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I have 3 boys (human).
The oldest is 8. His name is Raistlin (Fantasy book readers will know the name). Shy and math advanced. Doing algebra without even knowing it.
Next is 3. Gavin. Stubborn as the day is long but smart as a whip.
Last is Logan. He's 1. Yep, named for Wolverine. Patient and persistent is his game.
As for the 4 legged:
Dublin is a Husky/Boarder Collie mix. Skittish and protective. Lovable as all get out.
Sicily, a bob tail (no one knows why) stray cat who never forgot her roots or her luck.
Sydney (aka Stupid) is a son of a stray whom we could make millions off if we could clone him (we get all our pets "fixed"). If the kids are dragging him down the hall by his head, he is a happy cat. (I don't condon that, and have stopped it many times but he will run to the kids if he thinks they might do it. No joke. This is an animal who when he was a kitten would purposefully put his head in a grocery bag and run full throttle at the wall, repeatedly. Hence, the name Stupid. A kitty masochist.)
So who are your babies? (Both 2 and 4 legs.)
Then there's Veda Vyasa, her son. What a cutie! (I'm sure by now she might use a different descriptor - he's 3 1/2.)
I've only seen him once, and he did not like me at all ! :)
No 4 legged. Do no-legged count? My newest baby weights 14 pounds and irritates the heck out of one anonymous neighbor. Her name is Cricket. She's made of a beautiful red mahagony with black trim along the bottom. Her true age is not known, but a quick look will reveal that she's been around the block a few times.
Our first, Nolan, is 5 and sounds like hannamyluv's 3 year old, Gavin. Head strong and brilliant.
Gray is our youngest at 3 and is a perfect angel. He's is as sweet as molasses and takes the brunt of his brother's abuse without much complaining.
Two dogs, Maggie, a golden retriever and Pierre, a black lab. Maggie is a big lap dog and Pierre is a high strung bird hunter. One was mine, the other's was my wife's when we met and now I don't know what they would do without each other. Best friends.
Gotta run, I hear a fight breaking out downstairs :)
I have only four 4-legs at the moment: the horses, a paint quarter-racing/thoroughbred cross and an Appy quarter/thoroughbred cross generally don't live in the house (hooves are hard on the wood floors, y'know? Remind me someday to tell about the time years back one of the "babies" tried to come in....) My paint is 15 in March, would get in my lap if possible.... My husband's Appy isn't rideable - arthritic front "knees", he's about 21 so gets to live out his life (until he's in real pain) in a friend's meadow with his mare. So we have to go used-horse shopping next year.... WAY worse than used car shopping!
Then there's Brandy the Brittany Spaniel. She's 7, was sort of a rescue (a $200 one, but anyway....) Our first Brit was Brandy, and this one got to be Brandy too, because her registered name is Bailey On The Rio Grande, but one of the cats I had at the time was ALREADY Bailey's Irish Cream, so we couldn't have two of them.... Bailey the cat died of old age (18) two winters ago. A month before he went to kitty heaven, my current kitty showed up at the window one very cold night, crying to come in. She's about 5, somebody dumped her up here I think (IDIOTS! "Oh it'll be okay sweetie, the kitty can live on mice." But WHAT ABOUT THE SNOW DAMMIT! Ugh. Don't get me started....) Anyway, her name is Minx because she is....
He already understands three languages: English from me, French from his mother, and cat language. He is, however, only fluent in speaking cat, which he does with our, older, four-legged companion, called Dinah. Dinah is 13 years old, brown, and a bit thick. She has lost weight since she has started being chased around by another crawling creature all day, and is now down to a positively skeletal 14 pounds.
The baby's just woken up, so now it's time for dressing up: coat, hat, scarf, socks, boots, and off for a walk. No snow today, but it's starting to get a bit chilly (it was minus 7 yesterday), so we have to be well wrapped-up for our visit to the park. Time to go!
Abby acts like a Lab, but is more mellow. She likes to fetch and loves the water. Kate loves to run and will chase and try to herd Abby. Obviously Kate has some kind of herding dog in her. She couldn't care less for fetching or swimming. The two do share an interest in wresting around playing bite-face and feel that the other dog always has the better toy - even if the toys are identical. And in the evenings, they are both convinced they are tiny lap dogs. :)
Mimi is officially (according to the vet) a cat, but looks and acts like a ferret; her main hobbies are collecting wine corks and bottlecaps (which she carefully hides under the slipcovers of one of our living room chairs), and PHP programming, correspondance, forum posting, or anything else that I happen to be doing with my keyboard. She occasionally tries contributing here but I usually edit her out. Arthur is most definitely a cat, and is primarily into eating and sitting, in that order. Guests regularly ask if Mimi is the father of Arthur's expected children. Arthur doesn't seem to mind, but he's always been a bit slow.
