My name is Grace. I was found roaming
in the church yard after a worship service in January 2013 by a sweet member of
our choir, Kaye, who became my godmother. Kaye took me around the
neighborhood asked if anyone knew who I belonged to or where I came from, but
no one did. Since no one claimed me, she took me back to church. That’s
when my mommy and daddy walked out of church. When Mommy saw me she let
out a shriek of joy, and asked if she could hold me. I snuggled in her arms and
gave her kisses while Kaye told her my story and asked if she and Daddy wanted
to keep me. Mommy and I looked at Daddy with pleading eyes and there was
nothing he could do. Daddy said they would adopt me, but I needed to stay
with my godmother for a few days so they could get the house ready for me and
make sure no one else was missing me.
I enjoyed spending time with my godmother Kaye and great
godmother Katherine. They took really good care of me. They gave me a soft bed
to lie in, a pretty red collar, and toys to play with. After my visit
there was over, I went home with my parents.
Mommy named me Grace because the grace of God brought us
together and Marie because that’s her middle name. I go to work at
Franklin Presbyterian with my daddy every day. Besides home, church is my
favorite place to be! One of the people I love the most, Isa (other people call
her Lou), is there. She gives me lots of attention and treats. She even lets me
lay on the couch in her office!
That’s not the only reason I love church though; I also get
to hang out with my daddy. I follow him up and down the stairs. I run around in
Brenner Hall and eat the crumbs people dropped during Brenner Time. I am even
allowed in the sanctuary, where I watch Daddy put up the numbers for the hymns. Sometimes I sit by the pulpit, and
sometimes I’ll get up on a pew.
People come to church just to see me. They pat my head, rub
my belly, and give me yummy things to eat. Being the FPC church puppy is
the best! When I am not at church I enjoy going for long walks, playing with
squeaky toys, spending time with my brother, Bo the cat, snuggling with my
family, and stealing my daddy’s side of the bed.
General "Bo" Matteson: Owners Benjamin & Tiffany Matteson
My name in General Bo
Matteson, but my family calls me Bo-man and sometimes my mom calls me Bo-Bo
(which my dad doesn’t like, but I don’t mind). My previous owners abandoned me
at a feral cat colony in 2012 when I was only one year old. It was very scary
and I did not like being outside. Luckily, a nice lady named Nita Bradshaw
started taking care of me. She took me to the vet and told her friends about
me. One of her friends, Terry Rose, told my mommy and daddy about me and the
rest is history. I love my family so much! I like to watch my daddy when he is
cooking dinner. I get really excited when he makes chicken or turkey because I
usually get some. Snuggling with my mommy is another favorite activity. She has
the comfiest lap and always tells me how handsome I am. My sister, Grace, likes
to chase me sometimes, but she will also cuddle with me when she is tired, even
though she is a dog I love her. One thing I really take pride in is that I am a
great watchcat. I look out the widow and watch everything that goes on in our
neighborhood. I see every person, car, and animal that comes down our road. I
like watching the birds the most. I spend a lot of time talking to my parents
and try to give them a full report of my sightings. I also enjoy it when my mom gives me catnip
and plays with me. We play with a ribbon and I jump up in the air to grab it. Sometimes,
I get a little feisty and play attack my people just to remind them I am
Cooper Ventura: Owners Ron & Pastor Lou Ventura
My name is
Cooper Ventura, and my parents are Ron and Pastor Lou Ventura. Sometimes they
call me Coop LaLoosh, or Super Duper Cooper Pooper, or just Pooper. That
nickname happened when I came to the family when I was about six months old,
back in 2005: my human cousin Duncan was only two and couldn’t say his Cs! Mommy
will call me and Logan her “Best In Show” puppies—I like that. I’m named after
CNN’s Anderson Cooper, who seems like a really cool guy. When I got home for
the first time, I found out I was the only dog among FOUR CATS! But we
tolerated each other, and now even though I’m almost 11 years old, I still
prance like a puppy! I really like the noise it makes when I thump my tail when
I see my mom or dad. I hate water, so I won’t go outside when it’s raining, and
that pool in the backyard is just ridiculous—nobody needs that much water.
