I've had my cat (Pookie) for 10 years. She got her name because I had a red tabby at the same time... I got them less than a week apart. Anyway, once they warmed up to each other, they would sleep all cuddled up, and the red tabby would sleep hugging her.
So, I named them Garfield and Pookie... after Garfield and his teddy bear.
When hubby and I got married, I inherited 2 dogs, and both are
supposed to be hunting dogs. One is a Brittany spaniel and the other is a German short haired retriever. The brittany and I didn't hit it off because he ate my sliipers, a pair of my jeans, and all of my oven mits and pot holders. Then, he tried to eat my cat.
The short hair was a puppy when I met him. (hubby adopted him while we were dating) He is the biggest lap dog I have ever seen, and I seriously doubt he will ever be a hunting dog. He hides from the slightest noise, so I just don't see it happening.
Anyway, the short hair gets overly excited when people are around, and he bounces. I mean, all four paws off the floor. We keep them in crates at night or if we leave. My mom came to visit for a few hours not too long ago, and I had the dogs in their crates when she came into the room. My over-sized lap dog was so excited to see her that he started bouncing in his crate.