Right now we are down to only 3 pets who own us.

Amy--a German Shepherd mix we adopted from the shelter--she's about 3 now and never met a person she isn't certain will absolutely adore her. She likes to lean against your leg, lure you to pet her, and then slowly slide down your leg, turning slightly as she goes, so she eventually ends belly up with your foot under her neck to make a nice pillow.

Stella--a 5 month old white and mackerel kitten who was bottle fed from 2 days old and thinks she is a human being. She crawls under the covers to sleep with me at nigh, and talks constantly. Chirps, meows, chortles, squeaks, purrs. Very expressive young lady, she is.

Nu-Nu a rather cranky, largish goldfish my son won at a carnival when he was 4 years old. That makes Nu-Nu about 9. He was my son's first fish, and has out-lived all of the ones who came after--most of whom probably died from the stress of sharing a tank with Nu Nu. He is a bit arrogant.

Nu-Nu's life has gotten much more exciting recently. Stella the cat would love to have him for supper, and occasionally goes fishing with one paw through the gap in the tank cover where the filter is. Nu-Nu does not seem to quite as arrogant as he was before Stella came.

Janie