My 4 legged reptiles:
Owen - The mother leopard gecko, approx. 85g in weight.
"The Wee One" - The father leopard gecko. I couldn't ever think of a name for him, and he was so very tiny when I bought him. He's now approx. 92g in weight. Not so "wee" anymore.
Callisto - Oldest female offspring leopard gecko. My girlfriend got to name her. She's about 27g in weight.
Latis - Youngest female offspring leopard gecko. The name comes from the Celtic goddess of beer and water. She spent a lot of time in her water dish when she was first born.
My No Legged reptiles:
Monty - My 54 inch 2000g Ball Python. She's my baby.
Musota - (Ugondan for "snake") My 28 inch 750g Ball Python. He used to be a little nippy when I first bought him, but he tamed down a lot.
Last but not least:
Sushi - My girlfriend's blue and red betta fish. He's not very exciting, except when I put my face up against the glass and he wants to fight me.
Zero two-legged, 6 (yep, six) 4-legged - 3 feline, 3 canine. Kitties are:
Jasi, 11 yr old orange kitty with a redhead temper, but snuggly and good-natured most of the time.
Kacey, 8 yr old calico, rescued as a sick and starving kitten, found under an office park dumpster. Strong willed and full of herself - where there's trouble there's Kacey!
'Bika, 1 yr old brown tabby. I didn't NEED a kitten, but a neighborhood feral cat had a litter under my neighbor's deck and oh well, what's one more! Cute, playful, buy a little less "domestic" than the others.
And 3 shelties ...
Sally, just turned 13 but you wouldn't know it unless you looked closely. Multi-titled in obedience and agility and just the best girl. Sad to see her age catching up with her :(.
Bryce, 6 yrs old - lively, fresh, sometimes naughty, always fun. Keeps things interesting.
Jayda, 6.5 mos and just the most perfect puppy! Smart as a whip, loving and loveable as can be. Very much like Sally as a youngster, the two girls adore each other.
All of them can work magic and make a bad day disappear. And yes, they all get along well (most of the time).
Dogs; Current - Molly and Maggie, the McGuire sisters, Molly is half Shepherd, half Border Collie, Maggie, half Shepherd, half Great Boxer. They're the two devious pups in the bunch. Tag-team dog fighters and they will fight each other over food. They're also the only two house dogs. No fence will keep them in, they bark at cows, birds, lizards, etc and range for miles.
Sargon and Ramses, two Mastiffs. Great, proud beasts that patrol the yard. Won't move from within smelling distance of the food bowl though. Act on verbal commands and hand signals. So well-trained that a command would keep them from eating until they starved to death. Fortunately, I prefer for them to eat. :)
Sarge and Buck - Two Border Collies, work dogs. They keep the rest of the animals within the fence. Frisbee catchers. Truck riders. Show-offs.
Dawg- Great Pyrenees. Work dog. Lives with the goats. So big that children ride him, so good natured that even people that are afraid of dogs want to pet him. No name because naming a goat-dog ruins them.
Goats- Only naming the breeding stock. Nanny, the herd mom. Romeo, the herd-sire. Snowball,(the meanest goat, killed Lil Bit with a well-placed head-butt to the side) Fireball, (young and tough), Alcatraz, (the escape artist) Sweety, (the pet, wants scratched behind the horns), Pip, {black goat with two white pips on one side, 5 white pips on the other).
Donkeys - Jackson, the Jack, with a white blaze, loves peppermints. Belle, the herd Jenny, prefers butterscotchies, and Dixie, the offspring of Belle and Jackson. She's the pocket-nipper, fence-tester and feed-bucket sniffer.
5 horses -(covered them in other threads I believe). Sold the other 60+ Walkers, Quarter Horses, etc. off.
Cows - 15 head now. Bull is a Charolais, named Levi. Sorry, don't name cows.
Cats - Two surviving, one named Scratch, an old Tom with one eye that's mud-colored, and Tigger, the sideways-bouncing Tom-kitten mighty hunter.
Birds - Angel, the Cockatiel, Gandalf, the Cockatoo, 200+ word vocab, drinks coffee with me in the morning, or used to, when I could drink coffee. :) And Nimrod. A Peregrine falcon that is the best rabbit hunter in the state.
I have two kids, a boy and a girl. They are the cleverest and most gorgeous of all kids, of course.
Can't bear four legged beasts as pets (only as food) and definitely can't see myself calling them babies. Sorry.
