I have a cat and a dog. My furbabies. I love walking my dog, music blasting, and finding a tune that matches his goofy, super fast and spastic, wiggle walk. Anything pop/salsa seems best. It makes me laugh. I can't look at my dog and be sad. He's about the weirdest looking dog in the world. He ran up to me as a puppy, lost and homeless, starving. So I just brought him home with me. Love at first sight.
Then there's the cat...dun, dun duuuuunnnnn. He's mean as hell, pretty unhappy all the time, but he's my baby anyway. He's 13 now, weighs about 20 lbs and has trouble walking. I worry about him so much but he's just old and fat and lazy and he seems perfectly ok with it. Yes he's on a diet. Its not working. He doesn't eat much. But he doesn't move much either.
Aw the babies.