Why we’ve lived with nine animals

One question I get a lot, is why my wife and I have so many animals.  We currently have seven dogs, and one cat.  For six months last year, we had two cats, but only five dogs.  It does get a little crazy, but I don’t regret it for a second, the choices Kelly and I have made.  I think it’s instructive, for others, to know why we ended up where we did.  This post is just a summary of why we’ve adopted who we’ved adopted.

We had Ozzy, our beloved cat who passed away last year,  because some person in Rochester, NY didn’t spay or neuter their cats, and then let the litter apparently run loose.

We have Ralphie, because a divorcing husband and wife didn’t want him any more.

We have Peedee because some breeders didn’t think he’d make a good breeder, so he was unwanted.

We have O-Ren because someone either didn’t care enough to find her when she went missing, or because someone didn’t want to take care of an active dog.

We have Kaylee and Jayne because a family moved out of their home and left them to fend for themselves for three weeks.

We have Lemmy because some neighbors of ours let him loose in the wild when they lost their home to foreclosure.

We have Mags and Finnick because someone didn’t want them anymore.  This same someone neglected to treat Mags when her leg was broken.

All of these guys live with Kelly and I on our somewhat large property with good sized house and good sized fenced in backyard.  One reason for our desire for home ownership was so that no one could ever tell us we couldn’t have so many animals.  I don’t regret anything about them, and I go to sleep with a clear conscious.

Why we’ve lived with nine animals

One question I get a lot, is why my wife and I have so many animals.  We currently have seven dogs, and one cat.  For six months last year, we had two cats, but only five dogs.  It does get a little crazy, but I don’t regret it for a second, the choices Kelly and I have made.  I think it’s instructive, for others, to know why we ended up where we did.  This post is just a summary of why we’ve adopted who we’ved adopted.

We had Ozzy, our beloved cat who passed away last year,  because some person in Rochester, NY didn’t spay or neuter their cats, and then let the litter apparently run loose.

We have Ralphie, because a divorcing husband and wife didn’t want him any more.

We have Peedee because some breeders didn’t think he’d make a good breeder, so he was unwanted.

We have O-Ren because someone either didn’t care enough to find her when she went missing, or because someone didn’t want to take care of an active dog.

We have Kaylee and Jayne because a family moved out of their home and left them to fend for themselves for three weeks.

We have Lemmy because some neighbors of ours let him loose in the wild when they lost their home to foreclosure.

We have Mags and Finnick because someone didn’t want them anymore.  This same someone neglected to treat Mags when her leg was broken.

All of these guys live with Kelly and I on our somewhat large property with good sized house and good sized fenced in backyard.  One reason for our desire for home ownership was so that no one could ever tell us we couldn’t have so many animals.  I don’t regret anything about them, and I go to sleep with a clear conscious.