My little furry family.

 This is the love of my life. He supports me, encourages me, and has my back through thick and thin. It may sound cliche but he is my best friend and I will always love him. Christopher you are my everything. And your not that furry... I promise!

The is French Fritz. He tries to talk to us ALOT but we never know what he is saying. He yells at us when we are eating Tuna, and he steals chicken off our plates.  He tries to rule the house and loves to chase Louie around.  Although he ruins our furniture with his claws, we still love him to bits!

And may I introduce you to King Louie. Even though Fritz chases him around the house and he is the definition of a "scaredy cat",  I still think he is majestic like a king. He loves feet and we tend to trip over him in the morning. Louie is sooo furry and probably the biggest cat you will ever see... well besides the fake image of the man holding his 50 pound orange cat that everyone got over e-mail in 2001. He is my love bug.

  And last but not least its my little kickstand, bum thumb, cinnamon bun, Silvia. I have never had the chance to raise a puppy until her. When she came home with us, I immediately understood why people put pictures of their dogs on their desks at work and why people talk baby talk to their puppies and refer to themselves as "mommy" and "daddy".  She is obsessed with her tennis ball, loves to walk on her hind legs,  and we spend almost every minute together. She is my baby and she makes my heart swell.

  My family is super important to me. Though some can't speak as well as others, I get cuddles all around and each can melt my heart with a bat of their eyes.  I love you guys!