Stubby
I first laid eyes on Stubby at a flea market in 1997, a few months after my dad died, the weather had done turned cool and I was wearing a jacket at the time. My daughter Lindsey and I were walking by this cage and we heard this awful sound, it was Stubby. As soon as we walked up to where he was, he had started screaming at us, and climbing up the side of the cage. I went over to him and opened the cage door, and just leaped into my lap, and crawled up my coat sleeve. I wanted him right then and there, but my husband said no. My daughter and I both begged and begged him to let us have Stubby. Finally, he gave in and told us if we had the 10 dollars to pay for him, we could get him. We rushed back and got him. He rode in my coat sleeve all the way home. We named him Stubby because he had a stubby tail.