The original topic got removed for some reason, so I'm here to start it up again.
I love showing off my babies and seeing all the others too. Our non-human friends can be blessings in our lives and I'm thankful to have (or had) them in my life.

First I'll introduce my sister and I's "only child". Her name is Emily and she is a "red" Doberman with natural (uncropped) ears. She is really camera shy, so I don't have much to pick from.

We got her after we lost our Penny, another red Doberman who left a large hole in our hearts despite still having two other dogs. Emily is SO different! When we picked her up from Dogworks, who does Doberman and Greyhound rescue, she was quite the scared cutie. She has improved quite a bit, but still doesn't like to walk on linoleum. It's quite funny, actually.

Like most if not all dogs, she loves to stick her head out the window as I drive. Since I have a two door 1990 Geo Metro, and only the drivers side window rolls up or down, that's the one that gets chosen. We have worked out where her legs and my arm goes so that driving is very easy, and she goes back when I ask her to so I can look to the left.

She also seems to be quite the naturalist, and her favorite activity is watching squirrels. There is a local drive up, Foster's Freeze, that we go to for a soda, and if she could power the motor of my car by sheer force of will, I would save a lot of money on gas, despite the gas sipper that a Metro is. Also, I think she would like to be a hood ornament. If she's not hanging her head out the window, she's standing over the stick shift and hand brake, as close to the windshield as we'll allow her.

Like most of our other girls, she has decided the only way to sleep is under the covers, and not her own. It has to be with her human.

The other ones I wrote about are now gone, but not forgotten and I can't stand to leave them out, so here goes.

Mahana moved out of Mom and Dad's home with my sister Dawn and I. A wonderful moving present if there ever was one. She was a very good dog. She was very protective of us, loved to go on rides, and did her best to remind us, starting about a half an hour before, that dinner time was coming up soon.
Sometimes she could be quite authoritative, so we teasingly called her "Your Majesty." She especially loved young dogs and could be quite mothering.
She seemed to get cold easily, so would get covered up. She was the one that started the whole thing. Penny just took it one step further.

It wasn't long after we moved that Dawn got to thinking that we needed another Doberman (our breed of choice), because poor Mahana was playing musical beds with us. I started work earlier than Dawn, so took Mahana for the first shift at night. A few hours later, when Dawn went to bed, off went Mahana with Dawn, then back with me a few hours later, until I went to work, then she was scooted back onto Dawn's bed.

Through my Dad's contacts, (he's a veterinarian), we found out about Dogworks and were able to pick up Stormy, a sweet 4 month old Rottie/Doberman mix from an animal hospital about three or so hours away, where they had done a spay and a tail docking, since the previous "owners" seemed to have tried to do it themselves by putting a rubber band around her tail and it got badly infected.

She loved everybody, and despite her imposing size and obvious looks to what people considered terrifying breeds, people were drawn to her. She oozed a sincere desire to meet people and loved to clean their hands or any other part of the body that could be reached. (Like little kid's faces.) She seemed to be a human heating unit, and was the only dog that generally did not need to be covered. It was heaven having her next to you as she liked to lie back to back and helped warm up the bed pretty quickly. She liked to help clean in other ways too. Heaven forbid there was a dog bowl with any kibble in it, it got swiped clean by an eager tongue. She really felt she was helping my parents when we'd go to visit them. Their silly (Standard) Poodles would leave stuff like that hanging around?

She also had an endearing habit of carrying things around. Unfortunately, the other dogs loved to de-stuff toys, and she was frequently left with the limp remains. She also liked to carry the little sample bags of dog food. If she thought she was going for a ride, you'd see her looking urgently for something to carry!

After a month or so with Stormy, the rescue group called my Dad's animal hospital, which is where Dawn was working at at the time. Someone had called to say they found a Doberman puppy and had tried for a month to find her owners to no avail. They were told by their landlord they had to get rid of her that night. Could they drop her off to get her spayed, then Dogworks would take over from there.

