Lola and Cheva are our "guard dogs". They act awful fierce if htere is a stranger (or thunder) aothough around us they are nothing but playful and full of smiles. Lola (our mutt dog) likes to play tag with our sheep and cat, while Cheva, our rotweiler and soon to be mom, is a definite animal attacker. Right now she is tied up for eating a baby lamb. She also has managed to barge into the house and attack our monkey twice. Thankfully our monk has good luck... a few squeals and a lot of slobber and all is well.
Joey our cat is super unique. Never before have I seen a cat whose favorite place is on top of a girls head. He loves hair. At any given moment he'll leap onto your back, place his front paws on your head with his claws tangled in your hair and rest his head on top of your own. His other favorite past times are exploring outside, and playing games with the monkey.
Our monkey, Frankie (just because) ASUito(little wow and the initials for Andrews, Southern, and Union) Gordon (after gordon hospital our last clinic group) is a riot. He's super clingy and when he isn't climbing on the rafters, taunting the dogs or cat, or keeping our environment bug free he is sure to be found perched on a shoulder or curled up in a lap. He is soo people dependant. He loves to be curled up with one of us while holding your finger just like a baby. Although he is a bit smelly and can be a pain when he steals the food right from in front of your mouth, he's a wonderful team addition. Changing his diaper and bath time are always great adventures... he squeals like he did when he was Cheva food... youd think being clean was painful. He loves to play with pens while I am journaling... I don't know if you have ever tried it but writing with a monkey attatched to the end of your pen is quite an impossible task. He chirps like a bird and purrs like a cat, but no typical monkey sounds come from our monkabunk.
The two frogs are our toillette buddies... every time thei toilette is flushed they practically jump out. They are no longer surprising although the first time it scared me quite a bit. Now the worry is when one of us accidentally flushes one... that has been known to cause quite a rucus.
Lastly the 13 sheep (there were 14 but Cheva was appearantly hungry) They are a result of the money from cheva's first litter of puppies... who knows, maybe she was resentful...anyways each night before we got to bed someone has to count sheep and put them away... kind of ironic, but none the less true.
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