From time to time, I may mention my dog or cat either in passing or in some elaborate drama surrounding their undeniable cuteness, amazing physical feats, or just their everyday laughable idiosyncrasies. I’m a typical proud mama… Here’s a brief introduction:
Rockette is our miniature schnauzer. Rockette is a girl, just in case the beard and moustache throw you off.
She is socially awkward with strangers and other dogs and prefers the company of cats. She’s well trained and can perform some pretty cool tricks. Sometimes we refer to her by other names when we have a momentary lapse in memory; for convenience sake I may refer to her as ‘the dog’, ‘doggo’, ‘shithead’…
Furla is our Bengal cat.
She’s not the snuggly, cuddly lap cat I had hoped for. But she’s gorgeous, has a funny ‘wild’ personality and loves me implicitly in her own cat way. I may refer to her as ‘the cat’, ‘catto’, ‘sweetie pie’ or ‘little shit’.
If you’re keen to see more of these characters, they actually have their own Facebook page at Rockette & Furla… yeah, I know what you’re thinking… whatever.
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