Grace the church puppy comes to visit sometimes, and she’s okay, for a girl.
Cooper was hit and killed by a car on 11/14/2016.
Logan Ventura: Owners Ron & Pastor Lou Ventura
Hey! My name
is Logan Ventura, and my parents are Ron and Pastor Lou Ventura too! I’m named
after Mike Logan, a character on the “Law and Order” TV series, but sometimes
mom and dad call me Logie or Pup-Pup. Mommy and daddy tell me I’m a big baby,
but I don’t feel very big. I’m not sure why I won’t fit in spaces I used to
could when I got here when I was 12 weeks old in 2007…you know, like behind the
toilet where it’s cool and dark, or in mommy’s lap, or on the bed. I really miss getting on the bed and
sleeping with mommy and daddy—I’m not really sure why they stopped letting me.
Okay, anyway, I don’t really mind the water, or the rain, but when Cooper
doesn’t go out in it I don’t want to either. Just because. I do like to go out
to the creek and roll around in that water, but it seems like every time I do
daddy gets mad and kennels me up in the kitchen. I used to go in the pool, but
not much anymore, just because it’s more fun to sit on the deck and snap at
flies. I like Grace too, but Bella the cat, she kinda scares me.
Bella Ventura: Owners Ron and Pastor Lou Ventura
name is Bella, and I run the Ventura household—don’t let those dogs tell you
any differently. I got here when I was less than 10 weeks old; a nice lady
found me on the side of the road in Boykins, and later that day my mommy picked
me up and took me home. I don’t think my daddy was expecting me, because he
looked really mad at first, but I had him wrapped around my paw in two minutes
flat. It was just too easy. That was back in December 2003; these days I keep
Cooper and Logan in check (what’s really funny is how they get stock-still when
I sit next to them—they’re scared to move! What a hoot!) and sleep curled up on
my king-sized bed (mommy and daddy think it’s theirs, but I have news for
them). The best place for a great nap, though, is in my daddy’s lap. I like to
stretch out there and put my face in his hand. Well, gotta go—it’s naptime, and
I’ve only gotten 20 hours’ of beauty sleep so far today.
Holly Jolly Christie: Owners Vivian & Harry Christie
name is Holly Jolly Christie. My humans
are Vivian and Harry Christie. I came to
live with them on 12-12-12 at noon, and I was 12 weeks old. My life is filled with lots of love. I love to snuggle with Viv and run with Lucy,
my sister dog. I, also, love to chase
and sit on Max, my brother cat. This
doesn’t make my humans happy. I love to
ride and go camping. I love to play in
my yard and play with my many, many toys. Barking is a favorite hobby too.
Lucy Christie: Owners Vivian & Harry Christie
My name is Lucy Christie.
My humans are Vivian and Harry Christie.
I came to live with them on 2-1-15, the day my Harry retired. I came from a rescue group in North Carolina,
and we think I was about 1-2 years old at that time. We think I am part border
collie. For sure, I have never met a stranger. I have
great fun running and running in our back yard.
I love playing with Holly, my sister dog. My favorite toy is a stuffed green snake that
makes great noise. I love to go camping
and digging at the beach too.
MY FOREVER PET
“There’s something missing in my home,
I feel it day and night,
I know it will take time and strength
Before things feel quite right.
But just for now, I need to mourn,
My heart—it needs to mend.
Though some may say it’s ‘just a pet’
I know I’ve lost a friend.
You’ve brought such laughter to my
and richness to my days…
A constant friend through joy or loss,
With gentle loving ways.
Companion, pal, and confidante,
A friend I won’t forget,
You’ll live for always in my heart,
My sweet forever pet…”
In Loving Memory of Abby Weaver,
beloved pet of Kaye and Katherine Weaver.