Duuuude.


Your dog has a vest.

Aw man. I wish we had Decemberween parties over here. That looks so flippin' sweet!
Which reminds me I haven't checked the SBemail in forever...

I don't have a good camera, but know that at the base of my back is an adorable, smooth, warm, purring little thing that loves me the best out of anything else in the whole world. My dearest Snorcher. May the FHIV stay dormant until you're 1000000000013110414 years old.

Those baby chicks are adorable. I tried to raise baby chicks a year or two back but the eggs we were given weren't fertilized.


I don't have any pictures of my cat Motzi at the moment, but I really like her. She's the exact opposite of Piro, though. For an entire month, she was scared to death of everything. She would only very seldom leave underneath the couch. The amount of progress she's made since then is incredible. I see her all the time and she's always happy to receive attention. She even let my friends pet her the last time they were over!

My brother says that Motzi always been that way, just like how Piro was always so hyper. I wonder how they would compare when fending for themselves in the wild?

..Does that work? I hope so.

YANYAN. My puppy. Daww. Actually, he's at least 6.




I don't ever recall him actually being this calm.





Daw.


*Links for big pictures*


But then I shaved him. Its kinda like, over 100 and stuff everyday, so I don't want him to die and all. D:


This isn't my dog, but it seems to think it is. D:


AHHHHHHHHH



I had another dog, but I had to give her away because of so many complaints. (She smelt like HELL.) We gave her to a rancher who could put her on his land, and not worry about the VICIOUS odor that she gave off. (She had some weird kind of problem we could NEVER get figured out.)
Soon after, we saw a thing from the area where we gave her off too. They said they caught the chupacabra on tape. ....we're... we're pretty sure it was her. D:

That might explain why yanyan was SO FREAKED OUT about her. Seriously, if you google chupacabra, the real specimens look like her, but she had a bit less than half her hair left. (Uhh, those pictures might be freaky cause the specimens are like, dead. D: But yeah... She looked like that.)

I miss my goat sucker.

Michael Phelps, Esquirrel (rescucaptured squirrel numbah two):







The purple stain on my hands is from Blue Skin, an antiseptic we put on one of the new chicks after she got mercilessly pecked by the older girls. :< The grin is from the squirrel. The goofy squinted face I get from my dad.

My kitty, Thumbelina:



She ran away last week but our neighbor caught her for us after 2 days.  She wanted free. :/

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I've become one of those people who films their pets and puts them on youtube. How shameful.


Puppies!

More Puppies!

omg the puppies!

So many puppies!

My flounder's there.
Right there.
Chillin with marimo.


(I'd have taken closer up, but, uhh, that pic's underwater. So keep that in mind.)

Here is mah new kitty. Her name is Miranda.

I haz a calico kitteh. Her name is Cleo.



Her favorite things to do are watching birds and hogging my bed at night.

FERRETS FERRETS AH LUHV FERRETS!!! They're so bouncy and hyper and delightfully frightening!

Speaking of which, here's my pet Madagascar hissing cockroach.



Gir helps me teach kids about insects. The small black spots located on the thorax and abdomen expel rapid bursts of gas, which enables them to make hissing sounds to scare away predators. They are the only known species of insect to do so. Their hiss can also be used as a form of communication: to note a disturbances, to start a fight, and to attract feisty lady cockroaches.

He likes climbing, hiding in dark places, perching, and the works of Franz Kafka

Also, here's muh dawg.

One of my cats, Tiger, last Halloween 0w0

I sort of need to post this. I'm still not at peace. Please forgive me.


Over a decade ago, she chose me.

We were picking out potential new cats from some lady, and when this cat came around, she snuggled right next to me. Shadow picked me.



Always quite skittish, but still quite amazing. She took quickly to one of the other cats, who took her under his wing. He was so dedicated to her. Shadow, he and I always cuddled together. She went right under my arm. Perfect fit.



When I would come home from college, on the weekends for laundry, she never left my side. She made all the worries disappear and made me feel loved.



A little less than an hour ago, I took her to the vet. It wasn't great news. Liver cancer. She hadn't been retaining muscle mass, and wasn't in great shape. Now she is gone. I will never again hold her like I used to. My girl won't be greeting me at home anymore.



In Memoriam - Shadow: Florence's Little Girl (Mid 2001 - February 12, 2013)