LOL, you have a horde like I do.
They're all adorable. Is Dixie a pit/pit mix? I love to see responsible owners with those breeds (I've met enough irresponsible owners [including the psycho whose pit attacked my Care Bear] to understand why
they have a reputation...which is why I love it when good owners show people that it's not the dog, it's the owner, who decides whether the animal is "good" or "bad"...and the same with Rotts). As for the cats...well, don't they just now they're king/queen of the world? Does Cracker Jax have rott or doberman in him, btw? (I think you told me before, but alas, I haven't had my morning coffee yet, so the memory has no chance...
Here's my furry pack, starting with the Muffin (who is a mutt...a cross of English Pointer [thus the majority of his markings], black lab and Rottweiler)
Muffin at a parade (he's "dressed" as a cow...I figured he had the fur for it, so I would just add a cowbell, LOL):
Muffin at Halloween:
At the campground (the rope collar is a result of some silly pooch seeing a chipmunk run by the campsite, and taking off after it at top speed...and snapping his collar when he reached the end of his line
). Note the docked tail...the crazy backyard breeder that he was rescued from was planning to sell parts of his litter as purebred rotts because half of the litter had rott markings, and must have been hoping he'd "grow into" rott markings so they could sell him too:
Julia/"Care Bear"...I got her last year so Muffin (who I got as a pup) would have a friend, but she's actually older than him:
Wearing her Christmas scarf:
She's a total sweetheart...when I got her, she was 5 years old and had no idea what a toy was, would duck when hands and feet came near her, etc. To this day, if she goes on a tie-out cable, she starts hyper ventilating and whimpering and shaking. :-\ She still loves people, though (dogs' capacity for forgiveness is amazing). She's also very smart, and has done really well in obedience and agility training...I'm planning to show her this February.
As for the felines, this is Zima:
Don't let the innocent face fool you...this cat is anything but.
She was the single most troublesome kitten I have ever heard of, much less dealt with. She chewed through a maple syrup bottle in the cupboard (THAT was a fun mess...), got her lower jaw stuck inside her collar as she tried to chew it off (the one time I tried to fit a collar to her...), ate every house plant I owned, chewed on my shoes and chewed a hole through one of my chairs when she was teething, worships the big cat to the point of driving him out of his mind, etc., etc. Still, she's my baby.
This is more like her on the average day:
This is Snookie, the oldest of them all (the one Zima tortures/worships); he's almost 10 now:
And this is Dusty, who is Muffin's age (his mother, coincidentally, was a stray who lived at my Mom's placec...she sort of "adopted" Muffin when I got him as a pup [he was in a very bad way, starved to the point where he couldn't stand up even to eat, etc.]...to this day, Muffin loves the cats and will defend them no matter what). This cat is almost as bad as Zima...his favorite trick is finding a bag of marshmallows in the cupboard, pulling it out onto the living room carpet, and leaving the carpet covered in marshmallows (seriously...):