10 BEST STAFF PETS
RANDOMLY COMPILED BY YES! STAFF
KOBE & STELLA — LAURIE POWELL, MARKETING EXECUTIVE
It’s all black and white with these two kiddos of mine. No gray area about their unwavering loyalty, love and protection of territory and myself. Whether its Stella awakening me with licks and head under my chin at the immediate sound of the alarm clock for a belly rub to start her day, or Kobe’s faithful white-streaked, black-spotted nose in stoic pose waiting for me to return home; These dogs aren’t just dogs, they’re my family and Kobe is my steady.
LEALAH — KATIE THOMPSON, ART DIRECTOR
My favorite pet is my mother’s dog, Lealah. She is a Chinese crested powder puff and she is spoiled rotten. She is a few years old and still gets rocked to sleep every night. Her favorite color is pink and she loves wearing her “doggles” on bike rides. She is so special to me and I have never met an animal with so much love to give.
OWEN — ALEX ELDRIDGE, GRAPHIC DESIGNER
My blue-eyed, Siamese-mix cat Owen is the most special pet I’ve ever had. My mom and I heard him crying in the woods as a small kitten about a year ago. He was covered in sticky pinesap and wanted nothing but to be held. To be so small, his purr was strong. As he’s grown, he’s become a master escape artist. About three months ago, I went to the basement to do laundry and left the basement door cracked. My sneaky kitty found an opportunity to do some searching. Some how he managed to get outside and roam the neighborhood. After a month of calling his name, trying to find him, thinking the worst, one night my mom heard a crying outside. She called for Owen and the cat meowed again. We went down to the outside, basement door, in which Owen had escaped and he was waiting there, crying and extremely skinny, but would not come in. My mom had me call him from the basement door upstairs. As soon as I called his name, he ran to me. As weak and hungry as he was, he managed a strong purr, like he did as a kitten. That is the only time we have ever had a pet come back that I can remember.
SWEETY — ERIC GUNSBURG, STAFF WRITER
We didn’t realize my sister had asthma and couldn’t take care of our bunny Sweety until after we had fallen in love and taken him home from the store. A brown mini-lop, this pudgy creature was my responsibility. In the winter we would move the cars out of the garage and let him explore between the sports and gardening equipment, where he hung out while I rode in circles on my Razor scooter listening to Blink 182 on my CD player.
LUNA — TRAVIS WAGEMAN, MARKETING EXECUTIVE
My favorite pet would have to be my girlfriend’s dog, Luna. She is 5-year-old Weimaraner and one of two dogs in our house. She’s not your typical rowdy and impatient type. Luna is the laziest, most chill dog I’ve ever had the pleasure of being around. She likes to lay around all day, take a dip in the lake and occasionally chase muskrats and roll in the nastiestsmelling thing her nose can find. Every time you approach her to dish out a pet or a rubdown, she flails on to her back so that you have no choice but to rub her belly. Worthless, but awesome.
TUCKER — KELSEY WOOLARD, MARKETING EXECUTIVE
My family got our first dog (a bassett hound) when I was in the 8th grade. We named him Tucker, which was my idea. He was such a great dog and a member of our family. He passed away last year after 10 great years of being such a huge part of our family. I am convinced that dogs were put on this Earth for one reason: to make people happy. Dogs are so loyal and they are always there for you to cheer you up. That’s why everyone loves dogs.
DOXIES — KAREN PHILLIPS, EDITORIAL INTERN
My husband and I have accumulated four dachshunds over the past seven years: Madison, the alpha and the smarty-pants; Parker, Maddie’s younger brother, the lover and the toy obsessed; Chandler, the gentle-giant and the independent; and Penelope, the fetcher and the submissive. Why dachshunds? I grew up with two and could never love another dog. They’re loyal, protective, intelligent and crafty. You’d be amazed what mischief they can get into lacking opposable thumbs. They love to burrow, are great cuddlers and give lots of kisses. If you’re considering a doxie, go for a longhaired one — they tend to be the friendlier and quieter types.
EVA — JUSTIN JACKSON, CREATIVE ASSISTANT
My favorite pet is my full-bred German Shepherd, Eva. She came to my wife and me as a rescue at 62 pounds, with only a third of her fur present. She had been living alone outdoor in a 5-by-7-foot barn stall and was very sheepish. She is now our furry 95-pound security system who spends all of her days indoors, aside from her walks. Intruders beware, unless you happen to have her tennis ball.
DELILAH — BRIAN CLAREY, EDITOR
When I was 15 I had a girlfriend, and that girlfriend wanted a cat. She had lost hers, and her birthday was coming up, so I had my mother bring me to an animal shelter and I got her one, a beautiful pewter kitten we named Jezebel. After spending a day with Jezebel, my parents decided that we need a cat for our house, too, so they went back the next day and brought home Delilah, a tiny tortoiseshell kitten who we all fell in love with immediately. The thing was, that cat hated me, a hatred that lasted her whole life. Even after I went away to college, upon my return for holidays Delilah would seek me out, stare at me and hiss. Pretty sure she peed on my pillow once, too.
FULL HOUSE — CHARLES WOMACK, PUBLISHER
My four pets — three dogs and a cat — are all special in their own way. But the closest to my heart are my old dog Bogey and my longtime cat, Lucky (male). Bogey looks like a fat sea otter and actually makes the same snorting sound as a pig. Her gradual weight gain and her lack of love for exercise has me wondering if she is evolving into a potbelly pig. Lucky is amazing. This cat, who must always be outside because my wife is allergic, traveled with us to Colorado about 10 years ago. For the first few months she stayed outside, until a co-worker asked me if I was crazy, as a cat makes a great meal for large birds of prey, mountain lions and other wildlife that frequented the town after dark. She survived to make it back to Greensboro. I’m convinced this cat has 18 lives.