A celebration of family pets.

[Terry McDougal]

Originally Posted by Bin Hire

I'm interested.
Why did you call your dog Byron?

Well, not many people probably know but, the middle name of the famous poet, Lord Byron, who wrote such famous poems as 'She Walks in Beauty' was Gordon. When I got Sausage (my dog, remember) I intended to call him Gordon but I discovered that my brother had a cat named Gordon.
I do like to be original.
Then I remembered George Gordon Byron. It was a toss up between George and Byron. The only fair way was to decide with the toss of a coin, heads for George and tails for Byron. Tails it was.

Ah Sausage, you
Walk in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies.

[Bin Hire]

I liked that story Terry.
Sausage sounds like a special dog. Makes me wish I had a pet. When I was young we had a few chickens. The trouble with choosing a pet is that you don't want one you might finish up eating. I got quite attached to those chickens but my family and I ate them in the end. I think that's why I've never had a pet since.

[Terry McDougal]

While I don't relish the thought of eating Sausage (the dog, not the thing you eat with chips), who knows what would go through my mind, say after some huge disaster, if I hadn't eaten for a month?

[Thomas Erickson]

When I was in Korea I would get sausages that I wasn't sure what meat they were; tasted great with the local relish though. Seems like we've been here before.

[Terry McDougal]

Well Thomas, it looks like you and I are the only two people around here with pets. Can your dogs do tricks? Sausage once found my prize bass bow and carried it through the house like a bone. Fortunately he didn't whack it against any doors! He was trimmer, and quite a bit faster, then. It took a bit of effort to catch up with him.

[Bin Hire]

Originally Posted by Terry McDougal

Well Thomas, it looks like you and I are the only two people around here with pets.

I've just bought a goldfish. I've decided to call him Falah, after my father.
I've bought a bowl for him to live in. He seems happy and looks at me quite frequently.
I feed him food from a packet.
When he looks at me I wonder if he thinks I am Allah?