Chylee was given to me as a present from my parents. They rescued her from a local shelter. Boy, was I ever so greatful. I have never had a dog as loyal, caring, and faithful as she was. I truly miss my little girl but I will always remember the wonderful years we had together.
Brittany, my cat who thought he was supposed to be a dog. He came when called, sat on command, begged for food, and was very social. Being raised with dogs, he decided to join them instead of running away. Brittany's name comes with a story: everyone, including the vets, thought he was a little girl. His tesicals never dropped, thus a spay turned into a neuter. When I picked him up from the vets office, I was surprised to find out he was a he. By then, he knew his name and it stayed.
