Rooster Ties' thread about his new cat made me think it was time for us to post some pics and talk about our pets, past and present.
So here's our pug, Toby. We got him in '79 and he died in '93.
He was nuts. Loved to chase trains and cars. Loved to have our daughter dress him up in her baby vests and pants. Loved to get her soft toys. Couldn't be punished effectively. You'd get mad at him - especially our daughter when he got her toys - and he'd apologise handsomely. Then do it again. And again.
He used to sleep in the kitchen. Every evening as it turned dusk, he'd sit there in his bed looking out of the window at the street light outside, barking for it to come on. Then, when it did, he'd leap out of bed, barking furiously for half a minute, then put himself to bed.
MG