Adopted! A new beginning for Gizmo!

The second week of June brought several people who were interested in Gizmo. She was crossposted on Facebook, on Petfinder classifieds, listed on Russell Rescue, and on Last Chance Dog Rescue Alabama. Life with Dogs posted her as well.

We interviewed two potential adopters, but unfortunately we only have one Gizmo. When I told Shannon that Gizmo wanted her to be her new Mom, she said that Gizmo will live the rest of her sweet life with them. She took a piece of my heart with her, but she is happy in her new life and that means the world to me.

Gizmo has a terrier mix sister named Honey. She is a gentle little dog, with a calm and sweet spirit.



She also has a brother named Henry, but he didn't slow down long enough to get a good picture!



Here she is meeting her family in her new home. I hear her Dad said that Gizmo is going to be his dog. She's doing very well and loves everyone.





The hardest part of leaving her was seeing Gizmo look up at me as though we were leaving together. Her Dad took her out back with the other dogs so she wouldn't see me leave.



She was my Baby Girl, even for such a short time.

Gizmo rocks!!

Gizmo is looking for her forever human. Please see the two previous posts for more details, pictures, and another video. You can send me a message throgh my profile. A widget on the side bar will also take you to our other blog where you will find our profile.

Gizmo still needs a forever home

Some new pictures of our foster girl. This dog is a sweetheart! She's been turning over and giving us her belly which is a good sign showing she trusts us. She's doing well here, but hoping her forever human will see her and give her the life she deserves. 11 lbs, 11 years old, owner surrender to the shelter, fully vetted and fully housetrained. No health issues, teeth are beautiful! Loves to play catch, she's still has lots of life in her. No issues with cats whatsoever. You want the perfect dog that's so easy to care for? She's right here!













Currently living in Central AL. No small/young children. Please see her previous post.

Our foster girl needs a loving home!

I've been actively involved in animal rescue for the past few months. We'll have lot's of stories to share with you soon.

Meet Gizmo, our little foster girl. I pulled her from the shelter thinking she was going to rescue. I decided to foster her because she had kennel cough when I picked her up. She is well now. Her bones, blankie, and toys are packed. She is ready to go to her forever home. She needs a safe place where she will get attention, love, and the security of retirement. If you ever dreamt of a perfect little lap dog that is no trouble whatsoever, Gizmo is your girl.

If we didn't have a house full of dogs already, she would never leave. I cannot keep her; I promised to save her and rehome her.



My name is Gizmo. My name is all I have left of my old life. I'm an 11 yr. old JRT mix that once had a family that held me and spoiled me with treats. My family took me to the shelter and told them that "I tried to bite the grandkids", but my records state I have no bite history. A lady came to save me from an uncertain fate and now I'm looking for my forever home.

I got sick at the shelter, but I took antibiotics and I feel much better now! Kennel cough is a common respiratory infection that many dogs can get in a shelter environment. My foster Mom pushed my medicine down the back of my throat and I didn't bite her! I didn't even try! I didn't fight or squirm either!! You should have seen me at the vet! I was on my best behavior getting shots, my check-up and my nails trimmed!!

My foster home has three cats that don't interest me at all!

I'm also living with five dogs and I'm doing well.

I'm fine in a crate, but I prefer to be in a room when no one is with me. In fact if foster Mom is busy, I just go right back to my bed. Foster Mom let me stay in a room the first few days, but my foster brother let me sleep with him after that! I'm fine in your bed or in my own!!

I'm so easy to care for - you would love me if you knew me!

I'm completely housetrained. I go potty and I'm ready to go back inside. My foster family has 15 steps and I run up them like I'm 2 years old!!

I like to be held and to lie in your lap, but if you can't hold me I'll just find a soft spot to get comfortable.

I don't bark unless other dogs bark first, then I chime in. I do well on a leash and would love to go for walks with you.

I'm affectionate, but not the kissing type. If you speak to me, I'm all ears!

I have many good years ahead of me to love someone new. I've adapted easily to a lot of change recently and I still love everyone.

I like to play "catch the soft toy" and I'll bring it back to you. I can easily run up and down steps and walk on wood or tile floors, but I only weigh 11 lbs so you can carry me if you want to. I'm also very good at sitting with my paws up and begging if I need to go outside or if I'm asking you to pick me up.

