Snowflake Pudge was born November 28, 2005. She had three sisters: Lola, Booboo and Charley. I was in fifth grade and her birth mom, Coco, was my grandma's dog; we've quite literally been inseparable since. Almost 15 years of adventures in the rural jungle, swimming in ponds and creeks, car rides, trips to the park, shopping adventures (she hates TJ Maxx) and the days are still sweet. She has her fair share of health issues and trials, but she still pulls us on walks and hops in the car ready to go anywhere. 20/10 favorite; best thing I've ever done.
Catman was born in April 2017 and adopted September 17, 2017. I forced Ozzy to go to the shelter and wham bam here he come. He was in a cage next to another black cat who kept trying to slap him from next door, so I felt bad for him. He started out really affectionate, but not for long. Eventually he chose Ozzy, which I thought was very rude. He settled in quickly and fell in love with Snowflake. She hates him, but he always tries to love on her anyway. Not destructive, will join in when I am singing or shouting; 8/10 overall, mediocre $80 purchase.
Garlic was born in May 2019 and adopted August 17, 2019. I (again) forced Ozzy to go to the shelter. He was in a cage with his brother and some other guy that both got adopted so I couldn't leave him there, right? We had a rough start and I thought Catman might kill him but now he's fat enough to defend himself. He comes when he's called and loves to be squashed/cuddled/aggressively loved. Very mischievous, cannot meow properly; 8/10 overall, was free but requires vacation boarding because he cannot be trusted unsupervised.
Scuppernong was first seen by us in a storm drain. We thought he was trapped, but he ran from us the moment we tried to help him so we just moved along. July 8, 2020 Ozzy saw him by his car panting (not good) so he offered him some water. We extended this offer by putting some food out and over the next few days he'd come eat at night. One morning we saw him out and he came over to me, and the trust built from there. Scupp was sadly very sick and we lost him October 19, 2020. 20/10 rescue - he deserved so much more, but left this world in my arms and so incredibly loved.
Horses are like potato chips - you can't have just one; so when my first horse started turning out to be a bad fit, I was on the hunt for another one. Enter Miakoda. She was way out of budget, and a mare (I swore I'd be team gelding for life) but I went to go see her anyway. I fell in love on the spot, and within a week I had her home with me. She's my cowboy lady - happy enough walking along on the trail or galloping across an open field. She knows how to help me open a gate and likes to eat crunchy dead leaves as a special snack. Wouldn't trade this girl for all the money in the world, and I know Snowflake sent her to me.
So obviously, I couldn't have a horse without making my husband get one too. I convinced him to go to a horse sale with me, 'just to look'. We sat for about 6 hours in horribly uncomfortable seats watching horses come and go, and then there was Jesko. Needless to say we got the luckiest winning bid of the day in my opinion. Jesko is a stout, sweet boy whose only real fault is not knowing how big he really is. He is 100% Ozzy's horse, with little tolerance for anyone else asking him to do anything. He's a testy old boy, but just enough sass I think to really teach Ozzy how to be a horseman.
Tuna was...an accident. I was scrolling through my feed and saw this adorable grey face on a Thoroughbred rescue page. I clicked, and saw a video of him prancing around in the arena, reached out to the rescue and the next day I was 'running an errand' to meet him. One test ride later, and was home in two days. Tuna is very lazy, very sweet, and very used to many things that scare much older horses. Growing up on the track will do that, I guess. He's an absolute doll, and reignited my love for geldings (but honestly, I think I'm still team #maregang). Very happy to be reconditioning him for normal life and excited to grow with him!