Sundaystills: Pets

http://annkschin.blogspot.com/2008/11/irresponsible-dog-owners.html
In these photos, some children found a bitch with seven puppies in the neighbourhood. These kids loved the puppies and found milk for them and food for the bitch. Some grown ups were also fascinated by them. But the occupant of the apartment where these dog and puppies had made their home at their basement wasn't happy. She wasn't happy with the S*** and the terrible smell. Before the residents could find homes for them, she rang the SPCA and had them taken them away.

When the kids found that the puppies were gone, they cried. Some fifteen years later, a certain person in my house is still very emotional when she talks about those puppies which had become other people's pets, instead of hers.

My grand dad kept guinea pigs, not exactly as pets for us to molly colly. He just kept them. He warned us not to handle the guinea pigs or they won't grow. But did we listen? Of course not. We secretly took them out of this big cage, my uncles, aunty and my siblings. We cuddled them and loved them to bits.

Grandpa said," Why are the guinea pigs not growing? Did you lot cuddle them?"
"Nope! Not me!" we all answered just like the animals of the Little Red Hen.

Another generation went by, Mum kept white mice. This time it was my younger siblings and nieces and nephews. Niece F was born in the year of the tiger. According to the Chinese, tigers will eat up the little babies, so F was banned from the mice. But did she listen? You answer the question. Children will be children. They never listen.

When the baby mice died, Mum asked," Did F go to the mice?"
"Nope! I didn't."
"Nope! She didn't."
After a while the novelty died off.

Mice are not good pets. I don't like mice or rats.


When ever I see horses, I think of the teen age neighbour K I knew twenty years ago. She kept a horse in a paddock, and went out to see him every weekend.
http://annkschin.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-love-for-my-horse.html



We always had chicken for meat and eggs when I was growing up in Borneo. That proud rooster was the stud, and he never failed to crow, rain or shine. My brother Joseph considered it to be his pet.

One morning, the rooster did not crow. He was dead. We couldn't believe how a healthy rooster could die just like that.

Mum conjectured that it was poisoned. Cock fighting is a gambling game involving a lot of money. Some men had on the previous day approached Mum and offered her a very good price for our handsome rooster. But Joseph refused to part with his pet. Mum wanted the money, but she loved her son more, so she declined the offered. The vindictive men probably came and poisoned poor rooster since they couldn't have it.

Joseph held his dead pet and cried.

Sunday Stills, the Next Challenge: Pets
Posted in 1, Sunday Stills, the next challenge with tags Sunday Stills Challenge on November 29, 2009 by Ed

Anyone who has been around the past year knows this upcoming weeks challenge is the 1 year anniversary of Sunday Stills. So I figure we should do the very first challenge we did on December 6th 2008. We started with only a few contributors and have grown into a nice little community of bloggers which I’m proud to be part of.

Here is to another year of fun….Ed
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