Home
About Us
Articles
How do
you do a....?
1994 and moved to Florida later that year to escape the snow and cold.
That was the last time that I saw snow until January 2002 when I took my
fiance Lydia (now my wife) to visit Erie, Pa., my hometown. She grew up
in Puerto Rico and had never seen snow before. She really liked it except
when she got snow down her coat when we were tubing at Peak N Peak.
Don't get me wrong, I like snow.....but only for four or five weeks around
the holidays, then I want it to be summer again.
I was adopted by a dog at the beginning of my senior year of vet school.
She had been injured somehow and was brought to the veterinary hospital
for treatment by the ASPCA, and I volunteered to be the student on her
case. She was the gentlest, sweetest dog, even when I had to change her
bandages (which really hurt). She would howl and carry on every time I
would leave the ward after treating her. I didn't really want a dog at that
time because I was so busy with school. But, I couldn't let her go and
allowed myself to be adopted. Her name is Nikki and she's been featured
in several of my articles.
We also have a one and a half year old Yapshire, I mean Yorkshire
Terrier named Scarlett (yes, from Gone With the Wind). She came from
Puerto Rico, so she can yap in both english and spanish. She weighs only
five pounds but, like a true Yorkie, she thinks she is a big dog! Her
favorite pastimes are to chase the cats around the house and bite at
Nikki's feet everytime I let them outside.
We also have two cats, Slash, a gray and black tiger stripe with an
attitude, and Gandalf, a gray and white DSH that likes to pounce on Slash
and put Scarlett into a bearhug until she yips. Slash was adopted from an
animal shelter in 1996, when he was only 6 weeks old. Gandalf was left
in a carrier outside of the animal hospital where I work. The receptionist
spotted the carrier in the bushes and found him inside. He was only a few
weeks old and had a severe injury. My wife fell in love with him the
weekend I took him home to treat him and we've had him ever since.
Oh, and I can't forget to mention Peeps, a little morning dove that fell out
of his nest when he was only a few weeks old, back in 1996. He survived
and came to live with me and hangs out in my kitchen spreading feathers
everywhere and teasing the cats.
