Tell us about your pet(s)?

Two doggies. A Maltese and a Doodle.

Before them, we had a Yorkie and before him, we had a Basset Hound.

Dog people all the way as we are all allergic to cats.

Two dogs they are rescues, brother and sister, nine years old. They are German Shepard and Black Lab mix. He weighs 92 pounds and she weighs 87. He has a “tummy clock” that tell him and us when dinner, snacks and “tooth cleaning chew” time is and he is usually with 5 minutes. She is the alarm system, she tells us before the security camera alerts to deliveries and people at the door. They both love to chase the rabbits and squirrels in our backyard. They usually leave the birds alone except the ravens.

Big floofy very loud herding dog. So much love! So much hair! So much noise! All accompanied by so much sweet, it balances out.

Big old black lab female, mini golden male. They run the place, not us.

The white mutt in the picture ( a rescue ) approximately eight years old. Been through two back leg surgeries and seems to be going through her second adolescence lately. The other one a stubborn White Westhighland Terrier (Westie) who is general CEO and we literally stand to attention when she enters. Her Westitude is second to none and she has us on our toes constantly. Both of them are a handful but we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Huh, it’s a dog thread.

I currently have just one dog, a black Labrador. He’s five years old, and his name is Wilson. Very easy to get along with. He likes everyone and everything (except for cats, scary dogs, and baths). Loves to play – would literally play for a solid three hours – and is chill around the house. He needs a lot of cuddles and gets complimented on his good looks. He’s not as “easy” as my first dog (who was a freaking saint), but can actually be trained to really high levels of responsiveness. The worst thing he does is try and eat things he finds outside, like bread people put out for birds. We’re working on that.

He’s very obviously happy most of the time, which is so much fun. This morning, he came and flopped in my arms like a giant puppy. Whenever he gets a meal, he grabs a toy and prances around with it in delight.

I think he’ll have a little sister within a year or two.

According to this book,

https://www.basicbooks.com/titles/rob-dunn/never-home-alone/9781541645745/

a lot of spiders.

We used to have one or more cats. I lived with cats all my life until just a few years ago. Some passed away gently, and some got terribly sick. After nursing the last one through a devastating illness we couldn’t beat, we just said it’s time to not do this for a while.

They nosiest dog in the world
What ever I’m doing he has to know about it and preferably put his lips on it.
Some boxer mix. Smart.

My cat Hank is extremely personable. He is big, beautiful, and very gray. He is six years old and he’s just my favorite thing. He still has the energy of a kitten, loves other cats and dogs and all people, especially men. He is vocal and hilarious and makes me laugh daily, except at 5 am when he’s loudly digging in his litter box or chewing on my ear, then I’m not laughing. He is also known as Plush Man or Menace Rodman, being as he’s a little bit of a menace. I love him.

One dog named Kevin and 5 chickens.

Meet Moka!

She’s a four-year-old Bernese Mountain Dog, weighs 100 pounds, but is still very much a puppy at heart. She loves being pet by strangers when we go out for walks, mostly ignoring other dogs.

@bob_ Please boop her snoot for me! I love love love Berners, if it weren’t for the giant poops I’d have one!

I have three cats. Two are brothers, born to a mother who was the cat at the muffler shop in the Bronx. They are 8. We got them when they were five weeks old.

Then there’s the third who is about 10. We got him a few years ago and he was 6 or 7 at that time, the vet said. I have it documented on Facebook, a photo taken when I found him, and the photo is dated. He was a stray who lived on the grounds of the school (big wooded property where I saw a coyote once). He’s a tough one. When I got him, I took him to the vet to be tested and vaccinated and the vet said he had already been fixed, so apparently someone owned him once and either he got lost or they took him to the woods and let him go. We saw him on the school grounds for about five years, so five years living in the cold and dealing with the elements and predators, he had to be tough.

In three tanks there are five guinea pigs, separated by gender. Three girls in one. One boy in another, Then another boy we took when a friend was going through marital problems at the same time she was having her house renovated, so to relieve some stress, she asked me to take the daughters’ two guinea pigs. That was in October, five months ago. One died. She never asked to have them back, and so we kept him. In a fourth tank, there’s a red eared slider turtle. In warmer weather, the turtle could be on the deck, in the tank. Right now it’s way too cold. The turtle has a filter and a heater.

In my daughter’s room, there’s a cockatiel. He has a big cage but he flies around freely in her room. She keeps the door shut, otherwise the cats might eat him.

We have three cats.

Felix, all white, male, about four years old, can be a real stinker, but was also my best helper when I was dealing with anxiety attacks a few years ago. Sleeps with us most nights, knocks things on the floor when he thinks we should be paying attention to his food bowl. Acquired as a kitten when he was almost hit by a car in front of our house. We live in a rural area and had no was of knowing where his 10 week old self had come from.

Doodle, grey/beige/black tabby, female, six years old. Has the power of sleepy waves. All she has to do is sit on or next to you and POOF! you have taken a two hour nap. Is not nice to her new sister, but generally nice to us. The only cat my husband has been unable to give a pill or liquid medication. Has nasal allergies, so we watch for flying snot when she’s around. When she plays, she makes a sound like she is distressed. The first couple of times it happened, we ran to find her. She was fine, just playing. Acquired from our local shelter. She had been there almost a year for no reason than anyone could figure out. All we can think is she was waiting for us.

Thistle, black with a small white splotch on her neck, two years old. She has been with us eight months, and has only been 100% integrated into the house for the last couple of months. It was the slowest introduction we’ve had. Her tendency to be skittish and two semi-territorial siblings made a slow entrance a better idea. She gets very lovey around 4AM, if she happens to be in our sleeping area. We are trying to train her to stay off the kitchen counters.

There have been many other cats in our lives, and we fiercely miss those who have passed.

@jca2 ”...born to a mother who was the cat at the muffler shop in the Bronx.” I don’t know why but that’s the funniest dang thing I’ve heard all year!

We had a kitten born at our mower shop, from Shop Kitty. We adopted that kitten. It was a male but OMG he swished and shashayed like May West. Sexiest cat in the world. So we named him Roxanne.