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My mom used to take me to school, and while getting ready, we would start our car and our toy poodle, Tater, would run to Mom, paw at her, then look at the door to ask if he could go. So we would take him with us, and when Mom dropped me off, he would look out the window for me and cry, then curl up sadly around Mom’s shoulders like a scarf and ride home that way because he missed me. ~Sharen G., Peace Valley, MO One Halloween about six or seven years ago, we opened the door for some trick-or-treaters, and a little orange kitten (probably 10-ish weeks old) walked right into our house. We asked the kids if it was theirs and they said no. The kitten waltzed in like he owned the place, ate our cat’s food, drank its water, took a nap, and then waltzed right back out the door with one of the last trick-or-treaters of the night. We called him our “Halloween cat”. ~Mindy L., Iowa My daughter is not yet five and scared of nothing. She is very tiny and petite but more than makes up for it in attitude. She loves animals and has no trouble befriending them or bossing them around. About a year ago, she came stomping in the house–”Mom, Odin (our Belgian Malinois) is a BRAT!” This wasn’t news–Odin is easily bored and gets destructive–so I asked what happened. She replied, “He was trying to dig out the trash ! SO... I BITED HIM TAIL!! ” I was shocked. Then, it struck me horribly funny. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t ask any questions. “Go tell your dad,” I managed. After hearing, my husband, also laughing, asked, “What did Odin do?” She replied, “He ran away and barked and barked at me!” I went outside and found some trash scattered on the ground around our trash barrel and Odin on the farthest outskirts of the yard. He didn’t go near the trash for months afterward! ~Hannah G., Mountain View, MO When I was young, I had an American Eskimo puppy named Muffy. He was very small but very energetic. My bedroom was a converted utility room off of the kitchen. It was unfinished and had a blanket over the doorway which overhung both sides of the door frame. The kitchen and my room all had linoleum floors. My mom would feed Muffy in the kitchen sometimes before I got up and after he ate, he would try to take off running on the linoleum, feet flying but barely moving on the slick floor. Once he got going, he
would run as hard as he could across the kitchen and hit the blanket, which would fly up in the air, and keep going until he was close enough to take a flying leap into my bed on top of me and then pester me until I got up. One morning, I was awake but still in bed and heard him start preparing for take-off across the slick linoleum. I heard him run across the kitchen, and then... THUMP! He missed the doorway and hit the wall! My mom, who watched the whole thing, said he bounced off the wall, sat down and stared at the blanket, then got up and started over. This time, he made it through the doorway, across my room, and launched himself into my bed as usual! ~Steve M., Neosho, MO Growing up, my family had two hamsters. One day, they both got loose and went missing. After searching everywhere, we finally found one, but the other seemed to have vanished. The next day, my mom hollered for me to “come here and look at this!” She had found the hamster, but something was obviously wrong with it. His head was terribly swollen, larger than the rest of his body. I caught him and put him back in his cage. We weren’t sure he was going to make it. As we watched him, the hamster began wiggling around. One by one, nuts and seeds started to pop out of his mouth. Pretty soon, there was a HUGE pile of food. During his escape adventures, the hamster had found the container of food we kept and packed his cheeks full. Back in his cage, he emptied them out and his head was right back to regular size! ~Wade G., Mountain View, MO I have had miniature and toy poodles most of my life, and one of the most memorable was a miniature poodle named Trixie. She was tiny and very timid but she loved me. She could do several tricks, and most were legitimate, but her most practiced was her “trick” of ZOOMING under my bed to hide if something scared her. Living in the Ozarks, my family spent a lot of time at the river in the summers. I would take Trixie with me, but she hated the water. One day while swimming, I called Trixie to see if she would come out to me in the water. Desperate to get to me, she jumped in the water she hated so much, swam out to me, and even rode on my shoulders for a while until I took her back to the shore! ~Kellanie M., Bartlesville, OK
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