I am the proud owner of two dogs, two cats, and three guinea pigs. I've gone my entire life obsessed with animals and I am glad to share my love with all of you.

Daisy is around 17 or 16 years old. We've had her since I was born. I love her so much. It's a bit funny how my mom will worry about her and talk about how because she's old, she can't do much anymore, but then Daisy will just prove her wrong. Recently, I've been letting her explore my room more to get away from Oliver, she likes chilling out in my dirty laundry.

Hercules is a chihuahua, him and Zeus came from the same mom. We got him in April of 2016. He's such a sweet heart even when he's grumpy. Yes, he'll annoyingly bark at nothing, but say the word cookie, and he's just the happiest little guy. He's been refusing to come inside at night when he goes potty, which is bad because we get hawks and other animals that see him as a little bunny, so my mom has to tell him that monsters are going to get him. He usually runs inside.

Zeus (as stated above) was given to us in April of 2016. He died in October of 2023. When he was alive, him and Hercules would constantly start chaos. We used to think Hercules was the mastermind, but now that he's gone, we think it was him. I used to have to sit with him every 4th of July because of how scared he was by the fireworks.

We got Walter Lou in August of 2021. He died in August of 2023. There are no words to express anything I felt towards him. I wouldn't say he was my favorite... but I'm not implying he wasn't. There's this thing called a soul pet (like a soulmate but an animal). I think he was mine. It's hard writing this. I didn't even get to say goodbye to him.

Lenny is around 3 or four years old. We got him with George when his owner's couldn't care for him any longer.

Oliver is my little asshole cat. He cries and tears up my carpet when I go to bed and don't let him in. He cries if I go to the bathroom and don't let him in. He makes sure if I go to the bathroom, he has to go to the bathroom at the same time. If he hears me coming, he's got to come see me. In other words, he loves me too much.

George is maybe 2 or 3. He is a skinny (or hairless) guinea pig. We like calling him Napoleon due to him having to be isolated for constantly attempting to show his dominance against Lenny and Walter. Fun fact: I taught him that if I say "Rizz'em UP Georgie", he'll climb up on his cage for a kiss.