My Zoo

I spent my night as usual with Jock curled up next to me, Duncan next to him, Sally on my pillow and Spats all over the bed all night.  I go to bed around 8-9 and get up at 6.  I may, if lucky, get 6 hours sleep.  Spats drives me nuts.  Picasso sometimes gets on the bed, but he prefers the big, overstuffed chair in the living room.  He and Van curl up there together.  Missy has the couch.  Might as well as she is slowly eating it anyway.  I refuse to re-upholster while Missy is still here.  I told my daughter that she had better cozy up to her niece because when Missy outlives both me and my daughter, my granddaughter will have to take up the mantel of caring for her.  She is 17 and is not slowing down.  Honey does not want to be anywhere but her crate in her cozy blanket.  I never close the door to the crate and this is her safe spot. I gave it to her as soon as I brought her into the house and she was so little.  She would curl up in that blanket and sleep most of the day away because she was almost starved to death when I found her.  It took awhile for her to put on weight and gain strength and she hasn't slowed down since.  I am so glad I found her even though I was not ready for another dog.  She is so cute and sweet.  I really love my zoo.  All of them..