Gary and his pets

Reader Gary writes in about his pet farm:

Bill (on right) and I live in DC and rescued Franny from the DC shelter whenlived on Independence Ave. on the Hillfrom death row at the DC pound:



When we moved to Takoma DC and had a yard, we adopted Schubert (a schnoodle), who just before being put down was fostered by a DC shelter volunteer. Me, Schubert and Bill.



I found this guy when I was up in Pennsylvania when my dad had surgery. When I went back 2 weeks later, he was on sale and I had to have Rocky McDuff so he drove home with me, in a heavy rain storm.



This led us to terrier-mania (which merged with my political mania):
Worrying about the rightwing.

And leaning stongly to the left.



Wilkie was a rescue from a no-kill shelter (Hearts United for Animals) and is a mix of Scottie, Dachshund and who knows what else.



Norma (aka Bit because she was so small) was rescued from bushes along Military Road when Bill was out exercising.

And finally, during cold weather last year, Stray Puss started hanging around under our porch and Bill began feeding her while I built her a shelter (which she used to get on top to sun, but doesn't go in -- so a sheltered window well bed was made for her). She stayed through the summer and is still coming around for the catfood du jour.