Just gonna rattle off all of them, including the newest member:
My family:
Casper: my chihuahua I've had ever since 2007, he's old and lazy but there really won't be another like him.
Devin: weird name for a cat. He ran off for a year and came back, but all he does now is hang around other people's yards. Meh, Julian's better.
Julian: technically not my cat, but he hangs around the front yard enough. Chill little guy just camps under the bushes all day.
Baby: my family bought her a few weeks ago, she's tiny but loud and loves to aggravate Casper by biting his ears. EDIT: well they gave her back to the pound apparently. Whatever.
My dad (who I'm living with):
Daisy: a fat, apple-head chihuahua who's kind of a spoiled princess, meaning she wants food constantly and stamps her feet when she doesn't get what she wants. When Daisy gets hyper, she's so animated it's like she turns into a cartoon character.
Lilly: a chihuahua/pomeranian mix. She's a nervous wreck, skiddish and won't go near you unless she trusts you (she was abused and always locked in a cage before we got her), but otherwise she's kind of a doof. I love this dog.
Pablo: another chihuahua, of the teacup variety. Used to be quick to snap at people when he was young, but at 9 years old, he follows me around constantly and is just the sweetest dog I've ever met.
Sadly I think Casper might go soon. My mom called me earlier... he's 12 years old and showing signs of congestive heart failure but there's nothing anyone can do. And I don't know how to prep myself when that call eventually comes
