Fun Monday - Pets Pets Pets

Our Hostess Lisa's Chaos says: 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.

I will tell you about 2 former pets and 2 pets my parents have now. The closet thing we have to a pet right now is 'plant' who is a mix of different philadendron type plants and lives with us. 'Plant' seems very happy right now, and he/she does not potty on the rug, so we're happy with that!

The first pets I will tell you about are my parents 2 black labs, Willie and Cole. They joined the family May '06 as squirmy little 25 lb lumps. They had been living in a grass-free yard with their 9 brothes and sisters. My parents wanted me to go with them to help pick out a dog (no idea why-except that I trained the other 2 dogs that we had so)... anyway, they wanted male dogs as to no puppies later on. My hubby went along as well, and there was a female that danced around my husband a lot, but that was a no go. There was also a skinny little thing that kept putting his paws all over us, loving up to us, etc. My parents were looking for a bigger pup though. So dad told my hubby to pick up the one that was pestering us, and he went up and selected a large headed pup who was snoozing on the porch and ignoring us. They took two! I thought they were nuts, but whatever. I think my mom agreed. Until they got home for a while. We talked about naming them all the way home, mutt and jeff, batman and robin, silly stuff. I personally still call them arf and barf. Not that they barf in particular, it's just something kind of funny. Hey you want me to let arf and barf out?... Anyway, Willie and Waylon is what they were going to be called (after country musicians.. ) but Dad decided he didnt like Waylon after all, so Cole became the big guy's moniker. We had to dump Cole out of the transport finally because he was hiding in there. Kerflump, and he landed. Willie had gotten out and was already exploring his new home, and GRASS for the first time in his life. Willie still climbs all over you and tries to lick you, and Cole is still more reserved. Willie likes to curl up on rugs and stays in the kitchen with mom, Cole lies to hide in his plastic 'carrier' (who can carry an 80ish pound dog anyway)-- or in between the doorways so he can see what's going on, but not be 'in' on the action. They have fairly good manners, and as they are nearing their second birthday, it's even better. They have settled down quite a bit. Here's a pic of the 2 of them 'sharing' a present from my hubby and I - that lasted about a week before it was in pieces and chewed up. Willie's on the left, Cole on the right. More in following posts...