Peavey is as old as my daughter. Twenty-one beautiful years old. I adore this queen.Khaleesi is affectionately known as “psycho,” “asshole cat,” and “stop doing that.” She’s feral. She owns me.This is my Raven. She’s the most sensitive dog I’ve ever met. She allows me to go NOWHERE alone. She could be a therapy dog, if she didn’t need so much therapy, herself.This is my pit bull, Nala. She’s only slightly more ridiculous than her mom.Khaleesi, the she demon, has moments of being insanely adorable. I have never left the house unnoticed by Raven and Nala. I’m their sun, moon, and human mattress.When I die, should Heaven not be what I believe it to be, I hope I come back as my own dog.This photo accurately sums up what the dynamics are between Khaleesi and Nala. They’re best friends who adore torturing one another. My sous chefs have had dog beds moved into the kitchen. They have a strict union representative and I was forced to comply.At the end of the day, these guys are all good friends. They allow me to observe them. I am a big fan!
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