I don't do well on hard food. I have my teeth, but it doesn't appear that I've eaten it before. This explains why I lost so much weight in the shelter. (EDIT 6/15) Gizmo actually likes Pedigree dry. She grazes a little in the morning and late afternoon. I guess she wasn't familiar with our premium food - Taste Of The Wild.

Foster Mom thinks it would be better for my to go to a home without children or to a home with teenagers. I don't mind if you kiss me when you are holding me, but it's probably best that no one lean over the top of me.

Foster Mom will discuss adoption with family or friends. She doesn't want me to go back to a shelter again where I could lose my life. Foster Mom would keep me, but her house is full and if she keeps me she won't be able to help other dogs in the future.

If you know someone looking for a small lap dog with good manners, please tell them about me. My health is good and my teeth are good. I'm spayed and up-to-date on my shots. DOB 3/29/1999. Application, home visit, and adoption fee will apply. Transportation can be arranged. Long distance transport is additional cost. I'm worth it!!

One black spot

Tobys ears were bothering him this week. He scratches, cries, and shakes his head. The head shaking is not good because it can cause a hematoma (blood clot) on the ear that could require surgery. Our cat had one once from shaking her head when she got ear mites from our other cat. Lilith was a stray. After a couple of visits the vet and with the use of medication, they always come back.

Toby will lie next to Sam and Sam will lick his ears. I usually stop them because every time Sam licks his ears they start to bother him. I have to hold Toby down for ear drops because he doesn't like his ears or feet messed with. My husband put the drops in his ears and went to bed. Toby didn't want to have anything to do with me after that.

Oh, Come on Tobes, sit with Mommy.



Don't you want to sit with Mommy?



Toby, you don't have to lay over there, come up on the couch with me.



Tobster?



Okay, I'll leave you alone.



That one black spot makes Toby a Tri-colored Jack Russell.

Chloe's health is worsening

Yesterday I had the mobile vet come to give the dogs their annual shots and check-ups. Usually the dogs go to our regular vet, but Darlin’, our rescued stray, needed a heartworm recheck so I decided since I was paying the vet to see Darlin’, I might as well have them all taken care of at home. It sure beat splitting them up in pairs and taking them at two different times. It was very convenient having to only walk out my front door to her mobile unit.

Darlin’ went first. She was fearful as I expected, but she did walk up into the truck alone. She went and cowered on the scale so getting her weight was easy. She weighed in at 47 lbs and is overweight. No surprise, she is inactive and prefers to live her days and nights at my feet. She was 34 lbs one year ago when she saw the vet the first time. At that point I had been feeding her 8 months, six months while living on the streets and two months here at home. She had a lot of exercise while living alone and out in the elements. Now the most exercise she gets is a little time out in the yard and occasionally a good run with Toby, her buddy who she’s bonded with. I knew she was too fat, but 13lbs up was a shock to me! All of the skin that hung below her tummy from having puppies before we met has filled in and is nothing but fat. I’d like for her to lose 10 lbs. She didn’t budge or make a sound during her exam and shots. She is heartworm negative! I had a feeling the results would be good because she no longer has labored breathing. We are thankful.



Toby was next. He had his shots, his teeth examined, and his nails trimmed, as they all did. He does not like his feet or ears messed with. Last week it took 30 minutes of massaging him for me to trim the five longest nails! The technician had to hold him tight as he wiggled and moaned to free himself from her grasp. Every time the vet trimmed off a nail we would say, “Good Boy!” His tail began to wag and it got easier. Her scale weighed him at 14.8 pounds. She was amazed, but he doesn’t have an ounce of fat on him. She commented about how much muscle he has now and how he only weighed 11lbs when she trimmed his nails for me last year. I told her how he had only been out of the pound a month at that time and that we think he was right at a year old. At one year dogs are at adult size, but most dogs are not at adult weight until they are 1 1/2 - 2 years old, under normal diet and circumstances.



Bonnie was very submissive, tail lowered and curled under as much as it could. She didn’t make a sound when she got her shots or her nails trimmed and she trembled like a leaf when I carried her out. Bonnie doesn’t like visiting the vet at all; no amount of sweet talk will get a tail wag out of her. She weighed in at 19 lbs, exactly what she weighed last year. Bonnie could lose 1-2 pounds which won’t be hard now that our weather is warming up.



