I dressed my two furbabies up for my Christmas cards again this year and am using one of the pictures as my avatar
Twinkie, the black dog with the antlers, is my 3 year old, 13 pound chihuahua (he's huge!) and Bacon (my little white Santa) is my wee tiny 5 pounder, also a chihuahua; he'll be three in March. Bacon was only 1.6 pounds when we got him, and he came down with a respiratory infection two days after we brought him home at 9 weeks old- he was so sick and so little that he got hypoglycemic even though I had been giving him suagr water and puppy formula bottles, and one morning he just couldn't wake up. He was in the hospital for 2 or 3 nights before we brought him home. He's a scrappy little man now though, absolutely fearless (which scares the you-know-what out of us!). We call him our little billygoat, because he climbs all over the furniture. He also seems to like the internet; he'll crawl up onto the computer desk and walk all over the keyboard when we're not home! I think he's actually looking for candy, since my husband used to keep candy next to his computer a lot.
Twinkie is a fraidy dog, totally submissive, likes to have his belly rubbed. Seems to really like to wedge himself between my back and the couch, my back and my chairback, or me & my body pillow! I never imagined I could love a dog as much as I love these guys! I called to chat with a friend from my last workplace a couple nights ago and started babbling about the dogs, then stopped myself and joked "I bet you guys don't miss this!" (I was always saying "my dogs did the cutest thing..." ) She said they really did miss my dog stories!
I havea couple other critters, a 5+ year old goldfish (she's about 7-8" long) that I bought as a 10 cent feeder fish many years ago, and a little snake named Freddie that I adopted from a reptile rescue I volunteered for several years ago. We had all kinds of critters early on; burmese pythons, a 4 foot long water monitor lizard (Komodo dragon's first cousin), other large snakes, and this amazing tortoise named Huey. He was fabulous, but we found a really good place for him to live where he could be outside all year round and it just didn't fair to keep him here when there was such a good home for him elsewhere. When we bought him, he fit in my hand (size 6 sterile gloves! small hands) and when he left 2 or 3 years later, he was the size of a dinner plate. He must be 18-24" by now. I'm glad I don't have to clean up THAT poo! (His was stinky! He was a vegetarian, and his poos smelled like elephant poo!)
My parents have a cool old dog Riley, an elderly, 60 pound beagle! (actually a beagle mix, so he's not THAT overweight). He was a shelter dog, my dad was actually at the shelter when his people brought him in to tearfully give him up (they were moving someplace that didn't allow dogs) (I could NEVER do that!) My dad saw him come in and told the shelter ladies "I want that one!" they just bonded immediately. They had some kind of mandatory waitin gperiod before a dog could be adopted, and wanted to make him a "dog of the week", but they owed my dad a favor (the last dog they adopted from that shelter attacked my niece unprovoked, bit her unfer the eye). So RIley the Beagle has been with my folks for about 10 years, I was in college at the time but when I came home for winter break he fell in love with me, but fell even more in love with my niece Amanda, who would go to my parents' house after school. When I came home for a weekend, Riley would sleep in my bed, and in that first year, I guess he didn't really trust us, because he would steal food from the trash and hide it in his speical places- the couch, and my bed! I went to bed one night and found a porkchop in my bed! Lucky it had been a leftover that my mom had put in a ziplloc bag, then threw away in the bag when no one ate it
Dogs are great =)