I myself have three dogs, four cats, and two leopard geckos, and would have more animals if I was allowed. (I’d have a whole zoo if I could lol) I love each and every one of my animals, and would never do a thing to hurt them....

Max is my golden retriever and Chow, and I got him from my Grandma Jeanine. She broke her hip and couldn’t take care of him anymore. But Max has had far worse conditions....
Before my Grandma had him my Daddy had him, and before that his first (I guess his first) Owners had left him on someone’s porch with a bowl of water. He had been abused and mistreated, and was afraid of everyone who tried to touch him. Max still has issues with people petting him, but he’s gotten so much better. He is sometimes people aggressive, usually because he is scared of them. (then there’s the mailman lol) All I have to say about his people aggresion is this: always trust your dogs judgement. I’ve found most of the people Max barks at are notorious for NOT being a good bunch.

Theda-Theda originally came from the pound. My friend’s dad just dropped her off at there house and left, and Theda’s a BIG GIRL. She’s not a giant, but was obviously going to get too big for a family with a mother that has bad knees and a three year old. We were dogless at the time, and mom said we could have her. Theda is truly the first dog that was really mine, and I love her to peices. I remember when she was little how I taught her to walk the stairs...

Lucky-Lucky was a tiny tiny runt kitten that was so small he fit in a hat. Some boy was trying to sell him, and he came to our doorstop. It was pouring down rain and here is this tiny, squeaking kitten in a hat. So I asked mom and she said no because we already had a cat. The that boy said he’d throw Lucky down the sewer!! I cried, and a long story short, mom took Lucky from the boy.

Sagwa-Sagwa was rescued from the pound as a tiny kitten. She got sick, and my mom nursued her back to health.

Oliver and Amos-Ollie and Amos are my dad’s cats, and he got them from a friend trying to get rid of her litter of three cats. I almost got him to take the third, but he said that he couldn’t have more then two. The third kitten went to another of my Daddy’s friends.

Buford-Big Buuuuuf. Daddy got him from my Grandma Jeanine too, when she couldn’t take care of him...(he’s a big boy too)