I lied. This week. Hah. Let me finishing telling you about my “pets,” almost an entire semester later. Way to be on top of things, Lauren.
Last time, I introduced you to my numero uno, Kingsley. If you missed meeting my fluffmonster, go fall in love with him now. You won’t regret it.
After Kingsley, I have to tell you about the set of pets that has been with me the longest now: LMom’s petting zoo. Residing at her house are four daschshunds and three house cats. She also has a house guest in the form of a fifth dachshund, her grand pup.
This is Casey, a ten years old red dachshund. He is a dilute, which basically means that his nose and nails are brown instead of black. LMom refers to them as cinnamon. She seems to think that it makes him cuter. Loving Casey is kind of like loving a teddy bear; he snuggles with you, but he has a brain the size of a peanut. That’s okay though. His love makes up for it. If you are sick, KK, as he is affectionately called, is the dog for you. He would stay in bed for 18 hours straight if his human allowed it. Like I said, he is LMom’s favorite, which is lucky since she’s his favorite too. He won’t stay in a room if she isn’t in it. Also, Casey is the laziest, most spoiled rotten dog ever. He loves whipped cream, but doesn’t come to the person giving it out. He looks at you pitifully, whines, and opens his mouth for you to deposit it into, all from his seat on the couch.
This is Thibodeaux. He’s French, or so we say because of his flighty, haughty attitude. His name doesn’t hurt one bit though. This 7 year old, long haired beauty is about as vain as a dog can be. You can’t say anything rude to him about his looks, or he will sulk and refuse to acknowledge that you exist for several hours. It’s like a doggy version of “You are dead to me.” Harsh. It’s cool though, because he is a pretty dog, who is sweet to cuddle with because he acts as if he has no bones.
Boudreaux is my short legged buddy, and the twin brother of Tibby. He has this ridiculous need to feel loved, which can be filled by anyone paying him the slightest bit of attention. I’m being serious. You look at him, and he thinks you are his best friend. It’s endearing though, and over the 4 years I’ve known him, I’ve grown to love the little dude. If you pet him, he will snuggle closer. If you stop petting him, he will put his head under your hand and force you to continue. Talk about cute.
Abby is the baby of LMom’s pack, at 5 years old. She’s a “dapple” which basically means she’s got crazy spots all over her. Speaking of crazy… This little girl dog is full of fears and neurosis. It’s so ridiculous that it’s cute and endearing. She’s terrified of hats, sunglasses, flashlights, television remotes, cordless phones, Kingsley, and loud sounds. Hilarious. She’s super sweet, and a huge snuggle bunny if you have her in the bed with you. She likes to curl up under blankets and stay warm. She also only likes about 7 people in the whole world, and I happen to be one of them. It’s because I fed her string cheese. Let’s be honest.
Isabelle (AKA, Izzy, Belly, or Izzybelly) is LBro’s dog. She’s almost the same age as Kingsley, about 2 now. She’s a total doll, but if a dog could be a tomboy, she would be it. She’s as rough and tumble as any of the boys (more so than a few of them *cough*KK*cough*) and loves to catch bugs and small creatures to eat for snacks. Her favorite post snack activity is kissing her humans, but she only kisses on the mouth and up the nose. That’s all you want as a pet owner, dead lizard kisses. Awesome. A random fact about Izzy, when she was a puppy, we would stick her in the butter compartment of our fridge, earning her the title of IzzyButter for the first year of her life. Too bad she grew up and is now Izzy Crisper Drawer. lol. Doesn’t have the same ring to it.
All photos featured in this post are taken by my incredibly gifted roommate, Lindsay. She’s totes awesome, and I am totes jealous.
That’s it for the Weenie dog round-up!
Next up: LMom’s cats that cause hounds to dash