Aw, I taw I saw a puddy tat... That ugly piece of meat holding the walking whine-machine is yours truly.
Yes, Gizmo (the little Jack Russel) and Shasa (that brown mongrel bitch
) sleep on a briefcase. They used to have a kennel, until they destroyed it. 
So they basically lived on used furniture which we threw away when we moved recently. The briefcase solution was an improv by me. It was raining heavily one day, and the flooding soaked their blankets as a result. For some reason we had briefcases out side in the porch where they sleep (we kinda... 'borrowed' them from someone who didn't want them... *nudge nudge wink wink*), so I put it down on it's side and they leapt on and it's been their 'bed' ever since. They sleep under a roof, it was simply raining so much that the ground flooded. 
Here's Gizmo, running around like a little maniac.
Here's Gizmo, being 'restrained' for a moment so his photo can be taken. He would rather chase birds of course (he's caught a few, he's a quick little shit).
Gizmo, taking a moment to lay down after a good effort of chasing disagreeable avians. Actually he doesn't need much excuse to start running around. "Freedom! Glorious Freedom! What the hell is this 'leash' thing you're putting around my neck -erk!"
Gizmo - looking for something kill.
Gizmo, finally sitting down after we've told him to do so only fifty times...
Shasa, the 'obedient' pet. She sits still when you tell her to. As opposed to Gizmo, who runs around whether you ask nicely or threaten bodily harm.
My oldest nephew, Joshua. He's nice and gentle... like me.
Actually, he's more like his grandfather. 
My youngest nephew, Jacob. Notice the gleam of mischief in his eyes? He's fun, but I swear he's going to get into trouble one day.
The boys playing on the Xbox. Why my brother couldn't have chosen easier to distinguish names I'll never know (I've gotten them mixed up sometimes - calling Jake Josh, for instance). Note the state of messiness my brother keeps the Family Room in. He's basically claimed it as his Lair. It was mine while he was in Hungary... but shitty circumstances forced him to come home and reclaim it.
Our home. From an angle. It's a nice place...
