Otto, b. October 17, 2002
Meet Otto, the silver boxer (So called because of the silver muzzles boxers get when they start getting older). Otto enjoys drooling, and thinking that he’s a lap dog (he weighs in at 68 pounds). He loves to play with and cuddle his humans, and he shows great patience and tolerance towards his little sister and feline companions.
Lacey, b. around October 1, 2007
This is Lacey, the crazy mutt pup. Otto and I found Lacy April 1, 2008, at the apartment complex we were living in while our house was being built. She was about six months old at the time. She’s built sort of like a corgi, but doesn’t have the coloring of one, weighs in at about 50 pounds, and she conveniently matches our floors.
Adelaide, b. April 1, 2009
Meet Adelaide, also known as Queen Adelaide Goldeneyes of Havenknoll and all the surrounding lands. Adelaide enjoys blinking, sitting like a cat statue, expressing her opinion, and cleaning herself. She suffers from an excess of sweetness, with the occasional bossy streak thrown in. After deciding that she was actually a people cat, she was promoted from “smoofish” to a full blown smoof.
Percy Seymour Howard, Professor of Human and Canine Studies, declined titles of royalty in order to benefit catkind through study and teaching. His favorite hobbies include pouncing on his feline sister, and he has developed quite the art for it given that he’s still recovering from a near death experience he had before we adopted him that left him on the side of the road with a broken femur. He demonstrated an indomitable spirit and tremendous optimism as he recovered and our vet told me that he was pouncing on things right after she took the bandages off from his surgery. He still walks with a limp, but it should go away. He’s a cuddler and a handsome fellow as you can see.
From left to right we have: Roxy, Tilly, Sadie (the one looking up at the camera), Bonnie (the barred rock hiding behind the others), and Henrietta.
So, close up, here’s Roxy, the audacious Barred Rock.
And here’s Henrietta, the one that lets me hold her, and thus she’s rapidly becoming my favorite chicken. And her feathers are so soft!
Tilly, the talkative one You can always tell where she is because she keeps up a near constant monologue.
Bonnie, the shy barred rock. But she’s not too shy about scratch, she just tries to stay out of the others’ way…
Still need a close-up of Sadie…