Our pets' stories
Through our lifetime, we come to build a relationship with animals and never really stop to think of them as a being with their own story.
This Fine Art series is an ongoing series that gives an insight into the world of our pets and how they came to be or where they came from.
She is called Roxy
Roxy is wild. Plain and simple. She grew bigger than normal Chocolate Labs, and this she was not aware of. Her joy is found in the forests of the old Appalachian Mountains where she had access to every and any stick. She loved everyone, but knew she was the leader. Nothing could destroy her confidence.
Her name was Lacy
a.k.a Lacy Girl
She was a rescue and her past was a mystery. Her trust had been broken leaving her afraid and wary of humans. When she first came home, we could tell from the start she did not like women, but over time she began to understand that we only loved her and we could forgive her for her bad days. Her teeth may have hurt but forgiveness showed her she had nothing to be afraid of. Also bacon...
He was known as Lucky
They called him Lucky because he was lucky to be alive. Living in the mountains was dangerous for humans and animals. He came with an unknown past, running from someone. His hatred for men was not subtle, but over time he grew mentally and physically. Lucky found his enjoyment on boats and in the water, but as his owner found out, just because you are small and round does not mean you can float. He lived to embarrass his owner when he got the chance, but also made sure she was well protected.
Old Girl Paisley
Given to her owner on the promise of being returned, she ended up staying. She was bred to hunt and to fight and is not afraid to take on the Black Bears of the mountains. The sweetest beagle anyone could have, she knows humans are the ones in charge. Her passive nature was not always present though. Dogs have their own social order and she was reminded of her place quickly with a broken back leg. This did not stop her from her joy of sniffing out deer and chasing away the mountain monsters. Now baring a battle wound and being old, she spends her days sleeping making sure anyone and everyone can hear her snores.
Simon is his name
Simon came from a shelter. Small and thin, he grew into a fluffy dog with unusual lips. This though gave him a smile that no other dog could possess. He enjoys ripping things apart and having his butt scratched. His fear of car rides came with him from his past and like most dogs loves to be dirty and stay dirty. His owner believes him to be an old man trapped in a dog's body.
Lulu the Wild Cat
Lulu was brought home to my sister and me as a kitten. We vowed to make her stay indoors, but soon realized she was born to be wild. Out of all the barn cats that would come and go, she remained and still remains. She loves her owners so much she bestowed upon them with many gifts. When her mother days came, she tried her best in passing her lessons down. Now she is in her elder years living in the city. City life is no different from living in the Mountains, but in a way, I feel she misses those wild woods just as much as I do.
Rocky the Fighter
Rocky, the daughter of Lulu, grew up in the forests of the Appalachian Mountains as well. She is not much of a fighter, but more of a survivor. Some days I would wonder where she went off to and as nights passed, I would hope that she was okay. She always returned and I always breathed a sigh of relief. Now she lives peacefully with my grandmother, keeping watch and company for me. I sometimes feel she prefers the indoor life to the woods. She was the sweetest cat anyone could have owned.