Three Dogs: Duke, Rosie (sister's dog) and Buddy
Two cats: Skootz and Butters
Two chickens: Juice Box and Winnie
A school of fish (not pictured, due to their lack of names and inability to look cute in pictures).
Future plans include adding two goats, three more chickens and a pig to the mix. Caring for animals is a giant pain in the ass, but try saying no to this face.
I can say with confidence that Duke is more hardcore than the average dog. When he was six months old he chased after me while I was riding on a bike and he bit at the spokes of the bike tire. This "fun game" broke the roof of his mouth, resulting in a set of horizontal front teeth. Duke stopped for a second, shook his head spraying blood everywhere, and then he ran across the yard to get his ball. That dog loves his ball.
Buddy (the oldest member of the family) provides a special touch of awkwardness to the dog pack. Here he is after submerging half of his body into a freshly dug up mole hill. Buddy, like all members of our family, hates moles.
Their new best friend is Rosie. She is not the smartest canine, but she has a big heart. She has recently learned how to follow the big dogs when they play catch, and bark at everything that moves, including falling leaves. I'm not looking forward to fall.
Skootz is a hardcore hunter. He is a fierce powerhouse that will hunt and catch anything that strikes his fancy. The list includes, but is not limited to: birds, rabbits (full sized and baby), moles, rats, mice, shrews, snakes, moths, frogs and squirrels. He is also hardcore lazy. After a night of hunting and binging on rabbit, he crawled up to the top of his palace and slept for about 12 hours. When he woke up, he was too lazy to go outside, so he just leaned over the side of the cat palace to purge. He is also very conscious about his figure.
|When Tyra says fierce you give her fierce|
Case in point:
Mike and I walk out the backdoor and surveyed the yard, but something in the snowball tree made us stop and look closer.
What is that little orange spot in the tree you ask? Oh yeah, that is our creepy-ass cat, awkwardly perched in the tree starring at us.
I WISH I had some awkward chicken pictures. Like one of Juice Box pooping all over Mike when he tried to put her back in her yard (true story). Instead I have an egg picture. Can you tell which eggs were bought at the store, and which egg came from Juice Box?
The difference isn't only in the color and size. Juice Box and Winnie eggs also taste 1000 times better, but unfortunately those lazy bitches have only been laying about one egg per week. Time to get more chickens!