Apparently yesterday was National Pets Day, encouraging folks to adopt rather than shop for their companion animals. Got to say that pretty much every day is Pets Day around here. As you know I have adopted all my animals, usually snagging them before they've even made it to a shelter or rescue organization. I'm still sorry I missed out highlighting the furry freaks over here.
Anna almost never gets top billing. You'd never know that I actually have a weakness for the shy retiring ones. I did at least manage to tell her this week that I know that when she goes I will be devastated because she's got the gentle, constant presence thing going for her. I also love that she's got a mean side eye.
The dawg is..the dawg. I mean, really, what more to is there to say of him. He had a lapse in judgement this week but overall he's been, truly, a whole new level of awesome recently and I'm incredibly proud of him.
I fear that Elvis is...not incredibly bright. I sort of like that about him. It's certainly made it easier to get all the right foods and medicines into him during his life of general malaise. He's an awfully patient guy for a cat who has probably never felt anything but freaked out thanks to heart disease.
They are all marvelous in our eyes and they're just the tip of the iceberg of pets I've had the pleasure of spoiling.