Oh Dear! Well, seeing as we seem to be on the topic of pet-like creatures, I love my dog, Ellie. It is a well known fact that she is the cutest corgi ever, and that corgis are naturally adorable animals. She's a rescue dog; she had belonged to a backyard breeder but was rescued by a society that specializes in corgits and from them to us.
It was terribly sad at first: we thought she was mute because she never made a noise (until around the second week), it took about two or three months until she wouldn't cringe if we put on shoes or bumped her with our feet, and she is still a cowardly dog (she's still afraid of traffic cones and white Styrofoam ice chests). Despite a rough first few years in life, she's an intelligent dog who picked up her training very quickly and for the most part she is very trustworthy and well behaved... though she has been known to get into the trash if we've left her out and been gone for a long while. Side note: apparently dogs will eat artichoke leaves and spines... and pumpkins, including the stem.
Even for a corgi she's small, but despite being cowardly she has proven to be willing to protect us if necessary. I grew up with a dog, but Ellie is quite different and she makes me wonder why there has not been more poetry and literature devoted to the dog-human relationship.
And now, the real reason you're looking at this post, the puplet herself: