This is Shaggy. He's a soft-coated Wheaten Terrier. We adopted him from the city pound. He is an awesome dog. Sweet and sensitive (I do sometimes call him wimpy) and full of love. He is pictured here with his favorite toy. Actually, tennis balls are the only toy he has any interest in. We found some that squeak, and those are his favorite. He would retrieve the ball for hours if we let him.
Shaggy is the first male dog either my husband or I have had. He also requires the most maintenance. His coat must be combed daily, he needs a bath at least every other week and we get him professionally groomed every six weeks or so. But he is totally worth it.
He is not particularly crazy about DD. After all, she replaced him in the hierarchy of the family. She also chases him, pulls his tail and generally freaks him out. His one escape used to be our bed, but DD has recently learned how to get up there. He does like it when she throws the ball for him, though. And he loves when she feeds him from the table.
This is our kitty cat, R.T. My husband found him as a stray kitten in the parking lot of a local mall, outside a Ruby Tuesday's restaurant. Thus the name. Hubby felt sorry for him and brought him home intending to find a home for him. He did. R.T. is sometimes called A**hole Cat. He can go from being the sweetest, most affectionate cat to a real pain in the rear in 0.3 seconds. But we love him.
R.T. simply amazes us with the patience he has for DD. She pins him to the ground and sits on him if we are not watching closely enough. I have found her pulling him across the wood floor by his tail. He has his claws, and could do serious harm to her if he chose. Yet he takes everything she dishes out with no complaints. And in spite of it all, he is crazy about her.
He actually seeks her out. Loves to be in her room. Even before she was born, they had a relationship. R.T. used to curl up against my pregnant belly and purr. DD would instantly begin to kick right at where his body was. But not hard. Gently. And he would just purr harder.
Animals have been part of my life since I was born. I can't imagine not having a dog. And I always wanted a cat but my dad is allergic, so this is the first time I have been able to have one. I'm glad our daughter will grow up with pets as part of her family.
I can only imagine how many we will have before she grows up and moves out. They will teach her some wonderful lessons. And hard ones. Some I wish she didn't have to learn. But more than anything, they will show her the true meaning of unconditional love.