It’s hard to believe that, as much as I love being the mother of 4-legged kids, there was a long period in my life where I didn’t have any dogs. Before I left for San Jose State my boyfriend Dave and I had a Boxer-Pitbull mix named Eddie, plus a 1-year-old purebred Boxer pup named Clare. It wasn’t that heartbreaking to leave these dogs behind as they had never really felt like mine. This may have had to do with the fact that we were living in the house that Dave grew up in, where nothing really felt like mine. Also the fact that in my own upbringing, animals were just that, and not the family members they have come to be in my life. My subtle indifference toward Eddie and Clare helped make a very difficult move much more tolerable.
Apartment living was not conducive to pet ownership, at least in the places I would call home for the next nine years. The four years I lived in San Jose I don’t believe I had one dog encounter; no visits to friends’ homes where there might be a dog. There may have been a dog present at some point, but nothing stands out.
The same would hold true for my first couple of years in L.A. No dogs, but I did adopt a pair of kittens in early 1988 when I first moved into my one-bedroom apartment in Torrance. Pets have been a part of my life ever since.