The Furkids

To know me and to know my family is to know my animals. First and foremost is Abigail.

She's our black lab, now almost 10 years old, I rescued her from animal control when she was four. Calm, loyal, friendly, and wonderfully behaved, she is the ideal pet, and she doesn't mind reminding us, generally whenever any of the other animals are getting into some kind of trouble.

Second is Diesel, our Great Dane. Diesel is three years old in a few days, and he came to live with us when he was one. He excels at guard duty, and insists on walking the perimeter of any room he enters before setting down. He is very loving, and though he is huge, at about 160lbs, he is fairly certain he's a french poodle. He can be prissy, definately demanding, and absolutely devoted to my husband Nick.

And last, but certainly not least, is Pandora. Pandora adopted us when her extrememly pregnant mother literally walked into a former apartment where I lived and decided to stay. Pandora was born under a bunkbed and despite her humble beginnings she has emerged as the queen of our current household. Pandora allows us to live here in the house, provided we pay the mortgage and cater to her every whim. She knocks the "slober twins" (her nickname for the dogs) around when they need it, demands attention when she wants it, and otherwise cruises around supervising our day to day activities. Overall the three of them mesh rather well. We are anxious to see how they deal with a new screaming, squalling addition that should be here in late January.