four of fur

Having four pets means this:

I thought I would share some of my favourite shots of my four. Yes. Four. I am not the crazy cat lady of your nightmares, just a soft-hearted person willing to let go of all my white clothes for the love of a soft-hearted animal. Or four.

Chloe. Or Cuddles. Or the brown monkey. She is beautiful but extremely naughty. Nothing much has changed from when she was a tiny puppy.

Howie/Howard/the Woolly boy is obsessed with retrieving. Toys, slippers, socks, sticks...pretty much anything inedible. He still has the Serious Face from when he was a young pup.

Buddy came with our house. We found her living in the roof a few weeks after we moved in. The previous owners had abandoned her. She is a tortoiseshell, the vet told me tortoiseshells are only ever girls, amazing!

And lastly we have Panda. She often falls out of trees, off the kitchen counters and suffers from general clumsiness. She takes out her embarrassment on poor Howard by clawing him in the face.

They help keen me sane. In the same vein, read this sweet story about how Dakota the Great Dane found his soul mate and calculate your dogs real human age! (Howie is 20 and Chlo 18 - there is still hope that they will grow out of their rebellious behaviour!!)