Not long after she showed up, I got a call from Dawn. When she told me about this puppy, I could see the writing on the wall. She had already fallen in love with her and was determined to keep her. All day in the kennels she had been quiet, but when Dawn took her back the next morning she kicked up such a fuss! We figured she was VERY upset at being taken away from her home like that, and was letting us know she had found her home!

She was relentlessly happy! All you had to do was look at her and she'd wag her stubby little tail! She got the wagging so quickly that her behind couldn't help but join in and we said she was doing the Tahitian Fast Dance. She'd also use her wagging tail to try to distract us if she was up to no good. For some reason, she had no control over her tongue when we ate in the front room, and would start tasting the air as her head moved unerringly to our plate of food. When we'd admonish her, the tail would start to wag as if to say, "See how cute I am?" It was really hard to stay mad at her, or any of them, for long.

Although her ears were cropped, one refused to stand up, and we figured it was her subtle way of reminding us which way we'd "go" after death depending on how well we treated her.

She was also fearless and bold. Nothing could get in her way. She'd keep whacking at whatever was blocking her way until it finally moved and she could get by. She, too, was a very good dog, but got weak around anything smelling tasty, and garbage cans or counter tops didn't stop her from trying to get to the yummy tidbits she knew were there. We eventually installed a gate that attached to the walls, that took some tough treatment but held it's ground for the most part, with a few repairs.

For some reason, we had a hard time coming up with her name and called her the "Little Red One" from May to November. One day she had evidently found some pills that made her very wobbly, like drunk. That scared and saddened us to think that if something had happened she hadn't had a proper name. At almost the same time we thought of the name Penny. A Pretty Penny, because she was worth so much more than one cent to our hearts.

She's the one who started the sleeping under the covers. I always thought I was in a little bit of heaven surrounded by my 'babies'. Penny liked to dive under head first and lay the length of my legs, and her warm breath would warm my feet. (Perhaps she did that out of self defense? Keep the feet off her belly?)
That was especially great during the winter. I like to sleep in a cold room, but be warm under the covers. It didn't take nearly as warm to warm up with two or three large dogs sharing a queen sized bed.

ALL of our girls love our Dad. Once he showed up, you'd think we no longer existed! (I have to admit though, Doc was another story. . .) :roll:
If we said Dad, we'd have to be prepared to have him show up within a 15 minute's grace period or else we'd be read the riot act!

Another thing, all our girls but Mahana have learned to accept that warm bellies attract cold hands and feet. When I did that to Mahana for the first and last time, she practically levitated off the bed!

I know there's tons more to tell you about each one, and I'm sure I'll be figuratively kicking myself later for forgetting to tell you about one thing or another, but I'll sign off for now with a few more pictures.

So now it's your turn! If all you want to do is post a picture, fine. Whatever I can get. . . I so love animals!

awwwwwwwwww how precious

OK here's my boys in front of the Christmas tree last nite. Reilly is a West Highland Terrier who will be 6 in February and Brodee is a Scottish Terrier who will be 5 in February. Merry Christmas everyone!!!

awwww Reilly & Brodee are so cute

Awwww I love your dobie's Celeste!!!
sdparent your terrier's are a perfect match!!!
Thank you for sharing :D:D:D

Okay! You all know how long my stories are... so I'll stick to photos! :lol: Celeste, I'm headed back up to read your stories. I love them, esp when you dad, the vet, is in them! :wink:

Dog and cat in the next reply. I'll skip the rabbits!

Shimano the dog and Snickers.

Those terriers are adorable. I especially love the white one. Sometime, we'll be getting another dog. We'll check shelters, but I'd really like one that doesn't shed.

Barnbum, that close up picture of your cat is a great picture. If I had a picture of my cat like that I would blow it up and hang it on the wall. :thumbup:

I would if there was any room! There are quilted wall hangings everywhere! :lol:

I have a rot/wolf/lab mix, he is 10, and a gray tiger cat, 3. They are my boys, since my kids are grown and out.