Sam, the role model and perfect mascot for any mobile vet. He ran up into the truck wagging his tail and greeted the vet and assistant with tail wags and kisses. He went straight to the scale to sniff and his weight was 56.7 lbs! He weighed 48 lbs when we adopted him less than 5 years ago. He did fine with his exam, nail trim, and check-up, but he screamed when she drew blood. Sam will be 10 years old this December. Because of his age she prefers to do a blood test on older dogs to check for early signs of kidney problems or other possible diseases. If the vet had allowed me to hold his leg still instead of letting it dangle, he wouldn’t have pulled back and lost the needle three times. Next year I will hold his leg and she will only have to stick him once! After he had his blood drawn he sat there with his ears flat against his head and looked like a wounded puppy, but he still had it in him to lean over and kiss the technician. You gotta love Sam!



Chloe was last. She ran into the truck excited and ready to meet and greet. Chloe has a collapsed trachea so I talked to the vet about her snorting like a pig when she eats, her frantic breathing when she gets excited, and her teeth because I swear this dog has gum disease for being so young. Chloe had lost two teeth before she was three years old, she has the plaque and tarter of an old dog and her breath is so bad sometimes it will turn your stomach. Last year my vet complimented my dog’s teeth and asking me what I fed them. At the time I questioned whether he had examined them thoroughly because Chloe’s teeth and breath were already bad for a five year old dog. I suppose what I told the vet led her to look further. She asked if she could x-ray Chloe. I thought she was going to see if her trachea was narrowing more. She took x-rays of her chest instead. When she put the x-ray up for me to see, she said, “If I were to just glance at this x-ray, what do you think I would say to myself?” I looked at the x-ray and without a doubt in my mind I knew, “She has an enlarged heart.”





Chloe weighed 24 lbs so she needs to lose 4-5 lbs. I’d like her to have an ultrasound to make sure that her distended stomach is not a fluid build up related issue. Chloe always feels bloated to me, especially after she eats, which has concerned me for the last few years.



So what causes Coronary Heart Disease in Dogs? Some dogs may be predisposed it. Chloe probably is considering her declining heath since she was a year old when we discovered her collapsed trachea. Some research shows low levels of Taurine deficiency may contribute to enlarged heart. I found this website helpful in researching dog food and canine dietary needs, The Dog Food Project.

My dogs eat meat several times a week and eat canned dog food, supposedly a meat food. I checked the label of Predigree and what do you think the first ingredient is? Water! Grains and by-products too. Dogs don’t eat grains naturally. If they lived in the wild they would get their grains from the stomachs of the animals they eat, not by going out and grazing in a wheat field. I have tried a raw meat diet, but I don’t live near a butcher so it’s not something we can afford.

People should feed their dogs what they can afford. I have recently cut down on our dog food expenses by mixing some dry into their dinner. I’m switching to Taste of the Wild Wetlands dry and going to spend the money I would on canned food for five dogs to whole foods and prepare their foods myself. I already boil chicken once a week for them so now I will make enough chicken and ground beef to take the place of their canned food. I’ll probably give them the ground beef raw. I think it would be cheaper for us than to buy the highest quality canned food. I’ll let you know if I can do this. The dogs need to lose weight so a higher protein based diet should help. The only carbohydrates they will get will come from natural occurring starches in sweet potatoes and carrots, maybe some peas. I have more research and reading to do. The vet thinks cutting out on a few treats a day will help with their weight loss. I’ve already been breaking treats in half and my husband understands the importance of doing his part now. He sometimes gives two treats! It’s his fault! ;o)

I’ve checked my records from a year ago and there are some weight discrepancies between the two vet’s scales, but it’s obvious that at least three of the dogs need to lose more than a few pounds. Other than the weight issues and Chloe’s findings, the other dogs were all healthy.

You may have noticed we had some snow last month here in Alabama. It was nice for the dogs, but not so good to me. I took this picture right before I fell down these stairs!



The water in the wood was frozen which made the steps very slick. I managed to break my fall by grabbing the railing. My foot prints were on the bottom two steps so I slipped down 13 of them. I was pretty bruised up. My arm was really bruised from breaking my fall, I guess it slammed into the railing. My butt was black until about a week ago. The worst was the back of both calves hit so hard one still has bruise all the way across the back and is just now turning blue. It is and was quite deep in the muscle. I have a lot to be thankful for since it was no worse than that. Not long after I fell I had my son put up baby gates and we used the downstairs entrance until the temperatures warmed up.

Our area didn't get an inch, other areas had several inches.

Saturday Smiles

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Mommy’s been crying

Tomorrow is a special anniversary for me. Mom has made it my birthday too because my new life began on Saturday, February 21, 2009.

