Merle was our iguana from about 1997 to December 1998. Yes, he was named for his resemblance to a famous country singer. He was a good sport, never did he bite. We thought we had his environment right, only to discover that he didn't get enough light to help him create enough calcium.
Early was our first bird as a pet - a little Lutino Cockatiel. We got him from a pet store in Conyers in 1999. Thing was, Diane loved Donna's bird Buzzard and wanted one of her own that could talk. Well, I've got this recording studio, so a talking (screaming) bird was not what I wanted. So we compromised and got a semi quiet, whistling bird.
Early was even tempered, loved to be held, and didn't mind it when mommy dressed him up and made him do embarrassing things like put on a tiny sombrero or ride bareback on her albino pheasant's back. He died suddenly in August 2001 from metal toxicity.
We got Napoleon at the same time we got Tater, our cockatoo. 'Po was David's bird, and Tater was Diane's bird. Then we got Buzzard and Sam and Wink, and all the new bird human relationships began to develop.
The first jealousy was with Sam, who bit poor Po on the leg and caused him to limp from then on. After Sam flew off, Buzzard began picking on Po and one day we found him on the floor with two bite marks, one on each side of his head. We hoped he would recover, but the damage was too severe.
We got our African Grey, Sam, from Tommy and Donna. It immediately claimed David as his "big bird." He could mimic any sound with uncanny accuracy. One of the first things he learned how to do was to say the word "David" in Diane's voice, soft and low. Creepy.
He was David's morning buddy, watching him shave in the bathroom and walking over from his room to wherever David was to be with him.
David had him outside one day on the top of a step ladder thinking that his clipped wings were still short enough to prevent him from flying away. He was wrong. Sam flew off into the woods and we never saw him again.
My dog Shadow and Diane's dog Roc got together and made four beautiful little puppies. Since he was the only male we gave him the playful name of Rocky II (pronounced Rocky Two - like the movie). Then we decided to keep him, so to avoid confusion with Rocky Sr. we shortened it to Two Boy, and then finally settled on TooBoy. He was a sweet dog, well mannered, and lived for love. He would stay with Diane and be her "protector" while Roc and I went downstairs.
He was also a most destructive digger. He would dig holes in the back yard deep enough to fit his body. He was once accidentally locked in the bathroom and was able to claw and chew his way out through the door.
One day in July 2007, we were having some friends over and as happens sometimes, the dogs got out and went to the creek to get all wet and stinky. They both came back but they were too dirty to let them back in the house, so we made them wait outside. They both left again. Rock came back, but TooBoy never did. We think a nice family adopted him, but we sure do miss him.
Belle and Michelle
Belle (white) was our second pet rat, and, unfortunately, the first one to go. Diane wanted a companion for Michelle, and we picked Belle out from the feeder rats at Petland. She really liked Diane and would always hang on at the edge of the cage whenever she came in the house. She was always very active, but would stay still long enough for a kiss now and then. She developed large tumors all over her body and eventually they took her life. On her last day, she waited until Diane came home from work and had a chance to pick her up and play with her. Ten minutes after putting Belle back in the cage, she was gone.
Diane got Michelle (brown) at Petco. While there one day, an employee asked Diane to take the cute little rat home. To her surprise, Diane said she would. She named the rat after the employee, Michelle. Michelle and Belle would party all night after we went to bed, rattling their cage and squealing with delight. Like Belle, Michelle developed huge tumors that took her life. She lived much longer than is expected - almost by six months.
Roc (Roc E. Feller)
Diane got Roc as a 2-year old from a tech guy who did work for her company. Roc was very well trained with voice commands and hand gestures. His only vice was being a thief - anything left on the table was fair game.
He was very even tempered and made a great "studio" dog. Of all the dog pets we have ever owned, Roc was by far Diane's favorite.
In his final days, he was almost blind and barely able to walk.We scheduled a private euthanasia session at our home with the people from Sweet Dreams. They couldn't have been nicer. They listened to Diane's every story of Roc's life, and made sure she was prepared when they gently ended his life.
Timmy, Tommy and Lenny