If you haven't heard of Quinn, you haven't been reading my blog. He's a 3 year old Yorkshire Terrier, and I am absolutely gutted that I can't take him everywhere with me. Particularly across oceans and into other hemispheres. He sleeps on my bed, and comes into work with me, and is generally the cheekiest most brilliant little character I've ever met in dog form. He also lets me do things like put him in a
at you when he's happy. I heart him a ridiculous amount.
There is also a cat, Cleo in the household. She doesn't want to come anywhere with me, ever. She's an independent type. She's pretty much a snob who steals cuddles if she thinks you won't notice. However, if you can convince her to hang out on your shoulders (a place she's liked to sit since she was small enough to fit), she turns into a happy social little purring machine.