So the mom here. Peanut while not a Peanut anymore was one when he first came to live with us. Our other dog had died and we were in Germany. In Germany the humane societies and the rescues where we were would not let Americans adopt out pets because they have so many that are turned back into them when the military member gets orders. It is a sad fact but true that many military members get a pet at one post and then get rid of it before they move and then just get another one at the next post. So anyway, I was looking for a dog. I saw boxers advertised in the stars and stripes and so did a little research and decided that would be a good dog for us. Called up the "breeder" and they brought some puppies to where we were stationed. We went and picked out Peanut. Well his girl actually picked him out from 4 others. We took him home and when Dad came home I went to get some doggie supplies I had forgotten. When I got back the kids and Dad had named him Peanut. He was a Peanut to. At almost 11 weeks he was only 8 lbs. Poor Peanut was full of worms and had demodex mange. We really didn't know about backyard breeders then (yes they have them all over the world) or we wouldn't have gotten Peanut. Now we know better and it won't happen again. Peanut has many names. Peanut Butter, The nutter, Nut Nut, Doofus, and some I can't write on this blog.
Raven we also got in Germany from a friend of mine who's cat had kittens. She's black and that's why I named her Raven like the bird. Raven doesn't get called much besides Raven. Though she does have a middle name of Louise.
Flash was named by the boy (Peanut here, see the fuzzy picture of my boy. He's a cute kid I love him). Okay mom again. Flash was a rescue pup. We got him at 8 weeks old after the people who had his mother dropped him off alone when he was only 6 weeks. He was a little bundle of fur and oh so cute. Though he had scarcoptic mange. I think I have a handle on mange now if anyone ever needs advice. Well he was running around in the backyard with the kids and Peanut and the boy said he runs faster then me just like The Flash from the Justice league. So Flash was named. Flash has several names he goes by also. Flashtastic. The Flash a ronis. Flashbulb, Flashlight and whatever else goes well with Flash.
Shelby was named Shelby when we rescued him from people who didn't want him anymore. Shelby is called The Fat man, Fatus and sometimes The fixer upper since he cost us $300 to get him healthy once he came home. Urinary tract infection.
We also have the turtles
This is Clyde. It isn't the best picture. She is a central American wood turtle. We got her and the other turtle from a lady down the street who thought they were moving. She had some funny name when we got her and the kids wanted to change it. She lived in a 10 gallon aquarium at her other house. Since the Dad had never really been able to name something he decided she would be named Clyde. We didn't know she was a girl at the time or it might be something different. Clyde is a pretty amazing turtle. She knows her name and will come out of hiding and look at you when you call her. Plus if you are talking to her she will just stare until you quit. Clyde lives on the kitchen counter. In the box pictured below as she is a land turtle. She does have a kitty litter box for water.
This is Drexler. He is a red eared slider. When the dad named Clyde I thought I would be terribly clever and name the other turtle Drexler. Now no one I've met seems to understand this except my parents. But I will explain it all to you. Clyde Drexler was a basketball player (and a very very good one) while I was growing up. He played for the Portland Trailblazers and being as how The Dad and I grew up in Oregon it makes sense. Drexler came in a tiny 20 gallon aquarium but now lives in a 100 gallon stock tank in the dining room. So that is the stories behind all the names. This post is really long so I hope all read it all. Peanut will be back tomorrow.