My "Staff".

Zeus. Customer Service. Always happy. I mean always, always, perpetually, frustratingly, even nauseatingly happy. Secretly wants to be an archeologist I think...he must, as he digs a lot of holes in his spare time.          

 

Fat Cat. Photographer. Lazy do nothing, lay around on cardboard all day, bossy, cantankerous, demanding, all around general pain in the butt.

 

Shay. Assistant: She runs the house, the yard, rules over the flock (gaggle, herd, school?) pack of dogs in my yard. 6 pounds of attitude.     

 

 Sumo. Security Consultant: Ankle biter. Literally. He likes to grab the back of my flip-flops or socks when I walk through the yard. His idea of fun, my feeling is I'm gonna need a neck brace soon.

 

Grey-Gray. Mid Life Crisis Kitty: She's having an identity crisis. Can't decide whether to spell her name Grey-Grey....or Gray-Gray. Secretly, I think she thinks she's a saber tooth tiger.    

 

Yoda. Criminal: This is a wanted poster. Yoda is wanted on multiple charges of stealing things from the garage/yard and hiding them in his dog house. Screwdrivers, rags, a bottle of Kahlua once (not a joke) and then feigns innocence. #1 Kibble reward offered.     

 

Misti. Tennis Ball Chewer: A fat Rottweiler with a one can a day habit of chewing tennis balls (three balls per can). 

                                                

 

Marka. Best Friend: Rottweiler...in heaven.