We've had lots of animals over the years. Our current fur baby is Oliver, a Jack Russell.

Here's Stella. She was named after the character "Stella" from "A Streetcar Named Desire".

"Stelllaaaaa! Stellaaaaa!"

:D

I agree that pix should be in a contest. It is a wonderful shot! WOW!!! Good one Karla.

We also love the terriers!!

This is our cat Abby. She will be 4 this coming February. My DH named her after the character Abby on NCIS!! :D She is our sweetheart. I love seeing everyone else's babies. Thank you for posting this thread!!
:D :D :D :D

PS: You can see she loves to help me sew!! :thumbup:

Awwww they are all so cute!!! :D:D:D

Good picture Karla!!! I love the eyes :8-)8-)8-)

Celeste--you tell great stories! :-D

My Maxie

This is one off my babies!

Okay...I'll bite ( :lol: ) This is Genius (the black one) and Nellie, the calico. Both rescues, Genius is a tail-less Manx who is 22 pounds and a little less than graceful (or coordinated) as far as cats go. After I had him for a year, I went back to work full time and he threw all his fur (think of that old stuffed animal you just couldn't get your kid to throw out!!)...the vet said he was stressed out and lonely so we got Nellie to keep him company. Weighing in at only 1 1/2 pounds when I brought her home, she marched right in and walked UNDER him at his food bowl, lifted his head out of the way and began eating his food! I think he regretted throwing his fur at that point!!
They have been faithful companions to each other, and to me, and have moved with me five times since 2005!

These are our babies. Penny is a 4.5 yr old Chihuahua. Tawny is a 1 yr old Boston Terrier. Sarah is an 8 yr old cat, her mom and dad were feral so I don't know what kind she is.

We are total pushovers. We are currently down to 5 dogs, all were "throw-aways", and all are very much loved by us. It wasn't always just dogs. While my kids were growing up, their favorite line was "My mom will take it" whenever one of their friends got tired of their pets. Through the years we've been given fish, birds, hamsters, gerbils, a bunny, a hedgehog, hermit crabs, cats, a ferret, and an African Spur tortoise (Ingrid is about 10or 11 years old now--good for another 90 or 100 years. Here are a few of our housemates.

Thanks Celeste for posting that. I love to see other people's babies. I'm a Dobie lover too. I have no kids so my 2 dobies are my babies. Heidi will be 11 and Tank will be 9 in May. Doggie birthday party to plan for.
I've been a dog lover my whole life. My mom wanted me to go to beauty school so I did. I went and learned how to groom dogs. Unfortunetely I have injured my back so I can no longer groom. :-( I no longer work so I love to spend my days with my babies. They like to go in my sewing room while I sew and find a pile of fabric and nap while I sew. I laugh when I see someone that sells fabric and they say comes from pet free home. What would I put? All fabric tested by 2 dobies?
1 thing I'll add is alot of people are afraid of this breed until they meet my Tank and Heidi. They have definetly changed people's
opinions. They truly are a great breed. :thumbup: :-D :-D

A few more. Love to show off my kids

oh my! I am just loving all the squishy faces!!! and great stories too!!!
Our kitties are well-documented on my and my husbands blogs and HERE--- http://rteest42.smugmug.com/Portfoli...24498482_UPSzu

They are certainly well-loved!

