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I just realized that I have not posted any pictures of my four-legged family in a while. So here we go to rectify that!
This is my boy - Lurch. He is the sweetest little man ever
This is Lurch with his monstrous sister, Pudge. Yeah she's not so pudgie now, but she was the biggest puppy in the litter when they were first born.
And this is their mama, Ebony. She's Queen Bitch of the house :)
And my Wednesday - yes I have a theme to my dogs...
Sir Snuffles - technically he's my Dad's dog, but he likes me better :)
This is our little old man, Casper. He turned 13 back in May. He was born into our family (we had both his parents) and he'll die here. He doesn't do much anymore except sleep and eat. He gets up twice a day to go outside and potty but other than that he's in the bedroom curled up on his blanket.
So there you have it. Those are the most recent pictures I have of them. They are my little monsters, my kids. They are treated WAY better than I ever remember us kids being treated. That's what us kids have always told Mama, that when we die we want our next life to be as a dog owned by one of her family. As I'm writing this Wednesday is curled up on the pillow next to me snoring. I tried locking her out of my room the other night and she got pissed off at me. Let me tell you, NEVER believe anyone who tells you that dogs don't remember things! My pugs do!! As soon as Wednesday was able to get back in the bedroom after I locked her out she went and peed on my comforter! Damn little mutt. She's becoming a vindictive little thing.
This is my boy - Lurch. He is the sweetest little man ever
This is Lurch with his monstrous sister, Pudge. Yeah she's not so pudgie now, but she was the biggest puppy in the litter when they were first born.
And this is their mama, Ebony. She's Queen Bitch of the house :)
And my Wednesday - yes I have a theme to my dogs...
Sir Snuffles - technically he's my Dad's dog, but he likes me better :)
This is our little old man, Casper. He turned 13 back in May. He was born into our family (we had both his parents) and he'll die here. He doesn't do much anymore except sleep and eat. He gets up twice a day to go outside and potty but other than that he's in the bedroom curled up on his blanket.
So there you have it. Those are the most recent pictures I have of them. They are my little monsters, my kids. They are treated WAY better than I ever remember us kids being treated. That's what us kids have always told Mama, that when we die we want our next life to be as a dog owned by one of her family. As I'm writing this Wednesday is curled up on the pillow next to me snoring. I tried locking her out of my room the other night and she got pissed off at me. Let me tell you, NEVER believe anyone who tells you that dogs don't remember things! My pugs do!! As soon as Wednesday was able to get back in the bedroom after I locked her out she went and peed on my comforter! Damn little mutt. She's becoming a vindictive little thing.