I guess I should clarify which is which. In order from oldest to youngest...
Muff. Terrier, chihuahua and Pomeranian. She's generally the most well-behaved when we have company, enjoys playing fetch the most, and all that. As seen in
the video, she "talks," especially when she wants food or someone's just gotten home from anywhere.
Tink. Yorkie, chihuahua and Pomeranian. She's got the most screechy and annoying bark, to the point where it's painful when everyone's trying to get out of the house because of something non-existant... She's fine, but very weird. When someone's on vacation, she's the one who notices, which leads to whining.
Frank. The only male. Same mix as Tink. He's... not very bright, I don't think. He's well-behaved around people, usually, and doesn't make much noise. There was this one time when he, like, crashed into a wall and for a few weeks afterward fake-limped for attention... ha ha ha ha. His body structure is strikingly similar to Tink's--their tails even curl in the same way.
Zorra (like, feminine for Zorro). Same mix as Frank and Tink. She's extremely timid, even around me and my family. She gets her fair share of treats and gets no "abuse" in any way, but she is. You wouldn't see her if you visited. She's good, though, except she steals the ball when Muff and I play fetch. She and Frank actually came from the same litter (and the same mother as Muff and Tink did; that dog has puppies, like, every spring) so it's impossible to tell if she really is younger.
Molly. She was actually bought by my sister's godparents' son as a gift for his mother, making her the only one not in some way biologically related to the others. The whole dog for Christmas idea really did not work out, and though my dad refused her the first few "Will you take her?"s, he caved in on the last one--could you let this dog go to the pound? None of us have the faintest idea what she is (and I like it that way; the more of a mutt, the better), except adorable. All she does is lick my face, though... Her ears pointed up for about a week, before, but they flopped back down. This is a good thing.
Yes, that's five. And if a situation like Molly's happened again, being that it's my family's choice whether or not a friend's dog is sent to the pound, my sister and I would most likely be able to make it six. If it weren't a big dog. The little ones add up to about one and a quarter... Muff, Tink and Frank sleep with my parents in their bed, and Zorra and Molly sleep with my sister. I am 100% okay with this setup because my bed is hardly big enough for me! When I'm home alone overnight, though, they sleep with me. It's cramped and I can't move much (something I do in my sleep a lot normally), but it's fine.
