We had a beagle when I was too young to remember - Skipper. The only way I know that is there is a picture of me with him, but I don't remember him at all. Then for the longest time we had no more pets, then we moved to a big house in the country. The people we bought the house from were moving into town, so they left their dog for us - Fuzzy, a sheepdog mix. Then Fuzzy died, don't remember why, just remember finding her dead one morning. The night before I was eating graham crackers and fed her some and I felt so guilty because I thought I gave her too many and the graham crackers killed her, I think I was 10. Then shortly after that my dad brought home a purebred Old English Sheepdog puppy. She was *the* cutest puppy I had ever seen and we all fell in love with her immediately. Since she was a purebred we registered her and came up with the name "Lady Fezziwig of Hanson Hill" - Fuzzy for short (evidently we liked that name ). As I was an older teen and into my early 20's, we started having kittens, but for one reason or another they never lasted very long. I'm sure the busy highway nearby had plenty to do with that. Then when I moved out I had a couple of kitties, Elma who had kittens and we kept Mittens (he had the *biggest* paws and was the most adorable kitten) and one other little girl from the litter but I can't remember what we called her. She was so timid. The people downstairs had dogs and the dogs would play with her and she would just curl up in a little ball, not fight back or anything. She always ended up all full of dog drool so we always made sure to keep an eye on her when we let her out. Then I broke up with that boyfriend. He got Elma and the little girl and I took Mittens, who was subsequently killed on the highway by my moms house - I was devastated. He was the coolest cat, and huge! Then I was petless for a few years as I lived in apartments that didn't allow pets and finally bought a house and got Tubby shortly after that. About 2 years later I got Peanut and that's been it since then. And thankfully, here I am 15 years later with the same two who are still going strong. *ALMOST* got an addition to the family the other day though. Terry has a customer who keeps his kitty in the office because he has two others at home that were beating this one up all the time so he brought it to the office to keep it safe. Terry said it is the cutest, sweetest little thing - although he thinks its about 14 years old too - and he had to leave before he broke down and brought the kitty home. I said he would fit right in with our oldsters. Seems I *almost* got him to break down and go back and get him, but no such luck. Darn!