Love this thread. Our four-legged friends are definitely part of the family. This is my princess Bella and I circa 2009. We had to put her down due to cancer in July of 2012 at 9 years old. She went exactly one week before my step-dad lost his battle with cancer. I at least know that she was there waiting for him. Her best buddy Macaroni (we call him Mac). He's about 8 now. He was an accidental dog. Our neighbors left him with us for the weekend after they moved out. They intended to take him to the shelter that Monday. We kept him instead. Glad we did. About 6 months after Bella passed we took a trip to the shelter and found this vicious knucklehead. The fact that they named him "Noisy" at the shelter didn't register until we got him home lol. We named him "Cheesy" and now mostly call him "Richard" (because he's a d***). Hardest dog to train that I've ever had! He's strictly companion. Never taught him to hunt but he no doubt has the instinct. Lastly, there is "Smooshy Ninja." He mostly acts like he's just another dog.