Auggie Banaag:
What? Did someone say “cookie?” Did I hear the word “walk?” When my human Cyndi says these magic words, I get so excited I leap for joy. (I really do!) Although I’m a 160 pound German Rotweiller, I’m not scary or mean at all. I’m just a big puppy who loves to sit in your lap and is happy to make new friends – both dog and human. My favorite hobbies are hanging out with my big brother Rexx, howling at police sirens and fire engines, chasing after fireworks and going for car rides (even though I get car sick). I’m really friendly! Can I come over and play?

Rexx Banaag:
What? Look into my eyes…let me hypnotize you…you will give me a belly rub…you WILL give me a belly rub! I’m three-fourths Pit Bull and one-fourth Labrador, so I’m a pretty stubborn and tough guy. But I will listen to my human Cyndi when she means business. I love to go on car rides, and will only sit in the front seat. I love to go fast, and get upset when we drive less than 35mph. I spend most of my day laying around with my little brother Auggie, and waiting for my humans to come home. When I’m not sunbathing, I love to terrorize the little dogs that live next door by barking at them through the backyard fence. I’ve got a full vocabulary and understand every word you’re saying….but don’t tell my human that! She thinks I’m just a dog.

Rutger Drake:
I am a Queensland Heeler (otherwise known as an Australian cattle dog), and come from a long line of champion heel nippers. The Queensland Heeler comes in two colors - blue and red. I, of course, am a prestigious "Blue Heeler." Although categorized as a working class dog, I am on permanent Sabbatical. Let's just say I prefer play to work and have never found a ball that I did not fancy. The Queensland Heelers are bred to have very strong skulls and jaws so that when we are herding cattle, the occasional hoof to the head does not distract us from the job at hand. This feature, although useful to a cattle farmer, has very little use in Silicon Valley. My human is Barry Drake.

Lucy Woodward:
Hello… my name is Lucy. My human mom - Merritt Woodward - adopted me a little over two years ago from the Santa Clara Humane Society. I'm about 8 weeks old in the picture below, but now I weigh almost 45 pounds. I fooled my mom into thinking I was an adorable, sweet little puppy with my irresistible brown eyes and black face that looks as though my dog mom dropped me in a bucket of black paint at birth. Within seven months after she adopted me, I had completely destroyed two couches, approximately nine rugs, three pairs of shoes, several blankets, and three sheet rock walls - yes I said walls! I go to doggy daycare a couple times of week so I can play with my friends, but my favorite pastime is chasing squirrels. I am really happy that my human mom saved me. In fact, if you are considering adopting a dog or cat, be sure to visit www.scvhumane.org for more information on how to adopt a pet in need of a home.

Lafayette Rashed:
Hi, I’m Lafayette, and yes, it is ALL about me!! I rule the roost here in beautiful Laguna Beach, and I let my human live here as well (as long as he pays the bills and the mortgage). Many people confuse me with a Poodle (silly humans), but I’m a Wheaton Terrier or Terrierist depending on the day. I am a bundle of energy and I don’t stop to take a break. My human rescued me from the Santa Ana Animal Shelter almost three years ago, and I love my home! My breed is originally from Ireland and hunts large vermin, so when I see a bunny, I run after it until my Flexi-leash runs out. I do have a couple of friends where I live, including a skunk and a possum family, that my human and I see on walks.

Dromio Walt:
My philosophy on life is simple: drinking from a faucet is about as good as it gets. I'm Dromio, named after the twins in Shakespeare's "A Comedy Of Errors," but there's nothing twin-like about my personality. I'm a one-dimensional feline - the world revolves around me. I'm also a Ragdoll. For those who don't know, we're considered to be the smartest, largest and best-looking domestic cat breed on the planet. Come on, just look at me! When I'm not sleeping or drinking, my favorite activity is to plop my 17lb (and counting) frame squarely on one of my human's midsections when they're asleep, and then purr like a Harley. BTW, what Bozo coined the phase "it's a dog's life" anyway? Probably a dog.

Tazo Walt:
I'm Tazo - also a Ragdoll - and I'm taller, smarter, faster, more agile, and much better looking than Dromio. So why's he the dominant one? While my fat cousin is catnapping or catlapping, I'm out exploring (in the house). I think that chasing and batting things - my favorite is crumpled paper but just about anything will do - is a blast. And once I've gotten to know you, if you're so inclined to dangle a string or ribbon in my face, I'll play with you all day. I'm also a talker. That's right, a cat who can carry on a conversation. Ask me my name, how I'm doing, if I'd like to go for a walk (that means you carry me around the house), if I'm sleepy - whatever - and I'll answer. While my English is still a little rough, spend enough time with me and you'll be able to catch my drift. A pretty good trick for the pet of a PR guy.

Sherwood Walt:
I was told that if I submitted my bio for this Web site I'd get a treat. So here goes: My name is Sherwood, after the English forest where Robin Hood and his merry men frolicked, lounged about and ate all day. An appropriate name I think, even though I'm not English. I'm a Keeshond (that's pronounced kayz-hawnd, NOT keesh-hond or keys-hound, please!) For you history buffs, my breed dates back to 18th century Holland, where we were used extensively as watchdogs on canal barges. We're known for our intelligence, charming personalities, cute white "spectacles" and funny grins -- some even call us the "Smiling Dutchman." I possess a wide range of highly advanced canine talents, but if I had to focus on just one, it would be my extraordinarily keen sense of hearing. From anywhere in the house, I can hear the sound of the refrigerator opening or the faintest rustle of cheese being unwrapped. Also, I'd like to use this opportunity to put in a plug for Nor-Cal Keeshond Rescue and my terrific foster parents, Ada & Stan, who took care of me until I found my permanent humans. Without them, who knows where I'd be.

Pyewacket Walt:
The other Walt cats might be cute, but on the whole they're pretty clueless, if you ask me. Completely lacking in street smarts. If the humans ever let them out of the house (they won't), those two dimwits would probably walk right up to a coyote. I'm Pyewacket, and I've got all the common sense that those other felines lack. I survived on the street for many years. Lots of people used to feed me, but I finally decided (since I was getting a tad geriatric -- as much as I hate to admit it) that I needed a permanent address. I targeted my new humans when they moved into the neighborhood by sitting on their windowsill in the rain, looking soggy and forlorn. It worked! They couldn't resist my roguish charm. Now I have my own personal cat bed and plenty of food and cat toys. (What's with the fake mice, by the way? The real ones are SO much better, don't they know?)