Your pet. They are our companions, the only things that really ever love us unconditionally, and are definitely part of the family.
This is my boy, Jake. He prefers that you call him Jakey, though.
He's old, and he's got the face of an old dog these days. He's allergic to everything and he has separation anxiety problems. He has arthritis and pops and creeks with me every morning.
He fits in around here quite nicely.
Oh, and he talks.
Every.single.time I come home he says "hiiiiiiii".
I love this dog, even if he's too much of a spaz to sit still long enough for me to take a good picture of him.