I am a Cuban-American single mom to two sons: Brian, 19 and in college at FSU, and Joey in middle school. I dabble in Art and photography and dream of writing the great American Novel, but settle for being a technical writer in the corporate jungle. I also own a part-time, freelance business, Write Way Designs, and most of all, I adore being a pet mommy! Yes, in addition to my human babies, I have a five dogs, a cat, and a parakeet. I am not looking for a relationship. After two marriages, I've been single for a l-o-o-o-ong time and prefer it that way. I just want to connect with other pet lovers throughout the world, as well as make new friends! (Meeting other single moms, small business owners, writers, and artists would be great!) :D

My boys and I live with five dogs! Yes, count them...five. It didn't start out that way. In fact, I only intentionally adopted two of these dogs; however, others were brought to me by persons who could not or would not care for them any longer, and I could not bear to relenquish them to the pound, so here we are. Our family also includes two cats, who were strays but adopted our family -- dogs and all -- two fish, and a parakeet. ____________________________________ My Menagerie: * Angel: Goofy White German Shepherd Dog; * Lucky: Prim and Proper Shih Tzu; * Brandy: Gentle and Sweet Shih Tzu; * Snoopy: Cute and Stocky 1/2 Shih Tzu - 1/2 Jack Russell; * Einstein: Hyper 1/2 Shih Tzu - 1/2 Jack Russell; * Maxwell Smart: (Max for short) COOL Orange-brown Tabby Tom Cat; * Tinkerbell: Quirky and vocal Tortoiseshell kitty; * Harry Potter: Singing blue and white Parakeet; * Fish 1: complacent; * Fish 2: sedate;

She is our MOM!

I am a woman seeking a man or woman age any to any

Kind-hearted, tolerant persons who love animals, children, the arts, and life!

We come from a big, multi-pet family. We want tolerant, friendly, and playful friends!

Princess (Tiny Toy Poodle)

I had Princess since I was 11 years old. She rode in my bike basket and in my doll carriage. She was there for me through my moody teenage years and through the end of my first marriage. She was both my very first baby and best friend. When Princess passed away one week after the death of my newborn son, I felt I'd lost two babies. If there is a heaven for dogs, she is surely there.

Jeremy (Yorkshire Terrier)

Jeremy was a beautiful dog. He was affectionate and cuddly, yappy and eccentric. As a puppy, his empty food bowl proved to be both bed and toilet. His favorite snack food were 'tootsie rolls' from the cat's litter box; his favorite hobby chasing dogs and cats 10 times his size. Jeremy also wrestled with 'species' issues. His role models were human, cat, and poodle. Housebreaking was a challenge that only my toy poodle, Princess, proved capable of doing, as Jeremy followed her everywhere, even to the newspapers. Jeremy survived both my marriages, living until he was 14 years old, the last two years in slow motion. When he could no longer eat, I drove him to the Veterinarian, against the wishes of my son, Brian, then nine years old. When Dr. Fischer explained the merciful act, he asked Brian if he understood. My son, tears streaming, spat out, "Dr. Kervorkian!" and demanded a casket. The kindly doctor provided a shoe box. A technician brought in the injection as three-year-old Joey nervously skipped around the room. As per his request, Brian held Jeremy when he took his last breath. Later, in our backyard, Brian helped dig Jeremy's grave. As Joey and I prayed, Brian whispered, "There is no God!" and we lay Man's Best Friend to rest. Jeremy was a loving dog. My favorite memories are of Jeremy curled up on my lap, on the chests of both my ex-husbands, and cuddling with my sons, the other dogs, the cats. Jeremy, the ultimate Yorkie, lives forever in our hearts.

Buddy - Golden Retriever

Buddy (real name "killian" like the red Irish beer)was the sweetest golden retriever you could ever meet. He was old, fragile, and riddled with arthritis and hip displasia, but didn't let his ailments slow him down. In fact, he was a wanderer, who consistently ran away (or rather ambled with sheer determination) to my home. His frustrated family let him stay with us on a permanent basis, and we were very honored to have known and loved him during the last year of his life.