Hunter
Spoiled rotten brat. That's what I call him. He was rescued from the pound. I went to see what they had and he looked at me. Those eyes! Yup... those eyes... that’s what got me. He chose me. I walked down the little path by the cages and he was sitting there with his nose pressed against the chicken wire, looking up at me. He was dropped off by a lady just 30 minutes before. Apparently her ex husband thought it would be fun to give his two month old son a beagle puppy for Christmas. Then he divorced the mother. Needless to say, she was not able to control the baby and the dog so I got lucky. He was not fixed and only 6 months old at the time. I paid for his surgery and went to pick him up on a Friday afternoon. Poor thing was all dizzy from the anesthesia. He crawled on the back seat and then on my couch when we got home. He looked so helpless and sad. I cuddled him until he fell asleep. The very next morning things were very different. He was all better and in discovery mode. After he sniffed every inch of my house, he claimed one of my sofa cushions as his new day bed. Half of my king size bed became his. My half... whichever half I chose to sleep in somehow was his for that night. He gets mad when I make him move.
He came potty trained and in need of a lot of attention. He has to be wherever I am. If I watch TV, he watches TV; if I sit at the computer he drags his cushion next to my desk and lays there. If I am eating, he begs... boy does he beg... he is very good at it too. I am a pushover; I know....
He is a sweetheart though. Wakes me up sometimes very gently rubbing up against me. Sometimes he barks at a shadow in the window and almost gives me a heart attack. And sometimes I just wake up with a funny feeling on my stomach. I look at him while he sits there, tongue hanging out, tail just a wagging and that certain gleam in his eyes. I used to think it was cute how he would watch me sleep until I discovered how sticky my leg was. Apparently the little bugger has been dating my leg while I slept, and they seem to have a very passionate relationship. Now I have to wrap my legs with the covers if I want to keep my dignity.
Lucy
So I was working one night and a friend asked me if I wanted another pet. Apparently someone she knew had this little guinea pig and her kids were not very good at keeping her fed or happy. I decided maybe I could give her a better home. So the next night she shows up with this little fur ball in a cage. I took it home and stuck her in my office. I picked her up and fell in love. She is very affectionate when the right mood strikes her. As time has passed by she has learned to scream at me for not delivering her lettuce on time. She will eat constantly if you let her. Hunter thinks she is a "PEZ" dispenser. When he gets too close she shoots out a little pellet and starts making a loud noise. Now the dog thinks that if he licks her, she will give him a prize every time. I know its gross and I should not allow it to happen but it’s too damn funny to stop.
Lately she has been getting very picky with what she wants me to bring to her. If I deliver a carrot stick, she will turn up her nose at it and come back to the cage's door looking at me like I am an idiot. So I then run to the kitchen, arms flailing, and grab her a piece of celery, which she takes a bite of then looks at me funny again because it’s not soft enough. Now I just make a burrito salad for her. A whole lettuce leaf with a stick of celery and 2 carrot sticks all wrapped nice and tidy. She seems to like that best and I don’t have to keep running back and forth to the kitchen.
Update 07/14/2010
Today I was screamed at because the green beans I delivered were not up to par with what she has become accustomed to. I was sent back to the kitchen to get some lettuce but I had none. I tried to fool her majesty with some carrots instead but she saw right through my weak attempt at preserving my life. Inmediately I was told where to stick the carrots and sent to the store. It has not been a very good day for princess PIG!
Cane
You might get a chuckle out of this story.
So this morning I am trying to prepare a sandwich for breakfast. I pulled my Cuban bread (which I have been fantasizing about the whole night before). I put it on the counter and turned to get the cheese from the fridge. A split second later I turned around and the bread was gone. So was Cane. I start running around the house looking for him and he had climbed on the bed, hidden under the covers with his brother and they were actually sharing my loaf of bread. Any other time they would be fighting for a bone or a treat or whatever was around but not this time. He stole the bread and ran to the bedroom where his brother was, to share it with him knowing I was going to yell at both of them. I was ready to let him have it until I lifted the covers and was greeted by two stuffed mouths and 4 sad eyes. You would think they were being starved to death. I took away as much of the bread as I could get away from them (it wasn’t much since they went on speed feed mode) and they were severely punished. Well... I started laughing and did not jump in the bed to wrestle with them. So there! I was cruel.
I guess Hunter is getting older now and he knows what he can and can't get away with. But this one is a total spaz. He has eaten my comforter, my love seat, my couch, my cushions, my towels, and everything he can get his teeth on. I know Hunter did it too but this time around I seem to find a lot more material all over the floor when I come home after leaving them alone for a couple of hours. I had him fixed thinking it might slow him down. He had my chair's cushion while recovering from surgery.
He has boundless energy and a great disposition. So I think he is a keeper. Now if I could only get him to stop eating my furniture...