Animal intro

My oldest daughter, Felice, is staying with us along with her daughter, Robin, until closing time on their new house. I stuck them down in the dank basement, because she didn't want to be in the way.(my 1st thought was under the bridge about a mile from here.) She brought along her two dogs Odie and Coco(or is it Co-Coa)(whatever it is, it's ugly).
Now I already have three dogs(did I mention that I don't like dogs)When I first met Janet I told her that I didn't care much (hated) dogs, cats and kids. So, when God heard this, I ended up with 4 kids, 10 grandkids, 5 dogs, 1 cat(thank you cat for keeping it under control)(I always forget his name, so I call him Cat)
I inherited all these animals and have grown to like them(tolerate). Like my kids and grandkids, they tended to grow on me.
Fox was the first dog of this bunch( sheltie and something else mix)My youngest daughter, Sabrina, found him standing in the rain one day after little league was cancelled and snuck him into the van. She begged to let him stay and promised to feed and care for him. That was 12 years ago........ and is he hungry.
The 2nd dog is Domingo(Yorkie) that my wife had to have to compensate for her empty nest syndrome(they came back). That dog was always running out the door and I could just see that stack of hundred dollar bills getting hit by a car. One day he ran out when the littlest grand-kid opened the door and was gone for 4 months(and so was the dog). Janet was devastated, but I kept telling her that I thought someone took the collar off of the stack of money and kept him, but that one day he would make his escape. Sure enough(that sounds so Andy Griffith)4 months later, he comes streaking down the street, into the house and onto the cat(they wrestle all the time) Rollie is the 3rd dog to enter our lives. She is a Min-Pin and my son, Jon, brought her over, along with her puppies, because he had no place to keep them.(shoot, I forgot to make him promise to feed them) Rollie actually grins and that's kind of creepy.
Then there is the cat and I don't quite know where he came from, but I've been told that we've had him for a couple of years. He doesn't use a litter box. He goes outside, when the dogs go out and meows at 3am when he wants in.
Fox is getting on in years and he thinks I'm his person, because he follows me constantly and lays at my feet. I feel sorry for him when I'm working at home, because I'll go downstairs to my office, and he follows me. Then we'll get to the bottom and I remember that I forgot(how does that work?)my cup of coffee, so up the stairs we go and when I get to the top I'm like, "Oh, I left my coffee stained cup downstairs!" and the dog is looking at me with pleading eyes and saying(yes, he speaks perfect english, but needs work on his spanish) "Is that all? Anything else? I'm tired!"
Well, I have come to love these dogs(even the visitors), especially Fox. I've just seen the movie, "Marley and Me" and I will miss that dog (Fox)when he's gone.