Not anymore. But in the household, my mom and sister have three pets: a corgi(Corey), a pomeranian(Cashew) and a cat(Cooper). Since my sister is busy and my mother is disabled, it's up to me to walk Corey and Cashew. I need to make sure Cooper doesn't follow me, since all the walking we do leaves him exhausted. We need to make sure he doesn't get underweight. It can be pretty annoying, since I need to keep two of them on a leash and they often tangle.
I have three cats.
One orange one named Pumpkin, who is lazy to the point of Sans, and knows exactly how to get everyone's goat, if you bother him.
EG: Oh, were you going upstairs? Shame I fell asleep on the steps.
Next is Lisa, a black cat with poor impulse control, who has a habit of stalking/ambushing people.
Finally, a grey cat named Oscar, who is passive aggressive, and a Blood Knight, when it comes to dogs or other animals barking/screeching at him.
They are a handful.
edited 20th Apr '16 6:20:39 PM by RandomWriter413
Elaboration: I used to have two guinea pigs, and a rabbit. The first guinea pig was Chippy, the second was Galileo and the rabbit was some name I don't remember. This was around the same time I returned back to New Zealand. The first guinea pig died for some reason I've never figured out. The other two, I had to give up because I had become allergic to them.
My family adopted two dogs from the county pound in May of last year, I haven't had a dog since I was three years old. They're going to be ten years old a few months from now.
This is Noah- the pound claims he's a Bichon, but we think he looks more like a toy poodle. He's very spunky, likes cuddling and trying to talk to us, and is obsessed with people food. I had no idea a dog could make so many different sounds until I met him. He also uses his paws to try and move things, like he's a cat. I have fewer pictures of him because he'll give me a look as soon as he sees me get my phone out.
This is Riley- he actually does look like a Bichon. When he was with his previous owners, he had a stroke that left him blind. Sometimes, I swear he can see- if I start talking to him, he actually seems like he's making eye contact, and not just looking at my mouth. I almost never hear him make a sound, except when he's barking and growling in his sleep, and he likes belly rubs and will beg for them.
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."