Black Sheeped

This is Monk. Monk is smart and tall. He’s half Irish Setter and half gentleman. He is a good, good dog. Two different people had returned him to the pet shelter within a day of adopting him. They were idiots.

This is Cab. Cab is some sort of Pyrenees/Malamute mix. He came from a shelter beat up, skinny, flea-bitten, and dirty. He is dumb, big, and frequently confused. He is a bad dog. But I lie and tell him he’s good sometimes, because he is my dog.

This is Coltrane. She is evil. She came with a house we lived in out west. An important thing to know about Coltrane is that she loves my husband more than an evil, creepy little jerk should be able to love someone. This is similar to a vampire owning a Golden Retriever puppy calendar.

This is Jelly Roll. He was gross and came from an animal shelter. He was a wormy, flea-bitten, whining alley cat. Now he’s a clean, healthy, whining house cat. Sometimes he pretends to like me, but I know he’s just coaxing me to feed him. Other than that, he hates everything except for chewing on ink pens.

This is Ginger.  Ginger got huge and passed away.  He enjoyed napping.  I am not ready for another fish yet.

This is my husband Jut and his beard–both of them are magnificent. I’m the shorter one.