It's a veritable menagerie this end, here is my tally:
1. 'Lucky' my dear old Bull Terrier bitch. She's 9 now which is quite old for a bully and a real couch potato, but a real sweetie. Wouldn't hurt a flea.
2. 'Charlie' my rescue Rottweiler dog. We don't know his age as he was technically a stray; some young lad found him being beaten mercilessly in the street with a stick and 'bought' him for £30 from the 'owner', before handing him to the Rottweiler Rescue Trust. He was in a terrible state, a cowering wreck with entropian and appalling skin allergies for lack of flea treatment, as well as being underweight. He was a cowering wreck with his spirit utterly broken, especially towards men.
Mrs Caveman and I took a 400-mile round trip to rescue him 18 months ago (and he blew chunks in my car all the way home
). Now though he is unrecognisable; a magnificent, towering, handsome, fantastic, confident and headstrong Rottie male, just as it should be. (Mrs Caveman is a whizz with doggies, I don't take the credit on that one).
3. 'Louis' our big fat British Blue pussycat - he's nearly as big as Lucky! Very affectionate to humans but not to small fury things in the field and woods (little blighter).
4. 'Leo' our tiny ginger tabby - quarter the size of Louis but as fiesty as you like, and also an accomplished mouser.
Cavey