Mom, don't show people my butt, please. I told you, they're dimples.
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Sam - order in the house!
Blue Heeler, also known as a Cattle Dog, 9 yrs. old, DOB 12/3/2000, adopted at 4 yrs old in Missouri. Obedient, big baby, will work for food, no one barks or plays that he doesn't try and round them up like a herding dog would. His soul purpose in life is keep structure in the pack - and belly rubs. Has a deep loud bark that would scare most intruders off, including the neighborhood children! Also known as my camera hound because if he sees the camera he immediately starts smiling. Sam has a feminine side. He enjoys baths, blow drying, brushing, and to smell good. I found this out the first time I was blow drying my hair with the bathroom door open. He was holding his head high, smiling, and trying to catch some air coming of the dryer. If I put lotion on my legs he rubs against them and if I spray perfume he walks in circles near me hoping some will fall on him. Sam is a good boy and could live in any type of home, but we're happy he found ours!
CHLOE
usually comes when called
sm Eskimo Spitz or Eskie, DOB 7/27/2003, 6 years old. It was only after I went to see Chloe as a puppy that I realized I was at the wrong house! I was going to look at a Shih Tzu puppy because the kids wanted something cute and fluffy. She was the last left of the litter and I couldn't resist the little ball of fur. She's high strung and the most vocal dog I've ever owned. She howls at the trains or sirens in the distance and has gotten so good at it that she's managed to get two others to chime in. She tells you she wants a treat, and another treat, and another! She use to bolt out the door, but she's so much better now as she's getting older. She's has a collapsed trachea and had two HGE episodes - Hemorrhagic gastroenteritis which can be fatal. She snores, snorts like a pig sniffing the ground, has lost her upper front teeth from playing tug of war with the other dogs, and I think she's already losing her hearing. Sweet and affectionate although too boisterous at inappropriate times. Defenitely the most challenging dog I ever owned, but I can't help but love her.
Bonnie
Every dog I ever loved.
AKA - Bon Bon, Jack Russell Terrier, DOB 10/18/2006, 3 years old. Pulled from a rabbit hutch in Missouri at 4 mos. What a miserable life she might have had. Nothing survives our yard, not a frog, worm, or bug. She's a Frisbee dog so watch out little birdie because she'll catch you too! She was obsessed with a ball she stole from the cats so I had to take it. Yeah, we have three cats too. While it was cute hearing her jingle as she walked through the house with it in her mouth, she would take a dogs cheek off for looking at her -because she knew that they wanted that ball! Like other JRTs she goes nuts over a flash light, but I do have to use it occassionally to get a frog from her at night. No amount of foaming at the mouth or vomitting will stop her frog hunting! The older she gets the worse the digging gets as her prey instincts are more intense. More recently she has become quite the obsessive rock collector. Quiet, calm (serious!), peace loving, not too affectionate, and she owns my heart - the absolute best in my pack. I wouldn't take a million dollars for this dog, the heartache isn't worth it.
TOBY
Sweetest, needy, lap dog
Broken coat Jack Russell, appox. 2 yrs, pulled from the pound to foster in Feb. 2009, but 24 hrs with this baby and I knew he was a gift sent from above. I wonder how an affectionate little dog like Toby could wind up a stray and later urgent at the pound. I'm so glad we found each other because he is my "tiny boy" that walks all over my heart. If you can't find Toby, call him out from under the couch. He just discovered he fits under there. He doesn't like his feet wet so I sometimes have to walk him out in the yard. He's had a fractured hip at some point in his short life and is afraid of cars when you walk with him. Naturally we think he may have been hit by a car. He also has little scars in several places throughout his body. He carries one foot up like it's too short - it dangles when he stands still. It doesn't cause him any pain, we know this because he can run with the rest of the gang and like a JRT, he is fast! I'm not sure if it's his hip or just his size, but I've seen him pee on his front leg many times when he lifts his leg outside. Most times he's right by my feet or he'll find someone to hold him if I'm busy. Bonnie is his favorite playmate, he barks at her when she's had enough, but it's a play bark so it's hard to get upset about that. I know he found the right home because he can't be alone or he'll bark his head off. Trust me, you'll know if he's locked in a room. He'll bark at the door to let me know that another dogs wants in. We are delighted to have Toby in our lives. He's affectionate, not a kisser, but loves to be held close to your heart. As soon as you pick him up he plops his head over on your chest. He has the most captivating eyes I've ever seen on a dog.
Darlin'
learning to live as a family dog
Mixed breed, DNA markers for Golden Retriever and English Coonhound. approx. 3 yrs, rescued from the streets in March 2009 after feeding her in a grocery store parking lot EVERY night for 6 mos. She use to cross a four lane highway every night to eat, then she ran back across the highway and into some woods right afterwards. We had to set a trap because she was so fearful, she still is, but she has made phenomenal progress. She would like nothing better than for me to live alone as a hermit because I am the only one she trusts, although it took several weeks for her to learn to trust me. Darlin has her own blog because her story touched so many hearts on Petfinder. I have been encouraged to write a book about her rescue and rehabilitation and I probably will. Because of her blog, it seemed fitting to give all my dogs a place on the web. Her link is below.
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Thanks for visiting my blog. I like your cowlick,I mean dimples!
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Bijou
LOVE the cowlick!!
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We brought our first Dachshund back from Germany! She left us in January at 14 and a half. My husband was in the military and we were stationed there for several years. What part of Germany did you bring your Doxie back from? Ours was from Frankfurt.
It's great meeting you!
Pirmasens, I know Frankfurt, my mother was from a small town outside of Giessen. I was born and raised there, Dad was Army, Mom was German, so we spent most of our time there. I'm married to a retired Navy guy myself.
ReplyDeleteBrandy lived to be almost 15. My dads friend was sitting at a red light when I guy got out of his car with Brandy and his things practically dropping Brandy in our friends lap. He said his girlfriend couldn't keep him, he was 9 months old at the time. Our friends had a short hair Doxie named Whiskey (I know!) and asked if we wanted Brandy. He was a great dog. I was a teenager when we got him. I would put Brandy in the basket of my bike and ride all over. He loved it, sat up so proud with his ears blowing in the wind. Because of him I will always love Dachshunds.
I inheritated a Border Collie 8 yrs ago when my customer died. Only family was allowed to see him in critical care, but I snuck in late one night because I knew he missed his dog. His dog was all he had and that dog was so loved and spoiled. He ordered him steak tips every night from Ruby Tuesdays and drove him around in his Jaguar. I was told he was in a coma and he wouldn't know me if he opened his eyes. I walked up to him and called out his name and told him who I was in case he was disoriented. I said, "I wanted you to know that I have Toma, he's fine and I'll take care of him. I got some of his things from your house and he's sleeping on your blanket from your chair." He opened his eyes and gave me a little grin then went back to sleep. His family asked me to take the dog. I cared for him a lot when my customer traveled, but it wasn't the right time in my life for him. I found a great couple (cats, never had kids) that fell in love with him and I still receive pictures every Christmas. Toma means Mans Best Friend. Sometimes I feel guilty that I didn't keep him, but he obviously found the right home. He was an amazing Frisbee dog too!
It's great meeting you too! I always have a story. lol