The Furry Collective

 My furry collective... yep. They get their own page. 

Micro the Major

Micro is a dachshund beagle mix. She's 14 years old. We call her Major Micro because everything she does she does it in a major way. She was named Micro because when we first got her she was the smallest dog in the house, so we referred to her as the micro dog and she started coming to us when we said that so she named herself. 

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Penny the Worrier

Penny is a collie-terrier mix. She's 8 years old. She's a bit of a spook, and all goof. She belonged to my mother who passed away a few years ago. She's a sweet and gentle girl, but excitable, anxious and a big jumper. As you can see, concerned Penny is concerned. Are you ok? 

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Zombi the Doom Harbinger

Zombi is 8 years old and brother to Gobi. He loves horror movies and killing his brother. He's a lovey boy, except when he's not... you know, typical cat stuff.

Gobi the Claw

Gobi is 8 years old and brother to Zombi. He's a sweetheart, but a bit of a bi-polar kitty. One moment he's fine and super lovey, the next he's freaked out and gone. He unfortunately doesn't know how to retract his claws.

Mizu the Stormborn

Mizu (the Stormborn) is our newest little kaiju. She was lost in a storm and nearly drown in a puddle if not for the quick thinking of my neighbor friend, Mizu would not be here today. Mizu is japanese for puddle and don't let her innocence fool you, she's a kaiju through and through.

She's got diabetes and her back legs don't work so good, but she's got the heart of a lioness. She's a cranky old soul who hates most everything, except wet food... she like wet food... and lunch meat.

Cloe the Happy-go-lucky

She came out of nowhere, hopped into my arms and cried, "I'm home."  She's a good kitty, good fly catcher and nothing bothers her one bit. 

This one is a clown, she's undeterred by most everything and loves to annoy everyone and climb the walls as a hobby.

Belle The Angel

Belle was the single best thing that had ever happened to my family. She was more than a dog, more than a friend, more than an angel. She had a soul and personality of her own. I know folks say that about their favorite dogs, but I honestly believe she was more than her physical form. When we lost her it was like the world ended that day. She wasn't just a dog, but an entire limb and even though she's not here physically, sometimes you can still feel her. 

She brought out the best in everyone and loved kids. She hated punks and was the best napping buddy. She loved traveling and being outside in general. She was the best dog.

She was a beautiful soul and is a beautiful soul now, beyond the rainbow bridge chasing butterflies and licking my mom's toes. Hopefully, some day I'll see them both again.