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This is Jax - He started as my wife's dog with another dude, they broke up, and I entered the picture around age 3 or 4. He's around 9 now and has arthritis, so he's slowing down a bit. A total momma's boy - he borks at most men, and he's still not entirely comfortable with me. She got him DNA tested the past year - About half Australian cattle dog, 17 percent Chow Chow, 12 percent Pomeranian, 5 percent Chihuahua, and 4 percent Terrier. We now call him Mr. Chow Chow sometimes as a result.



When we did our drive from RI to TX and parked, he didn't realize we were now "home," and the next morning, he led us out to the garage and hopped up behind the wheel.



Total momma's boy.

 

This is Magnolia, aka Mags, aka Maggie Mae, aka The Divine Miss M, Mistress of All She Surveys. She's a Ragdoll kitty, sweet, loving, with an unerring eye for baskets of clean laundry. They make great beds to get long cat hair all over.

 

Sweet babies, all of them!

 

We’re lucky to have them, one and all.

 

Back when the dogs were young enough to get on the bed . . . clockwise from bottom: Dikusha, Vaska, Snezhok (Snowball), Borislavchik.

I used to name my pets after tennis players (Steffi, Boris, Venus, etc.). What the heck happened?

 

So, where is your bed?

 

Sleeping bag on the other side of the animals' bed.

 

She flosses well.

 

The cat, now 8. We've had her since the day she was born.
Our chimney had a loose piece of siding, and a pregnant feral cat found her way in there and had her kittens. Five in all. A day or two after they were born I was cutting grass near the chimney and saw a bunch of fur. I thought it was a dead animal, then saw it was bigger and multiple colors, and finally saw it move and realized it was mama and her kittens.
I left them alone for a couple of days hoping they'd move on, but when they didn't we put some food out and the mama took up residence in our carport. By the end of summer, we had given three of them away and another disappeared and was presumed dead. That left the mama and this one. Mama started to get mean, so we had to run her off (we did get her spayed before that), and let the little one come in the house as it turned colder. Eight years later, she's still here.