So can you tell I got a crazy new digital camera for Christmas? Time to share pet pictures. I’m sure we do this often, but who cares? They are our baaaabies. Hubby and I are childless by choice and have these critters (all rescues) instead. Why, yes, they are spoiled, why do you ask?
That picture of Annie and Allie made me laugh. I don’t have any pets, but my neighbors recently got some new puppies. Here’s the neighbor kid holding the smallest puppy.
Pokey the turtle. A little over a year old, was a pet that was abandoned to a friend that has, among other pets, 10 cats, three fish tanks, a dog, etc… They knew I lived alone and asked if I’d like a pet. I love the little guy, he’s definitely got a personality.
Named by my mom’s 2nd grade reading class (I had no huge care one way or the other on the name, my mom had called around when I got him and she suggested that the kids name it). Thank Og that was the winning name, the runners up were Mermaid and Sparkles.
Stiggs, His Imperial Fluffiness, on the other hand, laughs at all weather except raging heat. He’s our old man, he’s twelve and I hope he’s getting more fond of being alap cat. He’s very independent and rules the immediate neighborhood, regulating on all the other cats who defer to him absolutely.
Widget is now senior dog since SpaceDawg died this summer. He’s aborder collie cross and true to his heritage he herds things–mostly cats. He, along with my daughter’s dog who comes from the same rescue, form the core nucleus of the Black Dog Brigade. He’s an extremely intelligent dog who, had he thumbs, would probably be able to conquer the world if only he could escape his own angst.
Newest addition to the family is Bear, a lab/husky mix who’s about a year old. We adopted him from a nice young couple who got him from the Humane Society, thinking he’d be a good candidate tolive in an apartment with no fenced yard. He does have lovely house manners (aside from thinking of cat food and the garbage can as a smorgasbord) but his energy level is such that he really needs room to run and a buddy to wrestle with to keep him from going bonkers. His nickname is “The Enthusiast,” because he’s so wholeheartedly into any fun thing anyone else is up to–sometimes this gets him in conflict with the other critters, though.
Please think good thoughts for her. She’s 13 and it appears she’s going into heart failure. The last 4-5 days have not been great ones. We hope the vet can work out some meds to help her for awhile, but if not …