I am giggling and squeeing at all these wonderful pictures. I especially like the ones with their tongues hanging out. 
I love the flying doggie, too!
Seeing Bear and (is that Widget?) chasing that frisbee in the snow made me want a doggie SO BAD!
And Grace, that picture of Sasha is just screaming out for a lolcat caption! 
Here’s our beautiful Emma. No empty box goes unfilled by cat in our house!
Greyhounds! Your Tough looks like my old pup Apollo, right down to the scar across the nose. Apollo never smiled, though, he was a serious face.
Tough is a happy, happy guy. As far as he’s concerned, the world’s his oyster.
Emma’s soooo pretty!
Wash has made a couple of lolcat captions from Sasha pictures. The only one I could find was this one.
More pictures of doggies please. I want a puppy but my husband keeps saying no. 
Oh, such nice critters! I’m maxed out on room, or I would have lots more. Here is Sparky, my little Rat [del]terrorist[/del] terrier, Buffy, my [del] mop[/del] Yorkiepoo, and Missy, my [del]overlord[/del] Calico.
Tongues hanging out, you say? And LOLcatz?
Yeah, just watching Bear and Widget play is enough to make any sensible person tired–and the noise is ridiculous as well!
That is Clark, the friendliest black lab-based mutt you will ever meet. He is not technically my pet, as he belongs to my parents, but I’m babysitting him right now. I tried for about ten minutes today to get a decent picture of him in motion, but he’s pretty much got two modes: full speed or dead stop.
Marconi & Schmeese, are Annie and Allie Cavalier King Charles Spaniels, by any chance?
Our two are.
Actually, here’s Muffin– the cat is Morrigaine.
Buddy the World’s Friendliest Cat is my present pet – here he is making out with one of his two girlriends.
Well, since I just made a new album and transferred all my kitty pictures so that I could send it to the girl that gave us our new kitty the day after Thanksgiving to show her that Lucinda is happy and well… here ya go.
Here’s a picture of two of mine…they’re snugglers.
Here’s Alexi half-asleep.
This one is of Keiko (pronounced Kay - Ko). She’s 14 but acts like a puppy!
Here’s my parent’s cat, Toby, welcoming a guest
and my wee twins, Xander and Willow (Willow has the mustache) when we saw them in the shelter
Xander being a hambone
My sweet Oscarwho passed away this past August.
And my Agatha (Aggie) who is MUCH prettier than this picture but she gets fussy when the camera comes out. She’s also toothless up top due to some funky dental problem that the vet can’t figure out.
I got this great photo* of Phyllis (left) & Dottie (right) on our front deck a few days ago. My mom is actually standing to the right, calling to them, but they’re fixated on me. Profit! (If only it were much higher res, I’d submit it to the 365 Dogs a Year calendar contest. Phyllis actually made the 365 Puppies calendar several years ago.)
Usually taking their picture is an exercise in futility, as they’re either looking at the person who’s holding them still, or dancing around the photographer’s feet (usually me). Or they have to be asleep, as in the other photo in this album. 
*Obviously it’s the second photo in the slideshow (of 2 photos). I still haven’t got the hang of linking to photos at KodakGallery.
Eeeeeeekkie love! (Of course the female’s psychotic! :D)
Your Kitty is gorgeous!
I’ll be back with photos shortly.
Did some one say tongue?
Tasha.
Tasha, the blonde chow, is gone now, but Worf is still hanging in there - he’ll be 15 this coming year.
Bodie the Main Coon cat-
Make sure you read the pillow.
Here is Ms Bernestine, back when she had meat on her old bones. Thanks to thyroid problems and age it’s become a job keeping her up over 6 pounds. I adopted her when she was 6 weeks old, just a little ball of fluff. At the humane society my mom commented on how ugly Bernie was - this pitiful kitty with HUGE ears and funky markings. She was mine. She’ll be 19 in May (had to figure it out - I remember everything about when we adopted her, but not the year. If she’s not 18 already, then she’s 19 going on 20)
And here is her not-so-faithful sidekick Ms Cleopatra. Cleo joined the house a month before TheKid was born. She did not take kindly to being the second cat and since then has had an on/off relationship with Bernie, and, well, all of us. She is not a talker, rather she chirps. But give her a pony tail holder and she’s off and romping with scratchy meows! thrown in. She’s 16 now, and finally becoming more of a snuggler.
You would think after being together over 15 years they’d get along. Not so much. The only time they will be near each other is when sleeping on “The Blanket” or eating. The rest of the day is filled with the very sociable Bernie meowing, getting into trouble, helping me work by walking across the keyboard, curling up on my lap and Cleo looking at her with disdain.