The post is long, filled with many details, but we want to share our story for those who will take time to read it.

A year ago Mom saw three Terriers on Petfinder that were out of time and listed as Urgent. Mom found rescue for two of the Jack Russell's and only had to find a spot for one. Mom already had three dogs at the time, plus she had, Jack, a foster dog, and she was trying to figure out how to trap a stray dog (Darlin’) that she had been feeding. Mom was also trying to find a home for Skip, Jacks housemate that was being boarded at the time. Mom called the shelter and told them she couldn’t make the trip until Saturday, but to please hold the dogs for her.

Jack, moms foster dog at the time.





The day before Mom made the trip to Tennessee she received an email that Grady, the Fox Terrier, was adopted so she only had to pick up two dogs.

The links are still there and that’s what made Mommy get all emotional.

http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=13042539

http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=12967638?rvp=1

http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=13048928?rvp=1




More About Toto
Toto is a real sweetheart. We think he is a young adult his teeth are very clean. He loves to be held and near people. He needs a loving forever home with someone who will keep him as a faithful companion. He is very unhappy and lonely here. Dogs at the shelter do not have long. If you see an animal you are interested in, please contact us as soon as possible.



More About Laurel
This a sweet loving and giving dog. She will give you unconditional love and affection. She needs a forever home that will keep her inside and allow her to be a lap dog! Dogs at the shelter do not have long. If you see an animal you are interested in, please contact us as soon as possible.




More About Grady
Grady is a super sweet adult male. He loves to be held and loved. He will make an awesome indoor companion pet. If you are looking for a lap snuggler heres your boy! Dogs at the shelter do not have long. If you see an animal you are interested in, please contact us as soon as possible.

I remember the day Grady left. I was scared and lonely. I use to bark a lot hoping they would come get me out of there. I couldn’t see much because there were walls around me, but I could watch people walk by. The floor was cold and I didn’t have any soft babies or anyone to keep me company. A nice looking lady walked by my kennel talking to the lady who worked where I was living at the time. She stopped and talked to me while the lady that worked there told her all kinds of really nice things about me. But then they kept on walking until I couldn’t see them anymore…

Later that day the lady that worked at the shelter took me out of my kennel and put me in a dog carrier. I was so scared. I didn’t do anything wrong! I didn’t know why they would do that to me! Then she stopped and took another dog out of her kennel and put her in a dog carrier. She was scared too. The shelter worker called her Laurel. She picked us up and walked us out of the building and put us in her car. I thought we were going home! Finally!!!

We arrived at another building and she carried us inside. She handed us over to some nice people wearing bright colorful uniforms. The lady took us back to a room and took us out of the dog carrier and put us in small metal cages. Oh no! I thought, not again!

Later that evening when the building was quiet they came to get me. They poked me in the leg with a sharp needle and I don’t remember that night at all. In the morning I woke up feeling kind of woozy and sick. I started barking for them to let me out of there, but my voice had changed! I went to sleep, exhausted, stressed, and unsure about what was going on.

In the morning, the lady that poked me in the leg the night before came to get me and Laurel. This time she didn’t put me in the dog carrier, she carried me out into the lobby! Oh how I love to be held! As she walked out with me, I saw Mom standing there. Mommy had her sister with her and she was very excited to see us. Our eyes met and I knew that Mommy was there because of me! The lady carried me out to Mommy’s car and put me in another darn dog carrier, but something felt right now so I was quiet and calm. The woman told Mom that she thought I had been de-barked because my voice sounded weird. I had a sore throat from barking because I was so afraid, but no one knew that! Then she put Laurel in the other dog carrier in Moms car and she didn’t make a sound either. Mom thanked the lady, offered us a dog biscuit, and drove away with me and Laurel in the back.

We were in the car about 45 minutes when I got sick. The hills of Tennessee wind through the mountains, plus I didn’t have my strength back from the night before. I heard Mommy tell her sister that she needed to pull over and check on us, that she thought one of us got sick. Mom pulled over and told me in a soft voice that everything was going to be okay. She took the towel out of my kennel and put a fresh one in for me. She kept driving and we remained quiet as a mouse.

Mom stopped a little while after that and met with another nice lady. She said we were really cute. They exchanged some papers and that lady put Laurel in her car. Mom’s sister, Brenda wanted Laurel. I heard her call her husband and ask him if she could adopt her, but she was disappointed when he told her they needed to make the decision together.

