This is how I affectionately refer to our pets. The fur balls. We have one dog and three cats. Each is very unique and tries our patience in a way that is totally their own.
Beau Bear the golden retriever who is extremely upset if dinnertime is not actively touching him. He also had no manners. We’re working on that.
We have Bella, the small one who often disregards our rules and has no appreciation whatsoever for my wife’s undying love and affection. She thinks the world revolves around her.
We have Brisa who is more than a little eccentric and aggressively affectionate when she wants to be.
And then there’s Mumford. He is a happy-go-lucky adventurer with little concern (much less fear) for what occurs. Attempts to teach him manners and rules are useless. He is the most care free, fearless cat I have ever seen.
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Absolutely love it! I remember seeing Mumford laying on Beau Bear’s pillow, and I LOVE the one of him under the blanket! I’ve picked out a theme for my blog, Kyle. I was going to get it going this evening, but cars took over my life. See you Monday! Maybe we’ll meet at Jackson Coffee Co for some out of the house work time?