Tri-pawed is my angle dog! His is a three legged Australian Shepherd mix. I’m extremely over protective of him. I yell at DH when he simply calls him names lol. I love it when he gets all excited because then his entire butt wiggles (he’s missing one of his back legs). I have a toy poodle as well. I call her my pogo poodle because we people come over she gets all excited and jumps up and down like she’s on a pogo stick.

We have 2 dogs - an Olde English Bulldogge and a lab. They are absolute loves until someone tries to come into our house without knocking. Then they turn into raging 80 pound beasts. My lab is way more active than the Bulldogge and will annoy him when they're in the back yard to the point where the Bulldogge will escape the yard, run to the front of the house and scratch at the door to come in lol.
We also have two cats.one is mostly blind and is currently very pathetic with a cone of shame on following his latest eye surgery. The other one is sweet as can be but pretty dumb, except when it comes to mouse hunting.

i have a squirrel. he thinks dh and i are his 'trees'. if dh has him loose when i get home, or if i've been in the bedroom for a while, as soon as i step into the living room he flies at me spread-eagle like he's going "MOOMMM!!!!!"

he hides acorns in the collar of my shirt.

he sleeps with us, under the covers down by our feet. and sometimes even falls asleep in one of our pockets.

BUT - my real furbaby is my dog. on weekend mornings, he'll get up and come over to my side of the bed where he'll put his front paws on the side of the bed and nose at me until i wake up. he loves to give me hugs (he did that from the very moment i met him!). and if i'm crying he'll sniff my tears, and he can tell what emotion is causing the crying- if i'm crying cuz i'm hurting emotionally, he'll lean up on me and put his head on me. <3

We have rescued two cats, one is black with yellow eyes. The Kitty. The second one is younger and is a Siamese Tabby X. That one is Stormy. They are similar in many ways but so so different in others. Kitty is more of a diva and Stormy is more of the pleaser. Kitty hates car rides. Stormy loves them.

Stormy has some issues but of course SHE'S not aware of that! She has one eye that is crossed and one is straight. She tends to not be able to see things well if it is dark. The Kitty figured this out early on and uses it to her advantage. Stormy acts a lot like a dog. She follows us around EVERYWHERE and likes to lick you. She absolutely LOVES television and computer screens. She will come in early in the morning and start knocking things on the floor to wake us up (she cannot meow - well, she does but no sound comes out at all). Then when we turn the light on, she will go down to the foot of the bed and wait for the television to get turned on. She will twitch her tail with excitement when we come home or wake up in the morning.

The cutest thing to me was when we played The Walking Dead for the first time and when the zombies were coming, she started running away, then stopped, then stood up on her hind legs like a gopher. Whenever TWD episodes start, she runs to the doorway and stays there peeking around the corner. It was like she WANTS to see it but is too scared to be right in front of it!

We used to have a Sheltie. Smartest dog I ever had by far. I miss him so much. Rascal and his cat buddy, Kit, too. All my animals tend to be rescues, as were they. Kit was saved by the veterinarian I used to work for. Some couple had run a half grown Himalayan kitten over the head and brought her in. The vet saved her life but she was blind in one eye and snorted when she got excited. She would also walk/run in circles but our theory was it was because of her one blind eye. Very smart in a Rainman kind of way.

My DH has promised that we can rescue another dog to complete our animal herd. But not until we get our permanent home. That's too far away for this impatient dog lover! Then again, he has expressed an interest in getting a chameleon or something as well. And wants fish...

I have a 13 year old teacup yorkie who is blind and bumps into everything. He weighs in at exactly 2lbs 12oz. I've had him since he was 4 weeks old. He's been more faithful than any man I've ever been involved with. Yes. I carry him in my purse. Yes. I've snuck him to the office where he has slept in a drawer. Yes. I dress him up because it gets cold and he shivers and damnit.. its cute. I recently got a little halo that goes around his head so now the halo sustains the bumps! His name? Mike Tyson. Oh and Iron Mike likes it when I go to the Starbucks drive-thru because they give him a lid filled with whip cream!! Pretty much is the cutest dog every born.

