Bok is almost 4. OK, he may have orange eyes, and small evil looking teeth, but he's a sweetie.
His brother, our Lab' Monty, is a bit of an oaf by comparison. He's gorgeous of course, but he's self-centred, scheming, and always hungry.... a kind of canine narcissistic gourmand.
If I'm in the woods, Bok will be permanently by my side; Monty will be gawd-knows-where searching for some stinking dead animal carcass to eat. If he finds one, that'll be the last I see of him for several hours.
Bok, thy name is affection; whereas Monty just tolerates us, as long as he's fed promptly.
That's right Monty, you just sleep until supper time (He's dreaming of food; I can tell, he's smiling).
Feline Fred barely tolerates them. He's snooty, indifferent, and (as the original 4-legger in the house) sees them as infiltrators. Sitting on the roof, looking down disdainfully at them, is one of his better moments.
We can't really imagine life without them any more. As I'm writing, the two bigger ones are pestering me to take them for a walk..... I'd better go. I'm putty in their paws.