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Here, in no particular order, are some of my favorite animal photos. Some share my home, some lived outside my home….
Bootsie, named by the shelter we adopted her from when she was wee kitteh, is now 13 years old. After being somewhat mean spirited most of her life she has recently decided to be a lap cat. Or, at least, my-lap.
If you look closely you will notice the baby bobcats in this photo. They, along with Momma bobcat, lived on the roof of the house across the street from where we lived in Arizona. We would see them out on the roof every night for the better part of a summer.
This photo is of the ground squirrel family that lived behind our house, outside the stone wall, toward the arroyo (Arizona mountain rain run off canyon) – which was part of our backyard.
Oliver (2 years old), our daughter’s dog, doing one of his amusing tricks.
Shadow, our 6 year old cat, reclining on the recliner.
If you look closely at this photo you may see the quail family on the stone fence, they are adorable.
Emmy…our son’s dog, and the youngest at 15 months.
On the left, Roxie – our 13 year old lab-red heeler mix. Roxie’s health is beginning to fail, a bit. However on a cold winter morning when there is snow on the ground she reverts to puppy-hood once again. And then we have to give her half of an ascriptin, to ease the aches from arthritis.
Ruby is our eight year old Viszla. We bought her to be my husband’s dog, since Roxie was “my” dog. But somehow after getting Ruby she became my dog and Roxie became my husband’s. It’s a subtle thing, how the dogs chose us, but it’s clear to me where their alliances lie, even as they love both of us, and we love both of them. Ruby is having a bit of hard time adjusting to the cold, after all her fur is very short and she has no undercoat. So she has to wear a sweater – and on really cold days – a blanket/coat like horses wear.
So, a few of my favorite animals….some beloved that share our home, some beautifully wild and outside where they belong.