I have a few animals that I coexist with. I try to remind them that they are supposed to reduce my blood pressure not increase it exponentially. Most days they do their best to cooperate. Others, well, we just try to laugh and wait for tomorrow! They have the ability to make me laugh even on the darkest days which is priceless. Let me introduce the darlings (in order of age to be fair).
George: 12 year old Orange Tabby aka All Around Bad Ass. I’ve raised George since he was 2 days old. I am his sun, moon, and stars. I am not a cat person except when it comes to George.
Pippin: 10 years old Not So Mini House Pig Extraordinaire aka Don’t Be a Bastard. I’ve raised him since he was a few weeks old. He only loves me. Pigs are smart, destructive, and throw tantrums. They are like living with an eternal 3 year old child. Imagine that before even considering a pig.
Sweet Pea: 9 year old Chi-Something aka Great Joy. Poor little Pea was an abuse/neglect case that we adopted from the shelter. Bless her heart. EVERYONE loves Pea. I am NOT a little bitty dog person, but she is the most special little lady ever. Pure love.
MingMing: 8 year old Indoor Feral Farm Cat with heavy dash of Siamese aka Don’t Touch Me. The kid (Cat Whisperer) fell in love with her, and became distraught when she couldn’t find her at a friend’s farm (known to have one dog with the kitten killing curse). I became so distraught over kid being distraught I agreed to bring the kitten home after we found her under the tractor. After 8 years I can pet her and we are partial to each other.
Molly: 6 year old Pit-Heeler that is genuinely on the spectrum aka Lt. Fun Police. Selected from shelter, because she was recommended by a friend and has no tail (they knock everything off the coffee table).
BJ: 3 year old longhair blue Chihuahua aka the Werewolf or lil Jefe. Taken in under circumstances beyond our control. Quickly wormed his way into my heart. He is Pea’s protector from the rowdy bunch of big dogs.
Maggie: 1.5 year old Bastrop White Trash Pit aka Happy/Floppy Dog. Fostered her for 24 hours then became another foster failure. She is my BABY!
Waldo: 1.5 year old Taylor Street Dog aka Braveheart or Might Wanna Bite. Street savvy to the max he avoided the dog catcher for months before I used my smarticles to catch him and take him to a foster. Two failed adoptions later, my smarticles were overridden by my stupid heart. After realizing he would love to rip the faces off boy children, he is with us for life. He appears to be a Bassett/Lab/wiry haired Terrier, although his rescue breed label is “MunchWolfishHund” to honor the possibility of his genetics tracing back to an Irish Wolfhound/Scottish Deerhound cross that resulted in dwarfism. He is my protector with big teeth, big heart, and little legs.