American Eskimo dog. Rescued on her last day at the shelter in 1999 and currently thirteen-ish going on two-ish; I never saw a dog before that got more feisty and playful as she got older. She runs everyone's lives, and she's an incorrigible garbage thief and squirrel-killer but she's a great dog miniature person in an expensive-looking fur coat and we don't know what we'll do with ourselves when she's gone.

My brother has the creepy genius cat. Opens doors, thinks of new ways to test all the rules, that sort of thing. He was a creepy EVIL genius cat for the first year and a half of his life but is finally settling down and becoming somewhat personable.