So, today my life begins as normal. I wake up to Simba sitting on my chest, waiting for me to get up and feed him since his obnoxious meow doesn't work on my husband. I open my eyes slightly only to have him bite my eyelashes. It doesn't hurt, but he either bites my eyes or shoves his nose into my nostril and breathes out hard until I wake up. I don't have a favorite, they both are very annoying. If you wake up and he isn't fed right away he will follow you around the house doing a cat howl that kind of sounds like "Meooooo-owowowowwwwww-ooooooo-eeeew-oorrrree". He also meows AFTER he is done eating. Also right before he is about to take a dump, and after. I am not sure where the need to inform me of his bowel movements stems from, but he feels it is neccesary. Going to the bathroom for us is interesting, if you open the door and he hears it he runs full bore right into it and sits next to the toilet, waits for you sit down, and then sticks his head behind your butt and observes. If you try to kick him out he will paw at the door until you're done and then run in and stare at the toilet bowl as it flushes. I think he has a fascination with water. When I give him his water bowl he will walk up to it, stare at it, and then knock it over with his oven mitt of a paw. Oh yeah, he is a Desert Highland Lynx cat. That means that he is the production of a Lynx that was bred with a domestic cat resulting in his odd fur pattern (he has spots that turn into stripes and vice versa), his ears that curl at the tip causing him to kind of look like a devil cat, and not to forget his extra thumb. Its called polydactyl. So instead of having just one thumb, he has two and it looks like he is always giving a thumbs up, or getting ready to take something out of the oven. He is also built kind of like a muscle car, his back feet are way higher than his front and he looks like he's stalking something all the time. He can jump 3 feet in the air, knows how to play tag, hide and seek, and has made every single of our dogs scared to come inside.
H is the Husky we got for my oldest daughter's birthday present. He jumps all over me, while making a horrible gurgling noise in his throat. He escapes the yard at least once a week, and goes into the cow pasture and attacks the baby cows. My neighbors are probably going to make him into a handsome throw rug one day.
Puppy is a lab/boxer mix that is my youngest daughters dog. She is useless, I've tried for hours on end to teach her to sit and fail.. If you get close enough to her to grab her collar for a leash or anything else she immediately plops over on her back and pees. I think she might have some chihuahua in her. She is very, very, very into being pet. If you bend down to pet her once, she immediately assumes that you will love her forever and crawls into your lap. If you're one of the people who are unfortunate enough to pet her while standing, she will grab your leg with her front paws, give you her sad puppy eyes, and then take you down and proceed to lay on top of you. It's not that she doesn't get enough attention here, all of my pets do. I don't work so I have nothing better to do than clean and play with the animals. And Dreena loves her. They play all day. I'm not quite sure where her need for physical attention comes from, so far my best theory is that she was a hooker in a past life. Her mind process is kind of like, "oh HI!! You want to pet me? I'll love you forever if you pet me!! But, I charge $3 so pay up. Oh, you don't have it? That's fine I'll do whatever you want JUST PET ME!!" Seriously. You'd have to see it to believe it.
Then we have Tazz. He is a Rat Terrier with a serious Napoleon complex. He's 7 years old, while the other dogs are under the age of 2, making him the grumpy old man. When he was a puppy I had a slight Paris Hilton complex and I would dress him up in T-shirts, carry him around in a bag, and painted his nails. He looked like he hated it most the time, but I know he liked it. He went to the movies, to restraunts, dirt bike riding, jet skiing, and everywhere else I did. Tazz is potty trained to the point to where I have accidentily left him inside for 14 hours before and found no mess on the floor. He knows about 19 different tricks, and learns very fast. I have only one major issue with him: he refuses to shut up. Ever. If the wind blows too hard for his liking, he'll turn his head toward it and bark. If he see's a bird, squirrel, tree, rock, whatever he barks at it. Sometimes I think he just likes the sound of his own "woof". To top it all off, he thinks he's the dominate one out of the 3 of the dogs, not realizing he's the smallest, and that H is alpha male now. He barks at them for no reason. I have sat outside before and watched Tazz awake from a slumber, slowly walk to H, and then proceed to bark at him for upwards of 3 minutes straight. Barking collar you say? Nope, won't work. He learned that it only buzzes on a full blown bark, so if he just sits in the corner and goes "oof" very quietly, it won't shock him. The small woofs are just as bad as the loud ones, but the only option left is to get his vocal cords cut, and then he would just sound like a robot dog from hell.
Well, I must feed the cat, again, he eats like 6 times a day.
H is the Husky we got for my oldest daughter's birthday present. He jumps all over me, while making a horrible gurgling noise in his throat. He escapes the yard at least once a week, and goes into the cow pasture and attacks the baby cows. My neighbors are probably going to make him into a handsome throw rug one day.
Puppy is a lab/boxer mix that is my youngest daughters dog. She is useless, I've tried for hours on end to teach her to sit and fail.. If you get close enough to her to grab her collar for a leash or anything else she immediately plops over on her back and pees. I think she might have some chihuahua in her. She is very, very, very into being pet. If you bend down to pet her once, she immediately assumes that you will love her forever and crawls into your lap. If you're one of the people who are unfortunate enough to pet her while standing, she will grab your leg with her front paws, give you her sad puppy eyes, and then take you down and proceed to lay on top of you. It's not that she doesn't get enough attention here, all of my pets do. I don't work so I have nothing better to do than clean and play with the animals. And Dreena loves her. They play all day. I'm not quite sure where her need for physical attention comes from, so far my best theory is that she was a hooker in a past life. Her mind process is kind of like, "oh HI!! You want to pet me? I'll love you forever if you pet me!! But, I charge $3 so pay up. Oh, you don't have it? That's fine I'll do whatever you want JUST PET ME!!" Seriously. You'd have to see it to believe it.
Then we have Tazz. He is a Rat Terrier with a serious Napoleon complex. He's 7 years old, while the other dogs are under the age of 2, making him the grumpy old man. When he was a puppy I had a slight Paris Hilton complex and I would dress him up in T-shirts, carry him around in a bag, and painted his nails. He looked like he hated it most the time, but I know he liked it. He went to the movies, to restraunts, dirt bike riding, jet skiing, and everywhere else I did. Tazz is potty trained to the point to where I have accidentily left him inside for 14 hours before and found no mess on the floor. He knows about 19 different tricks, and learns very fast. I have only one major issue with him: he refuses to shut up. Ever. If the wind blows too hard for his liking, he'll turn his head toward it and bark. If he see's a bird, squirrel, tree, rock, whatever he barks at it. Sometimes I think he just likes the sound of his own "woof". To top it all off, he thinks he's the dominate one out of the 3 of the dogs, not realizing he's the smallest, and that H is alpha male now. He barks at them for no reason. I have sat outside before and watched Tazz awake from a slumber, slowly walk to H, and then proceed to bark at him for upwards of 3 minutes straight. Barking collar you say? Nope, won't work. He learned that it only buzzes on a full blown bark, so if he just sits in the corner and goes "oof" very quietly, it won't shock him. The small woofs are just as bad as the loud ones, but the only option left is to get his vocal cords cut, and then he would just sound like a robot dog from hell.
Well, I must feed the cat, again, he eats like 6 times a day.