Oh! I LOVE seeing all the pictures of your "owners"! Is there anything more comforting than the unconditional love that comes from the furry members of our families? I'm attaching pictures of our "Lacey". She's a toy poodle that had been rescued from a puppy mill by the Humane Society. She had been starved, mistreated, and forced to have a puppy before she was really old enough and had lost it. My daughter and her family adopted her and then her asthma started acting up. They were devistatated thinking they may have to giver her up and began trying all types of meds for my daughter, getting their vents cleaned, and anything else they thought may help. We were just recovering from the loss of our beloved Husky, Max. We had had him in our lives for 16 years and the loss was so hard that we said we'd never go through hurt again.....no more pets! But, since Lacey had stayed with us before and was used to us, and our grandchildren were comfortable with her coming to visit Grandma & Grandpa, we said we would take her for a month while they worked a solution. Well.....5 years later , she is a permanent member of our family. She has helped heal the loss of Max and we can't imagine our lives without her. I like to think that Max helped to direct her to us to help us heal I know that eventually we will go through the same heartwrenching loss, but the unconditional love she gives us and we can give her now will make it worth it. Plus, our grandchildren are content knowing she is still in the family and they can see her any time they want to.

Alias, thanks for sharing that website. Thats an awesome idea.
Great cats. How much does 1 gray tiger kitty weigh? He sure likes laying on his back.

Gandolf is lying on his back as his stupid pet trick to be fed, lol!!! Wants us to witness how EMPTY is tummy is. He is part Maine Coon. He is new to us, since Oct, along with his companion Rory; they came to us after our beloved orange boy Hamish passed.
My DH wanted another LARGE cat, lol, and found these two boys who were fostered for the past year after their daddy died.

They came as a set. Gandolf is 7.5 years old, and the foster persons vet said 14.5 lbs, (although I think he likes it here and is gaining)
Rory is also part Maine Coon, and 2.5 years old, 11.5 lbs.

Miss Tatiana, the black one, was with us before, we got her as a pet for Hamish. She is about 8 years and about 10 lbs, although she has been sickly the past few years (two summers ago she was down to 5.5 lbs)

Here is my menagerie.

lola, they are Precious!!!!

Here are my two four-legged big babies. The fawn boxer is Brutus and my white girl is Zoe. They are brother and sister from the same litter. They will be 7 years old in July. Brutus weighs almost 100 lbs and Zoe weighs 83 lbs. Very big for boxers.

I made the dog blanket to cover the couch. Scooter (the redbone) will wait on the floor and just stare at us if the cover is not in place the way she likes it.

My babies! They are both 3 and a half years old. They are half brothers. Same Bichon daddy named Romeo. Chonzers mom is a little black schnazer. They are so much fun. :lol: Quigley is pure Bichon. My DH named him Chonzer so he wouldn't forget what his breed was. They call him a designer dog. They are just sweethearts to us!

i don't know which one is cuter!!!

You should sell that picture of your kitty to a Christmas Card company! Adorable!

WOW!!! I'm gone for a few days and look at all the wonderful pictures!

sdparent - cute dogs! Brode reminds me of Jock in The Lady and the Tramp. How close or far off are they about the barking?

Loretta, I'd love to see a picture of your bird!

Barnbum - what can I say about your minis? It is so peaceful to see their pictures. It seems that you've got your little piece of heaven out there. I love the flipped back ear on Shimano, and as the others have said, beautiful picture of Snickers.

redrummy - I'd love to give your dog a big hug, and does your cat get under the rug like that often?

Overlander - Is Oliver a Jack Russell or Parsons terrier? I've heard they are FULL of energy.

Eddie - Stella sure is pretty. Is she the quilt inspector?

SulaBug - I hope Abby doesn't help TOO much. . . You know the kind I'm talking about?

mosher92 - What kind of dog is Maxie? Who can blame her for assuming something is hers?

diannemc - that looks like a soft, fuzzy, come love on me face!

Oops, ran out of time. I'll back.

We have Jake...who will be 9 in April...we found him at a flea market in Kentucky when we were trucking. He weighs a bit over 6 pounds.
We also have Jake's son, Chip. Chip is 4 months old now, and between he and his sister Sadie, (Candela59, sis in law Peggy owns her) they're a couple of terrors! Of course, it's NOT my little angel's fault...it's all Sadie...she's a wild one!! ~winking at Peggy~

They are all so adorable!

Cute pics