Then Mom stopped again, but this time she stopped at a place that smelled so good! She took me out of the carrier and let me go potty. She poured me a bowl of water and I drank every drop because I was so thirsty. Mommy handed my leash to her sister and she went inside. She came back out and unwrapped the most wonderful smelling sandwich and gave me all of the roast beef! Then she tore up the bread and I ate that too! I snatch it out of her hands because I hadn’t eaten in 24 hours! I knew I must be in heaven now! If riding in Moms car meant I was going to eat roast beef, I was going to be on my best behavior!

After I ate she put me back in the carrier and we drove a long time to her sisters house. We got out of the car and took a few pictures. Mom’s sister didn’t have a dog, but she had a dog bed so she went inside and brought it out to me! I loved it right away! Brenda carried me to Moms car in the dog bed and put me in the front seat this time.

Brenda and me





Mom told me to lie down and rest because we still had a long ride ahead of us.





It was dark by the time we got to Mommy’s house. She had been driving 11 hours that day and we were both worn out. This time she didn’t carry me, she let me walk inside on my own. Sam, Chloe, Bonnie, and her foster dog, Jack, greeted me at the door. I saw Daddy across the room with a big smile on his face, but all he said was, “Oh my.” I knew I was home, I just knew it!

I found a spot under Mommy desk so I could be close to her when she worked. A few days later when she realized I was going to lay there a lot she put a bed under there for me.

I still had betadine stains on me.



I was here just three days, when one night I was laying on Mommy’s lap while she watched TV, Mom looked down at me with tears in her eyes, and then she looked over at Daddy and said, “Can we keep him? I promise I won’t keep anymore.” Daddy said, “I knew he would never leave when he walked in the door.” Mom gets all emotional when something touches her heart, so she started crying!

But that’s not all!

Mommy couldn’t understand how I became a stray. I was at that pound ten days so she thought that was enough time for my owners to find me. Besides, I was picked up in a very small town so it shouldn’t have been hard to find a lost dog. Mom knew if she had a dog that got lost she would search everywhere and never give up hope. As much as she was falling in love with me, she wanted to make sure that no one was looking for me.

So she began searching lost dog websites and Craigslist and look what Mommy found…

“I was picking up my kitty from the vet the other day, and in walked a woman with scrubs on. She was just getting to the vet office and turns out she was from animal control. Next thing I knew, she was bringing in two crates...each filled with a precious Jack Russell. Turns out that she was bringing them there so a rescue could pick them up after they got fixed. The first one that came in was sooo soo hyper in his little crate! He just seemed so happy. It filled my heart with joy--this little guy was no longer on death row. And it seemed like he knew it too! Ya know, he was like "I’m free! I’m a free man!" It was so heartwarming. The next one that came in was a little more timid, like she was saying "ok I have no clue what’s going on...nervous.." I don’t know if it’s just me, but this really touched me. The Jack Russell rescue was taking in these little guys. You know most times, the rescues still have to pay the shelters to get an animal out...and they only care about the animals. So in my opinion rescues are a blessing! Thank you rescues everywhere for saving innocent little prisoned animals!!

So Mommy replied to this message…

Was this at Anderson Clinic? Your post sounds like my rescues that I picked up from there after they were altered. I picked up two, a broken coat male and a smooth coat female. Let me know, I'll send you a picture.

And the lady wrote back…

YES! It was! I’d LOVE to see some pics; these dogs were just TOO TOO precious! :-)

Mommy wrote her back and she sent pictures of me. She also thanked this lady for her kind words and mentioning how rescues work with their own funds to save dogs and cats.

Mom renamed me Andy. Daddy said I needed a good Irish name since England and Ireland are where Jack Russell’s originated from. A few days after naming me Andy, Mom found out that her foster dog, Jack, and his brother, a shepherd/husky mix, which was being boarded at a vet’s office at the time, was dumped at the local kill shelter by his owner - a man named Andy! Mommy quickly renamed me something that wouldn’t remind her of that guy!

And guess where Jack went to live? Moms sister and her husband decided to come visit Jack just two weeks later! Jack was easy to care for, no issues whatsoever and completely house trained. He would sometimes go 10 hours without having to potty. He never barked and was very affectionate. It had been years since they had a dog so Jack was a good match for them. They adopted him and gave him a forever home!

Here's Jack with Brenda's grandaughter who loves him very much!



