I love dogs. My mom used to have 3.
One was a beagle/shepherd mix named Roxy. She was adopted and was originally found wandering the streets after all those hurricanes swept Florida that one year. This would explain her huge fear of storms; she would run away and hide in the bathroom at the first sound of a thunderroll (or any noise resembling one.) She was nicknamed "Catdog" because she would lay on the top of the sofa and stare outside the window. She didn't like girls at all and I'm guessing her past owner was a female who was abusive. She was very affectionate though and would wake me up by biting my arm and begging me to give her attention.
The second one was a black lab/chow chow mix named Mojo (Jojo). He was adopted as a puppy and when he got fixed, he got really fat, lawl. His fat antics were part of his charm though. For instance, he was so lazy that he would flop down on the floor, and drag himself to his food bowl and shove it into his face and eat. He had the cutest face of the three, even though he was fat. His nickname was Momo.
The last one was a yellow lab named Buster. He was the most dimwitted, but that made him the funniest one to be around. :)Most of the time, he'll just lay on the middle table and watch TV, but he also plays outside and such too. (Mostly hunting the little anoles/geckos that run rampant down here.)We called him Fathead. :/
After my mom and her boyfriend of 8 years split up, mom was left with nowhere to go and was forced to take Mojo and Roxy with her. THe other guy took Buster. (and still has him) Well, times got tough for mom and she couldn't keep Mojo and Roxy, so they had to give them to the animal shelter. I wasn't down in Florida at this time, but they were crying terribly when they had to leave them. I would've as well.
To this day, I still don't know the whereabouts of them two.
At present, we have two kittens; both brothers. My uncle's girlfriend was a breeder of sorts and we wanted to get a pet for our new apartment. (Dogs weren't allowed unless you wanted to pay an additional 500 bucks each month.) Well, I looked at the litter of kittens and one instantly came up to me and started rubbing its face against my hand. Right away I knew he was the one and as I opened the door to go inside to get his kennel and stuff, his brother came running under the door at the last minute. One look at him and he had to come as well.
So they are now named Boots and Momo. Boots was so named for his white hind legs and Momo was named after Mojo. :(
Boots is more shy and timid, so he really wanted nothing to do with us when we first brought him home. In fact, only a few weeks ago he has now stripped himself of this huge shyness. He's still timid, but it is not as bad as before. One thing I really hate though is he'll just randomly walk around at night meowing for no reason. He is the lazier of the two, and as a result, is a bit larger.
Momo was the kitty that picked me out. He is the active one and is way more playful and affectionate.It only took him a couple days to get used to the new apartment and ramparts around like it's no one's business. although sometimes, I think there isn't a single braincell in that head of his. :(
Here's the best picture I got o fthese two. Momo is on the left, Boots is on the right.
Shit, I'm sorry for posting so much. I just get really into pet discussions and my loose fingers pretty much type their life story. Once again, I apologize. :(
