Colby- My Nanny and Pawpaw had a cat named DC (D@mn Cat) for close to 20 years. He *adopted* them (umm my Pawpaw fed it) and got his name because my Pawpaw would say "Go away D@mn Cat" when my Nanny was around. My Pawpaw loved animals, but didn't want her to know he was adopting the kitten himself!
Boots is a doll. I love Boxers and Rotts, what a precious baby!
Our DC got her name similarly. My mom's (unaltered) Siamese was the mother, and DC was a horrible little kitten. Every time she got near my mom, she'd do something totally obnoxious like climb up her legs Needless to say it wasn't long before she was adorned with her name.
Boots is a big baby. She curls up in what must be doggy fetal position all the time. She loves to run, tongue flapping in the wind
This is Jack, my four and a half year old Australian Shepherd. He is my running/hiking/snow-shoeing buddy who loves nothing better than riding in the back of my pick-up, or chasing his Frizbee, or his ball, or his squeaky toy. Nope, he's not spoiled either!
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Four wheels move the body, two wheels move the soul.