The chaotic Lisa is our hostess for Fun Monday this week. She picked a topic that I almost did when I hosted, so I'm glad I get to do this one. Here is her challenge:
Let’s meet your pets. I think most of us have at least one pet and I would like to see your fluffy or scaly pal. If you don’t have a camera you can tell us about him/her/them. If you don’t have a pet tell us about a pet you had or a pet you want. If for some weird reason you hate all animals we want to know why gosh-dang-it.
Frankly, I dealt with the menagerie that is the Planet of Janet here.
But a few things have changed since then. There was a third turtle in the tank that died while we skiing. The fish in the big tank ganged up on one of the oscars and ate it. J-bear was unhappy. Me? I'm mean enough to break into song: "The Circle of Life ..."
Everyone else seems to be alive and well, minus a couple of plecostomuses (plecostomi?) that ended up as fish food, too.
But all these finny things live in J-bear's room, and as long as I don't open her door, I don't have to see them. The pets that have the most impact on our daily life are the crapping-in-the-house dogs, Nike (aka OCD dog) and Domino.
These two ill-behaved lovies are half-chihuahua and half-maltese. We got the pick of the litter after one of Wonderhubby's co-worker's maltese knocked up his chihuahua. So, yeah, we picked 'em. Silly us.
The name came from the black and white theme of her fur. She is the bigger and more maltesey (aka hairier) of the two. She is also the smarter. One day she was trying to bring a stick in through the doggie door, but it wouldn't fit while in her mouth. So she dropped the stick, went through the door, stuck her snoot back outside, picked up the stick and maneuvered it through the opening. See? Smart.
I also believe she is the one who is crapping outside our bedroom door. Can't catch her at it, but I still think it's her, making a statement. Brat.
Now meet Nike:
We call her OCD Dog for a reason. She nudges the dog door four times with her snoot before she will go in or out. She sucks mercilessly on this green dog toy thing (someone said it was a peacock) and marches with her two front feet. Please don't suggest we took them from mama too soon. Both dogs were more than 9 weeks old before we took them home, and Domino isn't anywhere this weird. However, I do know that the nasty mama chihuahua apparently got tired of being harrassed by the four puppies and refused to sleep in the box with them at about 6 or 7 weeks. Nikester was obviously not ready to let her go.
Oh, and her name? Well, after the first time we saw the puppies, we started thinking of names. Drama King wanted to name them Death and Taxes. Uh, we declined that one.
Anyway, the name Domino came easy. But for the littler one? That was tougher. We remembered, though, that she had a white swoosh on her all-black back. Voila! Nike!
Everyone loved the name. We were set. But the day we went to pick them up, we realized ... oops. The swoosh was actually on the back of one of the boy puppies. Oh well. We had all agreed on the choice (not an easy task), so we went with it anyway.
Domino loves going for walks. Nike goes for drags.
Domino is brave and curious. Nike shakes if you look at her funny. Or if you feed her. Or if you pet her. Or ... well, you get the idea.
OK OK. I have gone on long enough here. I'm taking away from the time you could be reading other Fun Monday offerings. So go see everyone else's pets. God knows mine are too weird to get all this attention.