zoo-rific...

...that's my house. A zoo. In more ways than I'd like to admit. In a more obvious way, it's because we are animal lovers. Suckers really. Three of the five animals are pound saves, one cat is from my husband's family farm, and the bunny is from the now closed, gross pet store down the road. I consider her a save as well. I'm pretty sure she agrees. Anyway, pets are a way of life in our household. Maybe more appropriately, pet hair. Everywhere, can't keep up with it, pet hair. It's a good thing we love them and they're cute. There have been many discussions about shaving...basically we're lazy. Really there's only one that I may end up running after with the clippers...she's a hairy mess. I thought they were only supposed to shed a couple of times a year? It seems to me that the dogs just keep trading off shedding cycles...one stops, the other starts. It's a conspiracy I tell ya! They're all in cahoots...all five of them. I can just hear them now..."I know, you go put your head real close to her pillow and watch her flip out...and I'll rub up against those nice black pants..." (insert evil laugh here) Black pants are things of legend around here. How fast can you put them on and run out the door? It's a challenge, really. I'm beginning to realize that they might be able to make a reality show out of our house. No one would last very long. Only the strong survive around here. So, here are the lot of them...our other children. Yup, suckers, that's what we are!

Savannah -- the oldest (just don't tell her she's old, she hasn't realized it yet)

Caylee -- the shedding fiend

Josie -- the farm find

Simon -- my love bug

and BunBun -- yes, I swear, that's her name