Khannie Chrysanthemum, female Shiatsu, beige, gold, brown. Sharp as a tack. Very smart and sweet. Willful. Amazingly quiet. Named for Genghis Khan. Loves to go on trips; a good traveler. Great companion. 

Hannah, female mixed breed. Pound puppy. Nearly died of Parvo but pulled through. Jet black. Part Labrador; loves water. She has a very sweet, gentle nature. Very obedient and quiet.

Rufus, male beagle. Believed to be full blooded. Found at a pound in the mountains. Doesn't like sharing food. Unique bark. Loves to play, play, play and chase things. Determined nature.      

Lola, a beautiful full blooded Maltese, who needed a home and was a gift from our daughter--Lola spent a lot of time with the students at Clemson University before coming to us. Our constant companion. This small thing thinks she's fierce as a lion.

Bradley, a beautiful lab found at the Florence Humane Shelter, (if you can believe it--his owner couldn't care for him) July 2001, pound puppy, 3 months old, a wonderfully sweet Teddy Bear. Having trouble growing into his paws. Very clumsy. Very gentle. Thinks Lola is his mother. A real gentleman, waiting his turn to get treats or snacks. Bradley & Charlotte are perfect for each other and are playing together constantly. Bradley's favorite toy, leather work belt that "belonged" to James until he found it in the garage one day.

Lady, a beautiful Australian Shepherd. Probably less than two years old. Another treasure found at the pound. She was injured when we got her--according to the vet, she was probably hit by an automobile. He had to replace a ligament in one leg and said that she had old fractures in the other leg. She is quiet, sociable, eager to please, and adores Lola. She likes being with the other dogs, though she isn't allowed to rough-house with them yet due to her injuries. Poor thing, now we have to take her back to the vet to be spayed! She's a real gem.

Ursa, (Russian meaning "bear"), a big white fuzzy Spitz, beautiful face. Shy with others. Loves to bark. Irritates Bradley--won't be submissive to him.

Charlotte, nickname, "Kyack, Kyack" because she always coughs when she eats or drinks. She is a solid black, odd looking, "Heinz 57" we found at the pound in Charleston, SC. She is big, clumsy, skittish, high-strung, goofy and very sweet. She is not James' favorite because she chews everything in sight. She constantly brings me "treasures" from other peoples trash. She is intimidating looking to strangers but is afraid of her own shadow. Too dumb for her own good.

        

Bradley                                                                          Lola & Lady            

OJ, named for orange juice, yellow tabby, born the night of the Hurricane, Hugo; His mother, Ellie, was a "pound purrie" and just about the calmest cat I've ever known. He takes after her. 

Mr. Grey Kitty, gray and white tabby, handsome cat, just showed up one day. Part wild. You could "accidentally" touch and pet him if you didn't look at him. All that's changed. He's become the patriarch of the group. A real gentleman. Takes charge of all the other cats I bring home and teaches them war games, etc. Very patient with me while he is training me to do what he wants. 

Pete, yellow and white tabby. Part Siamese. He originated from a peach farm nearby--close to a place where I worked. I thought he was a girl and named him Peaches until I realized he was a boy. He was so swollen from an injury that I couldn't tell. He had been chased away and injured by another tom cat. Even injured and full of infection, he was so friendly. He had to be mine and has become just about my favorite. Pete is the sweetest, most affectionate, loudest, most demanding, most loving cat I've ever owned. To this day, he would rather be petted than eat. He's had more near misses than any of my other cats. He has convinced me that cats do have nine lives. (still with us but getting very old--14 years old as of Jan. 06)    

Baby, She came from the pound in Myrtle Beach and was already de-clawed when I got her. She is jet black and looks and feels like a Burmese; the quietest and most sane of all my cats. She has a very large body for a female. She is less than two years old and she weighs 16 pounds. She is not a lap cat but she rarely lets me out of her sight and likes to sleep at my feet. She feels like concrete blocks at the end of the bed. She also likes to take naps with me. She also likes to kiss. She thinks she is supposed to eat when we do and has reasonably good table manners. The squirt bottle of water nearby insures this. She smells like baby powder. She loves flowers.

Birds: Finches, good company. The cats ignore them. They are to fat and lazy to be bothered.

Fish: Pond Comets in fish tanks and pond. Not great company, but pretty to watch.