After being home for almost a month for winter break, I was itching to come back to school. I love my family and of course, I miss my friends from home. However, I ached for the constant freedom I had when I was here. When I was home, I had to abide by specific guidelines and do what my family wanted to do because they wanted to spend time with me. I really hope when my parents read this, they don't get the wrong idea but I needed some separation.

Now I have been back at school for a little over two weeks and I have gotten my freedom back; no phone calls from parents asking when I was going to be home for dinner or to drive my little brother somewhere. No having to ask to go somewhere, no fighting with my brother over what show we should watch. However, there are four little things that have my heart yearning for home.

My littlest love, Rabbit Downey Jr, is a six-month-old Lion's Head- Lop mix. He is cute as can be, has a wild mane that my mom has to give haircuts every few weeks, and a precious little nose that wiggles ferociously when someone gives him carrots. He likes to roam around the house and clicks his heels when he's happy. He is feisty and opinionated.

My spaz, Cameron, was a rescue. She was actually supposed to be my grandfather's dog. However, she was very skittish and afraid of men so my mom ended up offering to take her home. I remember when we would have to force her to leave her kennel to go outside or tiptoe around her so we wouldn't freak her out when she had to eat. Now, she gets up in your face wanting food, scratches you with her bony little feet whenever she wants to be pet and will give constant kisses. She loves to go on runs and she loves her food. I love that she has grown into a spunky girl, even though she can still have some nervous tendencies.

My furball, Solo, is, for lack of better words, a turd. He's clumsy, likes to pee on things, and always has to be the center of attention. He loves cuddles and he loves putting his face in yours so that you cannot get anything done. He thinks he's a lap dog when in reality, he's an almost sixty-pound golden-doodle with fur that probably adds at least five more pounds. He gives off the body heat of a small polar bear at night and he loves hugs. I miss his gigantic paws and how he always puts them in your lap when he wants attention.

My grumpy old man, Katniss, was a stray when we found him. My grandmother had just passed away and my cousin saw a cat outside. My mom told her not to go near it because "it probably has worms". Five minutes late, my mother comes back cradling a little gray kitten. Needless to say, we became cat people that day. He learned how to be a cat from a dog so he sits for treats and goes outside to use the bathroom. He likes to bring us half dead rodents and trick us into feeding him six times a day. He acts grumpy but when you go to bed, he'll lay on your chest or the small of your back so that you literally cannot move all night. I miss how obsessed he is with milk and cheese and uncooked chicken.

Okay, so I definitely used this article as a medium to brag about my pets. But here's to you, my babies. Love ya lots.