kept our snowshovels not knowing if we’d get transferred back up to where we’d need them. One day the young boy whose grandparents lived on a cul de sac came over while I was in the garage. He was amazed by such a large shovel and our sled. I like living where I have to explain what those are used for and how they are used.