So how about you guy's.
Does it bark? Does it purr? Does if have scales or feathers?
Who's waiting for you at the end of the day?
We have 5 cats that we mostly just cats (I'm not much of a cat person, but the g/f is.. but she's supportive of all my crazy hobbies.. music, brewing, etc., so it's a fair trade off) and our hound Abigail, or Abby for short.
Abs is a black lab/St. Bernard mix and is one of the most loyal, loving dogs I've ever known. She's protective of us, but not to the extend that she bites randoms strangers sort of thing.. but she's got a bark that would scare the crap out of a Wookie, but once the "stranger" becomes "known", she accepts them with the same love that she shows us.
Abby, being a good girl and sitting while she waits to go into my dad's camp:
And here she is, enjoying a sip of my porter (the pug is Doug, my step-sis's dog, who is actually really cool for a pug):
Before Abby, I had three dalmatians. They took longer to warm up to strangers (especially the old crotchety one), but once you were "in", you were golden.
Sadly, I've lost them all. Anne (on the left) escaped their pen shortly after this picture as taken and she was struck by a car. Connor (middle) died more recently from acute renal failure after I used a Hartz product on him. Maurice (right) was actually the father of the two others and lived to be fairly old. He passed away after suffering a series of grand mal seizures, most likely secondary to significant heartworm infestation (he was HW+ when I got him, and had already suffered full anaphylaxis to the HW treatment... so he got his little chewable meds with the other dogs and we just hoped for the best).
The dals were all rescued from a puppy farm/dog fighting ring. Maurice had been in numerous scraps and even beaten with a baseball bat. Anne, Connor and their third surviving sibling were fortunately tiny puppies when the "raid" took place, so they only knew a life of love. Maurice, once I got him and we came to the understanding that *I* was in charge, became the most caring and gentle soul.
It's because of these three dogs that I am leaning towards calling my pub "Trìcoin"..
Anne, Connor and Maurice: