
This is Reggie. He was the first boxer we got. He's a sweetheart, but sometimes likes to do his own thing by jumping the fence. I think he gets tired of his brother. I get tired of his brother also, so I can't blame him.

Next we have the cats. They run the house and have no other function than to provide entertainment; but that's only every so often.


Don't let that cute face fool you. This is Ziggy. He can go from sweetheart to complete terror in seconds. He was also a stray. He was found in the median of Hwy 231; half dead, and didn't look like he would make it. Well, he made it. He is a good cat, but is afraid of EVERYTHING. He is also the instigator of many a midnight chase through the house.
These are my children except for the fish. I don't give them names because it would be too heartbreaking when one died...and they do that from time to time. I made the mistake of naming one...his name was Mittens Bob. I was sad when he died...so, from that point on no one in the tank gets a name!

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They are beautiful critters.
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