Our neighbor was offering to give us a 10 month old Doberman Pinscher. He was the most beautiful thing. All slick, shiny coat, slim, all muscles. Spirited, very alert, the way he stood and looked around just screams out the hunter's blood in him. You should have seen him. You could tell he was going to grow up to be a very beautiful dog. Fell in love with him the moment I saw him (eventhough he barked at me because he hates cats and I was wearing the jacket my cat had used as her bed the previous night).
Really, really wanted him. But couldn't. Ah well. I figure if I'm going to feel like crying just because I couldn't get this dog then it's just as well. As I'll probably be completely heartbroken later on in life.
And because I squee over my cat all the time (I do this over AIM, for those unfortunate of you to be victims of it), but have never posted pics of her before, I thought I finally would. She's fat for a Siamese, and she's the love of my life. ♥
( Calyx deciding that my jacket made a good makeshift bed. )She's not actually allowed to sleep on the bed or couch, and she normally doesn't. Except she ignores all that when it's cold and she wants to be warm. She sneaks into my bed on cold nights and curls by my feet, or she sleeps on my pillow. I once woke up to find her sprawled on my pillow, with my own head somehow being displaced in the process. Alright, I also woke up once to find her sprawled over my neck, sleeping like a kitten while I inhaled cat fur. I had a fever at the time, she must have loved the warmth. -_-