They are nothing if not loud, obnoxious, and uncoordinated. They take up space on the couch and demand a smooch when I arrive home. They round up cows and bark at the mail lady.
They have been known to start howling in the wee hours of the morning when they hear a coyote
in the yard in the distance.
They gift me with dead animals when I least expect it.
During a thunderstorm, one has been known to leap up onto my high four poster bed with a single bound. Whether there was actually space available for him was a secondary thought.
I am thinking they are responsible for the missing door mat, that I actually found in the yard yesterday afternoon.
They are rascals, every last one of them and they give their love and affection to us freely without hesitation.