Cheeba, the 12-13 year old, black, weirdo cat came first. Then Jamaica was rescued, the now 80 (then 45) pound smooth coat collie mix. Her previous 'owner' left her and her litter-mates in the overnight drop box at the pound! Terrible and spineless. Then Dale, the red-eared slider courtesy of (then stoner idiot) roommate. You know who you are. And then one fine Florida Christmas Holiday, Mel was bestowed up us by overzealous secret Santa gifter, my eldest sister. The worms were my fault entirely. They are practical and utilitarian- they are my urban composters.
They all get along as well as can be expected. The dogs are buds and really love one another. The cat would have you believe otherwise, but I bust him snuggling with one or both of the dogs from time to time. He'd probably say it's to stay warm in the brutal winter, but come on, 75 is not cold! The turtle is a water turtle and really kind of a jerk. He's not friendly- he would take your finger off if you stuck it in his face- and mostly just eats, craps and knocks over his basking rock 100x a day. And the worms are in a box. So there's really no getting out of control there (except if their ecosystem is not in balance, then there can be chaos!)
These are some of my favorite photos of all of them. Jamaica and Mel love to hang in the garden. I say, "wanna go see tomatoes??" and they get really excited. Photos of them are from 2010 garden. Mel is demonstrating how freaking huge the zucchini got as well as how ridiculously small she is. Jamaica is looking like the prettiest Garden Dog there ever was. Then the last photo is my favorite... see the caption...I think this might have been the first winter we lived here (originally from Florida these poor pups had no idea what cold was; Jamaica now thrives in it, but Mel suffers through.)
Cheeba was really into these pigeons that used to hang out on the porch and he'd hang like that to watch them for a while. He's had a history of hanging himself in strange places, so this didn't surprise me much.
Dale, the punk, thought it'd be a great idea to try to escape. He nearly fell out of his tank and cracked his shell! Of course, I was more concerned with getting picture, first, then rescuing him. That pea-brain didn't really think about what might be out the window- uh, like 2 feet of snow!
I have an obsession, similar to parents of little people, with taking photos of the Critters. That being said, you are forewarned that there will likely be many more to share within.
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| This is one of my all time favorites- Mel is like Jamaica's parasitic twin! Ahahaha! |
