House Critters

We have three pets all rescue animals.  Philosophically we believe that there are plenty of pets out there looking for homes and adding rescues to our family is making a small but significant contribution.

We have a five-year old Cairn Terrier we adopted from a local rescue organization.  He is just 15 pounds, but he has the name of a hog, Harley.     Though I never imagined I’d really be enamored with a small dog, Harley has proved me wrong.

Harley is my constant companion.   He is a little trooper who loves to walk with me no matter how far the distance.   He likes to be in the same room with his human but has no interest in being a lap dog, nor putting unreasonable demands on you.   Harley spends most days on an over-sized bed sleeping the day away in my office while I work, but if I head out the door he is a country dog at the drop of a hat.   He always goes with me to do chores not matter the temperature or wind.   He is first the chicken coop and waits patiently while I let my flock out or put them away.   No chasing the birds for this boy, though I would love it if  he could heard them in at night when they were not ready to be put away.

Harley is a shining example of what one can find in a shelter.

We have a one-year old Calico Cat we adopted from a different  local rescue organization.  We call her Abby, crabby Abby some days.

We have always had cats, long before we had dogs.   Each one has been different and Abby is by far our feistiest of cats.  I am not sure if this is because our other cats lived to such an old age, we forgot what a young cat was like, or she is just full of spit and vinegar.  I was her biggest advocate when she was at the shelter and she came into our house only because of me (My husband wanted this monster tom).  In spite of all of that she has decided that she prefers my husband to me.  I am still not reconciled to that choice.   Maybe some day she will decide she can do more than tolerate me.