"Give me a room with a view!"
Travi, the Orange Tabby, started life as an illegal resident of a garden apartment. His windows were covered with paper, and he had to work really hard to pull the paper loose. Suddenly he needed a new home, and luckily his new place had huge sun filled windows.
Watching big cats on TV and live birds on his "Cat TV" (a bird feeder hanging on the family room window) are a few of Travi's favorite activities. Another is climbing onto my shoulders to watch me paint or type. He's a bit of a critic, letting out a low "mreh" at the things he doesn't like.
Buck started early, visiting his first school at just 12 weeks old. He enjoys working with special needs kids, budding readers, and the elderly.
And when Buck noticed that 103 year-old had grabbed his leash, he took her and her wheelchair for a ride she never expected and would smile about for days.
Major works as a therapy dog reading with children at the library. His calm nature and extreme patience make him well suited for the job. It also helps when he's dealing with other Great Danes his family fosters.
The best example of Major's nurturing nature shines when he's dealing with the abandoned kittens who wondered out of a rhubarb bush and adopted Major as their Mommy. He happily accepts sandpaper tongue baths from these tiny creatures whenever they offer them.
Just be careful when it starts to snow. Major loves wrestling his humans into the snow banks and turning chopper mittens into chew toys.
"Call me an outlaw. Call me a protector. Just don't ever call me late for dinner!"
Spencer the Schnoodle, a cross between a Schnauzer and a Poodle, may look all fluffy and innocent and cute. Behind those honey colored eyes lurks the intelligent mind of a willful criminal.
Most days Spencer happily guards his living room window barking at passersby and squirrels, but there are times when he feels a tiny bit rebellious. Several little incidents led him to attending a sleep-away obedience school.
His worst offense could be considered a federal crime. He once ate three books of stamps. (What else was he going to do with them. It's not like a dog can write!)
Lucky for them they found an adorable kitten and instead of making pickles they adopted the tiny tabby and named her Pickles.
This classic or blotched tabby uses her stripes to camouflage herself under the piano bench, where she likes to keep lookout over her family. Pickles once ran on her hind legs, hissing and batting at Grandma to let her know who was in charge.
Despite her humble beginning on the farm, Pickles does enjoy the finer things in life and will only drink fresh water provided on command.
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