Daddy found Skip a home with a co-worker about two weeks later. Skip took the place of a dog that died of old age. His friend was very sad and lonely without him so Skip still has a friend to live with.

Mom took me to the vet to have an x-ray because I carry one leg up and I didn't have any muscle tone on my back legs. The vet told her I had a fractured hip at some point that had healed and he thought I might be two years old, but he was sure I was young. I weighed exactly 11 lbs then, but I was very thin and you could feel my bones. Since then my teeth show a little more age and I now weigh a whopping 13.6 lbs! Some of that is muscle too! Mom is pretty sure I'm two years old now, so I was right around a year old when she found me.

Mommy wanted another Jack Russell Terrier, but she didn’t want to rush into anything because Bonnie is a dominant female and it would take a special dog to get along with her. Mommy also wanted a Jack Russell with black markings, one with a mask over one eye. Mom does believe that we get the dogs who need us, not necessarily the ones we want. I’m glad Mommy wanted me because I needed her. Some people might call me a foster failure, but my Mom calls me a blessing.

So that’s my story! I hope you enjoyed learning more about me!



With love, Toby

What the dogs do when I'm not home

I wanted to get a nanny cam to see what the dogs do when I'm away. My daughter took this picture for me. She and my husband told me that they wait for me by the door. Darlin', our rescued stray, still has fear issues with my family so she waits in her bed in my room. She will greet me with the others when I open the door. This picture makes me heart happy.

Feeding five dogs, with video

Hi Everyone! No, we didn't fall off the face of the earth. Mom has had a lot of work and little free time for posting. She sure takes a lot of pictures though and she made a few videos too. Special Thanks to our furry friends that stopped by to check on us.

Our weather is warming up, although we just went through two full days of rain with cold wind so we slept a lot. You can even see green patches of new grass coming up in our yard, a sure sign that spring is just around the corner.

Mom was able to check in with many of you, but hasn't commented because it took time. She hopes to have more time to blog soon, but she is thankful for her work. We are all do for our annual check-up and shots, plus Mom may have the mobile vet come again to check if Darlin' is free from heartworms. We sure hope so!

The OP Pack gave us our first official blog award! They named us! It's the Showing Some Love Award! Our Mom's heart just swelled up with love! She's a sensitive type and we are still kinda new to dog blogging so that meant a lot to her. Thank you so much Phantom and Thunder for thinking of us and making us feel warm and fuzzy inside as you spread your love throughout dog blog land. We love you both and your Mom!





Please copy the image, save it to your computer, and add it to your blog. We would like to show our love by offering this award to everyone that stops by! Our friends deserve the special attention! That's you!

To kick off a new week and hopefully a few more posts during February, Mom made a video of dinner at our house. Some nights are quieter (a lot quieter) in the kitchen than others, but this is our routine.

In the video Mom was mentioning what she feeds us. She has changed our food since the first of the year. She always free feeds dry, which we graze on a little if we get hungry. You know we don't eat much dry because a 20lb bag of dry lasts almost 6 months. At dinner Mom was feeding us two large cans and one small can of wet food divided up between five dogs, with portions adjusted for the size of each dog.

Mom boils chicken at least once a week. She saves all the broth and tears all of the chicken off the bones. We get chicken and broth over our canned food for dinner, but just a little to enhance the scent and flavor.

Recently our Mom decided to switch things up a bit. She now puts a thin layer of dry in each bowl and pours some broth on top to help moisten it. That has helped to cut back on one large can of food, saving about $38 a month. We'll go through more dry now, but the dry food will go further. We don't mind. We still get the chicken and broth and it adds a little crunch to our meals which is good for our teeth and slows down Sam and Chloe a bit, the two dogs that eat the fastest.

Mom was really disappointed in some beef pizzle she bought last fall. She bought 12 lbs and if you've ever bought pizzle you know how expensive it can be. Well Mom put it in a Tidy Cat plastic container with a lid. Last week she wanted to fill our treat jar and the pizzle smelled awful, more than it usually does. It was full of bugs! They were probably in the pizzle when we got it, not from a bucket in the pantry, we don't have any bugs in there. They were weird looking too, similar to a furry rolly polly. Somebody at the dump may like it, but Mom was disgusted and said that she doesn't care if we're dogs, she's not giving us treats that had bugs!

Here are a couple of videos from dinner time at our house. Watch the mean ole' cat we have slap Toby in the butt! Poor Toby, it happens when he's not looking!

We'll try again tomorrow on the second video, blogger is being difficult.