Here’s our fur balls, sharing a spot of sunlight on the floor. Can they get any closer? From left to right:
Harley Girl – Mix Breed or who I call a Mississippi Mutt because that’s where we found her; outside a Mississippi Flea Market wandering around using only three legs since the one back leg had been broken. She played hide and seek with us as we walked into the market, the Wife gave me the “OOOOH JUUUDE!” and so I promised her that if the dog was still outside the market after we got done shopping, we would try to get close to her. Well, let me tell you how many times I walked up and down those isles because I was afraid to go out. Finally, the Wife caught on to my scheme and said let’s go. We walked out and there was Harley in the middle of a field we had to walk by, she was rolling on her back kicking her legs up in the air. I was able to get close by using my skillful doggie whisperer voice and she ended up coming home with us. We had her checked out, debugged and she’s been the absolute best dog in the world. Harley is my pal and shadow. She takes as many hugs and kisses as I can give her and she loves her belly rubbed; just like me.
Ziggy – Miniature Pincher. We just got him up a little over 3 months ago from a local Humane Society. He’s a year old and had been either crated or caged that whole time. He’s had some history of getting beaten but he’s slowly getting over that now and he’s fitting into the family quite well. He has the run of the house for the most part and he loves to go for rides in the SUV with his big sister. He still only sits when he wants to sit and he can drag the Wife down the road when she walks him. His little pea brain head fits right into my hand like a softball and he loves taking the Wife’s flip flops and making them into mince meat. He’s a cool little dude.
Mikey – Cat. Rescued. I call him Tuna Hole.
Not in picture because he would be dead is Buddy the parakeet. He loves going outside during the day in his cage and tweets with his wild friends. Not much of a singer inside the house unless I’m playing Green Day and then he doesn’t shut up.
That’s the pet clan. Every morning when I wake up I have Mikey on one side of my ankles, Harley on the other side against me in the crook of my knees and Ziggy smacked up in the small of my back. I am their personal heating pad. I look over to the Wife and she’s got over half of the bed and is free to turn, flip and move to her heart’s content. I’m not sure who the lucky one is but then, I’m not complaining either.