Role Call!

Here is my little family.  Travis and I have been married for almost 7 years, and Cooper is less than a month away from his first birthday.  And I can't believe how fast his first year has gone!  

This is Rex.  I met Rex 4 years ago, when he spent all of his time in a small little kennel behind the parking lot of my office.  He was a pathetic sight, this great big lump who barely moved, and would try and press himself against his kennel fence to get pet.  So when his owner said, "Do you have a dog?  Do you want one?", I immediately accepted and then went home to tell Travis of our pending adoption!  (maybe the wrong order to do things)  When we went and picked him up, and let him out of his kennel, he was so full of energy that I thought "oh no, what have I agreed to?"  I had assumed that the lethargic dog had to be at least 10 years old, but he was actually still in his puppy stage.  And now at age 7 or 8, I don't think that puppy stage is going away.  He is 100 pounds of slobbery, idiotic, hyper love, the only problem is that he has no idea how big he is, and his brain cells are spread a little too thin...  

Travis says Izzy is my little furry soulmate; mostly because she likes to hide under the covers and lay in front of the heat vent to keep warm.  She is my little shadow, and always desperate for attention.  So far she hasn't figured out that she needs to move out of the way of Cooper's little grabby hands, so she gets her fur pulled regularly.  

Badger was found on a mountain, hiding in a badger hole, and brought to me in my then no-cats allowed apartment by my dad.  He gets into everything, and thinks that there is not a single place in the house where he should not be allowed.  If he were not an inside cat I don't know that he would last very long, he'd find trouble really fast outside.