About Our Friends

Not Mama
This is what the dogs call my mother because she sounds like me and she kind of looks me too. The cats call her Kari’s Mother because that is who she is.

Scouty
Scouty was Emerson’s best doggie friend. He’s a rescue of unknown genetic background, but we call him a Border Collie/Australian Shepherd because that’s exactly what he looks like. Emerson and Scouty have been buddies since Emerson was 3 months old because Scouty’s mom is a groomer at the shop where I work. When we first brought Emerson home, he was small enough to walk under Scouty’s legs. Now Scouty can walk under Emerson.

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Ada
My friend’s Newfoundland. I’ve known Ada’s human since I was in junior high school (in other words, a long time). Ada is almost two years old and has known our dogs since she was a puppy. Since we sometimes have her over to our house to stay when her people go out of town and she is also a regular client of mine at the groomer’s, she has managed to work her way into more than one of our stories.

This is what Ada would look like if you could see her

She’s a bit bigger than this now, but I love this picture so I had to use it.

Freya

Freya belongs to a good friend of mine; she lived with us temporarily while my friend was house-hunting. She is a very sweet cat with short gray fur and, let us say, a rather… rotund shape. The first two days Freya was with us she hid in our basement and was so quiet that we actually thought she had somehow escaped from the house. Eventually we found her hiding inside the pallet which keeps the washer and dryer up off the basement floor. It’s amazing how small a space she can squeeze herself into – Freya is really not a small cat. She slept in my son’s room with him at night. She enjoyed being petted but did not like to be picked up – she was very vocal about this. Actually, she was very vocal about everything. She yelled at us if her food dish was empty at mealtime. She yelled at Sir Oliver for getting to close to her space. She yelled at Emerson just for existing, poor guy. Also, she didn’t have any claws but never let that stop her from slapping any other animal who got in her bubble.

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