We have four American Bulldogs. They are all my babies, but the big male decided just days after he was born (in my living room floor) that he was mine and I was his. If I leave the shelter where the humans normally congregate, he is right there on my heels. If I go outside the fence without my big metal suit (the truck) he vocally objects. He will start off trying to "talk" me out of it and end up crying or barking. Then he sits there at the fence trying to figure out how to get over it in case I need him. He is such a support to me emotionally. I never doubt that I am his favorite person in the whole wide world and no stepdaughter in the world can push me out of my rightful place in his heart. Makes me wonder why I have a DH when I have my big beautiful bulldog<3

We have a 10 month old orange tabby. Full of personality and kisses. If you're in my house and crying..you will have a cat on your chest washing away those tears. He doesn't approve of anyone being sad, angry, or hurt so he will jump through hoops to make you smile if that what it takes.

Call me a loner but my cat is my best friend. I tell him everything, he acts like he "gets it" then he wants to play. Sort of hard to remain upset if you're animal knows how to redirect you. I keep trying to tell DH that our cat is bugging me for a dog of his own. I just don't want my cat to feel alone when were gone-shhh.

My cat does some tricks, his favorite game, is fetching. He will fetch until he needs to lay down. I recently trained him to fetch nerf gun bullets. He has a hard time seeing the bullet fly past him but he wants to and he keeps trying!

His name is Tarzan. I swear that he lives up to his name too. One minute he looks like he is sound asleep and the next thing you know, there is a cat on your head slowly sliding down as he's trying to hang on. Toddlers are his favorite. He can easily grab onto them and he isn't bothered when/if they grab him by the fur.

When I pick him up and tell him "give mama some luvin", he starts giving me kisses on my chin. Yup he has me wrapped around his little paws and he knows it.

We have 4 Ragdoll cats - 3 girls & a boy.They each have their little quirks & I wouldn't trade them for the world.They rush to the door to greet me when I get home,they curl up next to me in bed & their purring is so soothing.The male is the super chatty one & is also partial to a game of fetch.Girl 1 has an evening ritual where she races upstairs to our bedroom & perches herself on the bedside table & meows for a glass of water (it must be a tall one),girl 2 always rolls on her back & wants her tummy rubbed & girl 3 is the bossiest but the smallest.Can't imagine my life without them.They come when they are called & listen when being told "no" -unlike certain others in this household!

I have two cats (or kippies in Echo-terms :)).

My male cat is 16 and a huge lover-boy, noodle-boy (when you pick him up, he goes limp in your arms like a spaghetti noodle). When I was living on my own and traveling, I would board my cats at a Cat Hotel and the employees there referred to him as their Hugga Bear.

The female came from H. Though she was with H and skid for a while before we met, she bonded with me when we were all living together. Even more so when H and I separated and I had the cats with me. She is not so loving as demented. When people ask what kind of cat she is, I tell them she's half Maine Coon, half demon.

But one of the things that cracks me up is when the male baits the female. She'll be sleeping somewhere and he will creep up on her and slowly, very slowly and quietly reach out with his pimp paw until he's hovering over her back. And he will stand there like that until her kitty senses makes her realize there is a problem. She'll wake up, see him and hiss. That is when he gives her the 10 slap pimp paw treatment and runs away.

He's such an adorable little shit.

I have two adorable rescue cats, both eight years old. My boy is half Maine Coon and my girl is a tabby. They're both super fat and have been on diet food for a year. They refuse to exercise, so they're still fat.

My boy thinks he's dog. He waits by the door for us all to get home. He fetches (when he's so inclined). Big Boy likes beef jerky, but only Jack Link's Original. And he only gets one tiny piece on special occasions.

My girl is super shy and will slink away and hide if anyone comes to the house who doesn't live there. My mom didn't believe me when I said my cat has normal length legs, because she's only seen her slink away on her belly! My little girl likes coffee. She's a weirdo.

DH is allergic to cats, but they were part of my package deal. If I had to put up with his monster children, he could put up with my cats! They don't come in the bedroom and we have hardwood floors, so they really don't bother him. His evil spawn were much more troublesome.