Today's blog hop asks: Other than your horse, what other pets do you have?
Answer: too many!
Or at least that's how it feels some days, even though we've significantly decreased the herd over the years.
|the whiny wiener|
I've had Oscar literally since before he was born. My roomie in college brought home a pregnant cat one night, and a couple weeks later she gave birth under S's bed. We found homes for all the kittens, but of course I had to keep one of them! The Puma Cat/Lord Fatimus/King of All Fat Cats/STOP MEOWING is eight years old now. He knows how to sit and stand up and beg on command, and his favorite thing is sleeping on my head....and puking on the floor.
|tiny little stripey kitten|
We got Stripes two and a half-ish years ago when Hubby and I were driving home from an evening canoeing on the river. Her and her brother were two teeny tiny kittens in the middle of the road, so of course we couldn't leave them there. We dove into the poison ivy, got bitten, and kept them for the night with the plan to take them to the SPCA the next day on our way out of state for vacation. The SPCA were kind of tools about it, and we ended up stuck with them. The male we re-homed in no time, but no one wanted Stripes so we kept her for ourselves. She's pretty much the perfect cat on the planet, and even Hubby is madly in love with her.
You guys know the puppies. This is Pig, whose actual name is Emily believe it or not. She's a five year old Heeler/Border Collie. She loves people, rolling in dead things, barking, balls, swimming, and going for boat rides. She does not like other dogs.
And, of course, Mags, who we just got a month ago, has already gained twenty pounds, and is now taller than Pig. ZOMG, STOP GROWING SO FAST.
|the black beast from hell. |
if only she really laid the most delicious food on earth.
Black Thunder is our four year old bun bun. We bought her as a baby from Tractor Supply and she was the devil. She would bite, lunge at you, and scratch you to a bloody pulp before pinning you to the ground and drinking your blood. Okay, that last bit might be a slight exaggeration, but she was so mean for the first year of her life. Then I wore her down with my die-hard logic of: Bunnies were put on this earth to snuggle. SO YOU WILL SNUGGLE ME. Now she lets me tote her around and deigns to be pet. She also loves chasing the kitties and biting the puppies when they get too annoying.