First, there is Spooner. Spooner jumped in my car in 2005 and hasn't left yet. She has gained a good 20lbs since arriving. Most say she is crazy and her brains are scrambled, I say she is different. She sleeps 22 out of 24 hours a day. Spooner enjoys spooning me whilst I sleep and going for (short) walks. In addition, Spooner is the Alpha dog and demands licking's at all times. (see below).
Then there is Nubs. I got Nubs in 2006 from the SPCA. He is a three-legged tuxedo cat. Very, very rare. His full name is Sir Reginald Nubs the III. He has many, many charities that he runs and therefore has a helicopter to get to those events. No one will ever know his true age. Nubs will nurdle your brains and you are guaranteed to wake up with a 20 pound cat on your head if you sleep with him.
Unfortunately, there is Missy. Missy was a runt that was going to be put to sleep cause she was not show quality. If only we didn't a heart. She is scared of absolutely everything. She spends her days shaking, fighting with the other dogs, even though they don't even like her. My brother has decided to kill her in her old age so she didn't waste all these years fearing him. Oddly, Missy enjoys walks and thinks she can take on any creature. She is extremely fast for her 4 pound stature so she is often let off leash, where he first instict is to run into the street where cars are driving...
Finally there is Marley. Marley has mild to moderate autism. She really never knows what is happening in life. She is oddly aggressive with new people, but she wags her tail while growling. Bones are her whole life. She and Nubs have formed a relationship that I believe Nubs just puts up with. Marley thinks Nubs is a dog. Marley doesn't know what she likes.
What would we do without these crazy little beasts?
