Dog-Emmitt, he's reallly old. Like, older than me. And I'm 15, so he's at least 16. He's an austrailian shephard, and he's camera shy. Seriously. He runs aways whenever I even bring the camera outside.
Cat-Glinda, named when I was in my obsessed with Wicked phase. We got her when I was in the seventh grade, and I'm in the tenth grade now. She's gray. She was a stray and came along with four other kittens, but they all ran away or died or something. We did have another cat named Elphaba, she was black, but she died.
And they both had kittens, which we gave all but two away, and the two we kept ran away because my mom left them in the back yard one day when we went to Six Flags.