The Pets

Our pets love Summers of Jay. They get so much more attention than when school is in. Last year, The Summer of Home Projects, was their favorite. Except for the fleas. The fleas were very bad for everyone. But there was lots of attention.
The first picture is Milford. He used to be very aloof, but now he is Mr. Snuggly, and can be quite impatient about getting his needs met. He loves to sit at the window, watch the world go by, and plan his next great escape out the back door. This picture took several tries, because when I would get his attention, he would jump down, hoping I was offering to pet him at the bathroom sink. He hates it when school starts back up.
The next picture is Sydney, aka The Princess. All of our pets have a long list of nicknames, which I think is normal, but may not be true. Sydney is less than half Milford's size, but she can more than hold her own against her brother. They are about 13-years-old. Sydney's loyal subjects try to keep her happy, but it is rarely enough.
Our dog is Beau, also 13-years-old. She is the cutest dog in the world, and the smartest dog in our house. She is the sweetest, unless you are under the age of 8, try to come on our porch, are the mailman, or try to give her a bath, etc. As she ages and slows down, we spoil her more and more. I can't type any more about her without starting to cry.
Our pets keep us grounded. If not for them, I would want to quit our jobs, buy a big van, and travel 8 months out of every year. I would not trade them for anything.

Peace,

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