Animal House

Pets make me smile. They are so goofy, I can’t help but love ’em.

Ace and Junior–The Greeters. This is what I see when I look out the van window. “We are so glad you are home! Pet us.”

 

Nikki, My Stalker Kitty

Please ignore anything you might see under my daughter’s bed. Nikki is guarding the dust bunnies. Nikki is my stalker kitty. She was taking a break from her stalking duties, under my daughter’s bed. She is a brave cat.

 

Joe, the 'fraidy cat

Joe is very sweet, but very skittish. He doesn’t want any funny business going on. He’s 13 so he’s allowed to lay under the bed if he so chooses. When I’m old, if I choose to lay under my bed, then let me. Just sayin’.

 

Shamus, the kitty

Shamus is the youngest of the “crew”. He is either fearless or has no sense, we’re still not sure. Please ignore Junior sniffing Shamus’ backside. Animals do not understand social etiquette….especially while getting their pictures taken. Sigh.

 

Shamus and Salem-- Outdoor porch guards

Salem is the queen. She is beautiful. She puts up with nothing. Don’t mess with her. She has claws and is not afraid to use them.

 

Lonnie, Terrier Extraordinaire

Lonnie is the newest member of the family. My son got him from the local humane society. He is the sweetest guy, I just love him…even though I’ve nicknamed him “The Furinator.”

 

Jazz

This is a picture I took of Jazz during our last snow. I took the picture through the living room window…where it was warm.

 

Llama Love

These are not my llamas, but I love them anyway. The neighbor across the road owns the llamas. I just get to watch them. I can’t wait for all the babies that will appear this Spring!

Puppy Dog Eyes

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Image by labanex via Flickr

The other day I pulled into the driveway and all the outside cats and dogs came running. It was cute. The thought crossed my mind, that it was comforting to have the family pets so happy to see me. For all their barking and climbing, meowing, and goofiness….dumped bowls of food on the deck,  AND disappearing food bowls….. I love them.

The other day I took my son to the local Humane Society to pick up his new friend. I had been planning on getting him his own dog for some time. Well, really ever since our other dog, Buster, died several years ago. There was a doggie sized hole in our heart that needed to be filled. So, we decided that going to the Humane Society would be a good way to find a dog that needed a home as much as we needed a dog. (A shameless plug for the local humane societies. There is a lot of love there, just waiting to be taken home.)  We researched the dogs online. We went there on Thursday. The people at the shelter were so kind and helpful. As we looked at dogs, my heart melted at least a million times. I wanted to take them all home. Alas, that wasn’t going to be able to happen….so we chose.

His name is Lonnie. He is a 5 year old, terrier mix. Obviously, at some point this dog had been crate trained.  He loves to take a bath, does well on a leash, and is a good “cuddler”.  He might not be the perfect dog—but, he is the perfect dog for us.

Pet ownership is a beautiful thing.