The Boos

John's favorite Bradley moment I think is when I jumped on him after his janky leash disconnected from his collar. I read somewhere that Beagles, once off leash, will run like the wind once they catch a scent. That darn nose! And I didn't want to loose my Bean so I tackled him like a 350-lb. lineman.

We adopted Bradley in the summer of 2005.  He found him on Craigslist of all places.  I had been asking John if we could adopt a dog for the longest time and trolled around the web looking for Beagles every single day.  When I found him, I immediately called about him to get some specifics.  John promised to go visit him the next day since the place where he was being housed was fairly close to where he worked at the time.  He called me at work and told me “if you see him, you’ll want to take him home.”  I sped over after work and the rest food-snatching, crotch-sniffing, blankie-humping history.

She used to have shortie legs when she was little. But around Christmas-time of 2007 she she grew these long-ass supermodel legs. John said he always wanted a fast dog - well he got one.

Macy came along the summer of 2007.  Another Craigslist find.  We took Bradley to Tahoe for one last only-child-hurrah that Memorial Day weekend and when we got back, the first thing we did was drive to the valley to pick her up.  She and her momma and littermates (there were 5 of them) were surrendered to the pound because their irresponsible former-owners didn’t care enough to get the momma fixed and now they didn’t want to take care of all these dogs.  Good thing a dog rescue bailed them out of there.  She was the most rambunctious of the bunch – jumping all over the couches and running up and down the stairs when we came by.  You’d think that we’d pick another, more calm pup from the bunch because of that, but we couldn’t resist that little sassy face.

I believe she thinks she a dog. She digs and rolls around in the dirt, scrogs the bedsheets, and begs for food right along side the dogs when we're eating.

Wednesday was completely unplanned.  We (jokingly) promised Bradley a pet cat once we bought a house because he’s always so curious about them (not sure if he wants to smell or eat).  She came into the family right around Halloween, and being a black cat, we named her after Wednesday Addams.  My mom and dad heard her crying in their back porch, all by her little lonesome, and brought her in and fed her cereal.  CEREAL!  My dad knew that I’d take her in a heartbeat but John took a little convincing.  She was so little when we found her, right around 5 weeks and just a pound – definitely not supposed to leave her momma cat yet.  She’s gotten bigger now and is a spicy one.  She once scared the bejeezus out of our friend’s German Shepherd.  She wrestles with Macy all the time.  And she’s a little love bug.  In the mornings, she likes to climb up on the bathroom hamper while I’m getting ready for work and cry until I pick her up.  Then I’m in for purrs and rubs.  I never knew cats could be so loving. Definitely a “cat person” now.