Yay!
This is my dog, Jericho. I got him at the end of the August I was fifteen as a delayed birthday present; I had been asking for a dog for years, so my mother finally relented and let me get one from the SPCA that summer. My birthday was in April. He was three when I got him.
I had to dig in an old Photobucket account to find a decent picture of him to post. lol That is sad. I waited for years to name a dog Jericho... When I'm older and established somewhat, I'm going to get another dog, a female this time, and name her Rhythm.
There are also two cats that I don't have pictures of. We've had Grant since I was seven; our neighbors back where I used to live, on a farm on a dirt road, had about eight cats, and they were always having litters that would be given away for free. When we took Grant, he was small enough to fit in the palm of my mother's hand when he curled up to sleep. The runt of the litter, he would have died if we hadn't taken him in because he had so many health problems, but it only took a few months for him to become fully healthy. We also took one of his brothers and named him Lee (my father named them after the Civil War generals, yes), but he died of a seizure in his sleep when he was two years old. Grant is now twelve and is definitely my favorite cat that I've ever come across. He's so smart and cheeky.
The other cat, Pappitedo, was given to me one day by my parents, randomly, when she was a kitten. I was thirteen. She's pure black, and I gave her a name Roald Dahl used in one of his short stories. I don't really like her now. She's turned out to be one of those crazy cats, like Henrietta, another cat we used to have that we gave to my uncle when we moved. Crazy, crazy. She's amusing, but she's ridiculously antisocial.
Then there are the hamsters that my brothers have: Rax, Jesse, and Gizmo. Rax is owned by my ten-year-old brother, Jesse by the eight-year-old, and Gizmo by the fifteen-year-old. And there are fish. But they don't really count because they are fish. They're owned by my ten-year-old brother. I had him name one of them Monk because he was brown and incredibly skittish. If you got near the tank so he could see you, he'd go and hide. Now he's bolder and has since become orange.