I've got a bunch of cuties that I call my own. Even though some of them live in different places, they used to all live with me before my mother died and were relocated to family members. I still love them and visit with them all the time though!
Jesse, a Jack Russel Terrier. She lives with my father and is getting pretty old. She's exceptionally relaxed and chill for such a hyperactive breed.
Jake, my Shetland Sheepdog. He's a real adorable pup, this one. He lives with my Uncle and doesn't exactly know how to dog that well. Besides not being able to do the most basic of tasks (like simple commands) he also reversed the role of water and food. So he won't touch a full bowl of chow but goes ape**** when someone gives him water. I guess that's pretty exciting for him though, seeing as food periodically falls from the sky.
Tucker, a black Australian Shepard mix. This is my boyfriend's dog, but mine all the same. He's really big, dopey, and I'm sure hungry.
Boots, the patriarch cat of the house. He's an old Norwegian Forest cat and keeps all the other cats in line. A noble, handsome cat indeed.
Ophelia, a young, long haired black cat and resident female. She's so skittish and intensely frightened by anything new or anything that moves, or anything ever. We often pretend that her life is Dead Space. Yes, Ophelia like from Hamlet.
And finally, Elijah, the baby of the group. Elijah was rescued after his litter mates and their mother were found frozen to death. It was touch and go, but he made a full recovery!
