Oh. My. God. WHATCUTEFUGGINDOGGO!!!111
I’m loving this thread already.
Another member of the menagerie. This is Truman, of the Permanent Grumpy Face clan. Few people enjoy less things than Truman.
You’ve all seen my avatar … Vine, AKA “Miss Finicky Butt” (and sometimes Tinkerbell, 'cuz it fits her personality). Guess her eating habits?? She’s my quilting buddy and sometimes needs a “quilting fix”. Like any cat - she will seek out and lie upon any scrap of fabric on the floor. Being slightly long-haired, she has a definite preference for dark fabrics!
This guy, on the other hand, is Mouschi - AKA “Fat Boy”. Dark fur makes him less than photogenic, but as soon as we put this goody on the desk, he jumped up and lay down next to it. He mewled something like, "Hey - who you calling “Pussy”?
I’d probably feel the same way if someone made me wear a Christmas tie … But he sure is patient to be willing to wear it.
Arrggghhh…some pesky types-a-lot beat me to it!
This is Claus pronounced CLAWS. She is a naturally stand offish and prefers to hide under fabric rather than lay on top of it. If you notice a bump under the covers of a fleshly made bed, odds are Claus is the bump. If your in her good graces, she will let you play with her, but she likes to play rough, thus the name.
This is Dusty, she is a mouthy BITCH. She has a full range of vocalizations that you get to understand after a while. She has affection for men first, no matter how much love a female gives her, as soon as a guy walks in the room it is like no one else is in the room.
This is our much loved Bullmastiff Abbey. We actually had to euthanize her this week (Tuesday 5/22) to take away her pain and rapid degradation due to hip dysplasia and failing kidney function. She was a wonderful family member for 11.5 years.
Other than that, we have two Pugs whose pics. I will post eventually.
Aww, man, sorry for your loss. Mastiffs can be such sweethearts!
More pictures here…
This is Hamlet, Sir Hamzelot, Hammie, Sammich, Ham Sandwich, Hambo, Bubbies, or Meowser. He is 14 now and still acts like a crazy 3 year old cat.
that’s a live edge cat
It’s his favorite place in the house. That is where he goes when we get home for his pets.
These ladies came to us with less than inspiring names, so I challenged family and friends on Facebook to Name Those Piggies, a game that played out over a couple of days. My late husband was quiet on the subject. Then finally he replied with not a word, only this video.
And so, our ladies are named for the two rock goddesses who made Robert Plant cry.
Boss lady aka Lily. One of the few Chihuahuas I’ve ever met that isn’t 50% tremble/hate and 100% yappy. She just wants to cuddle and sleep. Last pic is her high as a kite after surgery
Mr Hyde, aka M.Hyde, Esq. Literally followed me home 11 years ago when I was paying rent one night and has been mooching ever since.
That SQL isn’t fixing itself, Fleabag
A former co-worker’s cat that I adopted when she learned that her young child was badly allergic to cats. She named him Uryu, not that he responds to much more than rustling noises and opening the pantry door.
Lily, the sad hound. Adopted her about a year ago - she looked like death at the time, but with sensible care and living indoors she’s looking healthy.
If it fits, Lily sits.
That’s sure enough a sad looking hound.