My cup now runneths over with peen.
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Also known as Max, Maxie, Maxie-Laxie, and Maxie-Pad (that's Mom, not me). He is the baby of the family, acquired when some useless, pathetic jackoff dumped him in a broken carrier in my neighbor's sideyard. He is what is called a Deer Chihuahua, which basically means he's tall, long-legged, and doesn't have the mooshed-in face of traditional Chihuahuas. When we found him, he was almost completely bald from a really atrocious case of mange, but as you can see, this boy is healthy and gorgeous.
His interests include cuddling with his humans, eating anything and everything (even if it moves first), playing with his numerous toys as well as his boys Boo and Elmo, and being so fucking cute sometimes it is positively ridiculous. When he gets frustrated and starts doing that growl/talky thing? Seriously, people, I'm a puddle of absolute goo. GOO.
He also goes by Elmo, Elm, Elmie, or Schmo. We adopted him this past summer as a companion for Max. He's a Schipperke/Chihuahua mix. Schipperkes were once used on barges back in the day because they are noisy as hell and quite ferocious despite their insubstantial size. Like most small dogs and especially those of Schipperke-lineage, Elmo does not let a little thing like the fact that he is 10lbs. soaking wet get in the way of kicking some ass and taking some names. Just ask our vacuum cleaner. The Black Monster (that's the vacuum so named by the dearly beloved Misty Sue) could tell some tales of his mighty bark and ferociousity.
His interests include food, barking lots and lots, and enjoying being totally badass in all sorts of adorable tops and sweaters. In this pic, he is wearing his navy blue and burgundy hoodie (yes, it actually has a hood and the front pocket).
Or just Boo for short. I found him when I was out one Saturday night walking Misty Sue. My upstairs neighbor's devil son threw him from about halfway down the stairs into the bushes, and for the first time in my life, I actually yelled and cursed out a child. When I went looking into the bushes, Boo, thinking I was the kid, tried to burrow deeper, but I managed to wrangle him free. He is nearly twelve now, and he is my bud, my main squeeze. He's my dog, yo. It probably helps that he is convinced he is part dog having been raised by Misty Sue since he was a little less than a year old. Despite their rocky start (he used to climb up on top of her bunky and tease her in addition to swatting at her with his mighty claws), she became his mama and best friend. Since we've had Max and Elmo, it has really been a renaissance of the old Boo. He plays as if he's a baby again. He, Max and Elmo can spend hours out in the backyard together, chasing each other around, or just lazing about like the lapdogs they are. He also has this hilarious habit of doing what can only be described as a monkey man routine, flying about the house complete with a sideways gait and curved tail, after he takes a poo. It is HILARIOUS.
His interests include being outside, laying on window sills looking outside, lots of crunchy treats, high places, and sleeping.
Now, as some of you may or may not know, I also have another cat, a girl named Priss. She is much like the Yeti, rarely seen and a little bit scary. Needless to say, photographs of her? Not so much.
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