I'm going to take advantage of a slow day at work to put some pictures up of our animals.
Finally there's Kitty. We've had her the longest, since 2001. Everyone kept saying she would grow, but she just never did. She's 7 pounds and used to do cute things like hide pens under the bath mats. Now she mostly just follows me around and tries to get as close as is physically possible to my face. She would prefer to have her nose up your nose or in your mouth (cue vomiting from all cat-hater-readers).
We'll do Norman first, our late Great Dane. We had to put him to sleep last summer because of some mental health issues (his, not ours). Norman was afraid of EVERYTHING - wind, bags, things in walkways that haven't been there for the past 3 years, noises of any sort, etc. Sad puppy. But he was adorable and sweet too. Anyway, here are some pictures:
The other doggy in that picture is Tugboat. We had her before Norman joined our family, and still do. She pretty much hates other dogs, but really loved Norman. We had to stop taking her to dog parks because she picked fights. At home she's very sweet and allows Jack to hang all over her giving her "hugs" and "petting" her. Jack thinks that Tug plays hide and seek also. Generally this involves him running out of the room and me putting Tug in a new place (the closet, other side of the bed, etc.) - then he runs back in and finds her and screams and she flinches and he laughs harder and the game starts again.
Tugboat loves to eat. She sits by Jack's highchair and eats his scraps, sits by Chuck when he's making his lunch in the hopes of getting a carrot, and has found that when I'm pregnant I'm constantly leaving food around the house (she loves me when I'm pregnant). Recently she's eaten an entire bread bowl from Panera, drank the remainder of the coffee in the coffee pot (she took it down from the counter and drank from the inside of it), and ate 3/4 of a family sized pizza from Papa Murphy's. If anyone's ever seen one of these pizzas they know that these are meant to feed the entire Brady Bunch, Alice included, with leftovers to spare. We got it as a special Super Bowl treat and planned on leftovers for the entire week. Tug had different plans. She pulled it down from the back of the stove and ate the entire thing - no trace of it left. And she didn't get sick.
Finally there's Kitty. We've had her the longest, since 2001. Everyone kept saying she would grow, but she just never did. She's 7 pounds and used to do cute things like hide pens under the bath mats. Now she mostly just follows me around and tries to get as close as is physically possible to my face. She would prefer to have her nose up your nose or in your mouth (cue vomiting from all cat-hater-readers).
We like them - they keep us on our toes, hiding our food and pens, and making sure Jack isn't pulling their whiskers out.
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