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Actually, my story is kinda similar to Oliver and Dodger, only without the whole crazy story of the movie.

My dog and my cat both gave birth at around the same time (my cat had kittens first, then two days later my dog had puppies). Which was a complete surprise to us because we didn't know that my cat was pregnant. So our house got pretty crazy for a while with two new puppies and one new kitten running around plus our dogs and cat.

Basically as they got older, they loooved to play with each other constantly which consisted of the puppies chewing on my kitten's head (they were a little larger than the kitty) and my kitten pouncing on them from some secret location when they didn't notice. They always slept and ate together and never left each other's side.

But the time came when my dad had no choice to give away the puppies (one to my friend, and the other to one of his coworkers). The day that they both left, my kitten seemed to be heartbroken. He was constantly waiting by the front door, scratching and meowing at it at the most pitiful way. He didn't want to eat, and his face had tear streaks over it. For the next few days, he slept by the front door, probably expecting them to come back.

My friend, feeling bad for the kitten, brought back the puppy for a visit one day. Both the puppy and the kitten were thrilled to see each other. For the next three hours, the kitten refused to leave the puppy's side and just kept purring and rubbing up against the dog.

So now, my friend and I we make sure that we let our dog and cat meet each other frequently. To this day, they are the most adorable fluffball duo I have ever seen. <3

(I am trying for Oliver and Dodger)

I am telling a tale from my youth to try for Tod and Copper!

When I was a little girl of about four years old, I was an... awkward child, to say the least. We'd just moved from Chicago, where I'd had the best time. I had great friends in my Mommy and Me playgroup, and every weekend, my parents would take me to the aquarium- my first word, I kid you not, was octopus- or the zoo, where I'd fall over laughing at the rhinos snorting in the mud or the penguins. During the week, Mom would take me to the library, and we'd pick out a chapter book for her to read to me, or a big book of fairy tales or something that didn't seem 'babyish' to me. I'd had to leave all that behind for seemingly no good reason and go to live in a small town where my neighbors kept rabbits- to kill for their meat. There were very few children in the neighborhood where we lived, and the ones that did live there teased me about my accent or told me all about how their daddies went hunting and killed animals. Even when I was a little kid, I hated the idea of hunting- how could you actively hurt an animal? My parents didn't have all the time for me that they'd had back at home- Mom had just given birth to my sister. And being shy as I was, I didn't make friends quickly at all. I just buried myself in my books and stayed in my room. Until I met Zeus.

Zeus wasn't his real name; I never learned that until I was quite a bit older. All things considered, I'm not really sure how we became friends; I guess it was just because he seemed nice and I was lonesome. I first met him when my parents were landscaping around the outside of the house and I was helping them plant flowers. My parents told me he was older than me, and from what I could tell, he was just as shy as me. He didn't say much, but I didn't care. I liked him, and decided he was my friend. The rest of that summer, I didn't read in my room at all. I went outside and played with Zeus. We did all kinds of things together- picnics, playing in the sprinkler, tea parties, those little one-act plays that little kids like to put on, that sort of thing. I read to him from my mythology books and gave him red kool-aid- his favorite. Eventually, my parents noticed how much time I was spending with Zeus, and when school started, they told me that I should find some girl friends to play with. But that didn't happen. I was still a proud Chicagoan, and just like the kids on my block, the girls in my kindergarten class made fun of my accent, too. They thought I was weird for already knowing how to read, and although the teacher tried to help, I even had issues with her. While she let me read more complicated books, she also called me a liar when I knew things she wasn't sure of- like on B Day, where we each had to come up with a word that began with B. Mine was baleen- that ridged stuff that hangs down in the mouths of some whales. What I am trying to say is that school wasn't easy and that I was lonely. Until I came home to Zeus. He knew that baleen was real; I'd told him about it. He didn't think I was weird for reading; I'd been reading to him all summer. He liked my accent. And so for about two years, Zeus was really the only good friend I had.

And then we moved again, to a bigger house in a nicer neighborhood. Once again, I was devastated. It was Chicago all over again, only worse because I wasn't escaping my stupid elementary school. My parents assured me that it would be ok, but I knew that it wouldn't be. How could it be? I'd never get to hang out with Zeus ever again, even though we were still living in the same town. That, ladies and gentlemen, is because Zeus was a hemlock tree.

Eventually, I got over the loss of my friend the tree, just like I got over leaving my friends in Chicago. I made new friends with the kids in my new neighborhood, and slowly but surely, I lost the Chicago accent. I know it's silly, but sometimes when home from college, I drive through my old neighborhood, and I go extra-slow past my old house. The house has changed hands a couple of times, and it keeps getting slightly bigger, but he's still there, standing stoically on the corner, nestled between an azalea bush and a row of hollies. He looks good- nice and green, with thick needles. I take these drives on the windiest days that I can, so that it looks like he's waving, and I wonder if anybody's given him any red kool-aid recently.

Disclaimer: Yes, this is a true story. No, I'm not psychologically disturbed. It's just that little kids can be utter tools. Trees can't. And I do have human friends now.

I had just moved back to the states from Germany, my father was in the air force. We had a choice of four different assignments and my father picked Colorado, before we even moved we had already picked out the schools and the area to live. This was going to be fun. I was going to be in my last year of junior high and then it was off to high school.

My first day I got stuck with a girl with jet black hair and paper white skin. Infact I secretly called her Casper because she reminded me of the ghost. After a few weeks of being stuck with her as a lab partner I got to know her a little more and realized that she had also just moved here from Virgina, but before that she was in Korea. Well I was born there so we got to talking about it. After a while we became great friends. She and I were so much alike. We both plaid in the band, always trying to compete with each other to see who got what chair. We also took Korean Classes together it was great. But like all great things it came to an end. Her father moved and it meant a different school for her. I had to face my last three weeks of school all by myself.

After my "graduation" from junior high my father retired which meant moving one last time. I had kept in touch with my closest friend and when I told her I was moving she immediately flipped out. I was going to be near her and we would be going to the same school again! It was great, truly a match made in heaven. We got to spend two more years together before her father moved once more. He ended up retiring in Utah, which was a lot father from my small little patch of earth. I remember all the great times we had, the stories we wrote together the poems and songs written because we got bored. The languages we made up and the laughs we shared. Luckily I am able to still speak with her on a regular biases but, honestly she taught me what a good friend really was. Before her I had made it a point to make my friends so mad at me when I found out we were moving so it would be less hard on both of us, and I would lose track of those friends. But she was different she just wouldn't let me say no she would always be there to say "Oh but come on we were just separated at birth! You can't expect to get rid of me that easily"

And for that I'm grateful. ((I love both the pairs but if I have to pick I'm gonna pick Todd and Copper as my first choice))