Okay, here's our pack, in order of appearance. They are all rescues from different places. Two are the occupational hazard of working at a vet's office.
[size=+2]Neville[/size] is an unknown breed, about 8 yrs old now.
No one can figure out his breed. But after 5 years with him, we are convinced he is an alien. Definitely related to Stitch. Runs with scissors and plays with matches. Pretends to be tough but is actually a big baby. Tries to look innocent, but is usually plotting something.
[size=+2]Luna [/size] is an Eskimo dog mix, about 5 yrs old. Alternates between being the "pretty girl" and a tom-boy. Neville's partner in crime. They are best friends.
[size=+2]Juanita (aka, Senorita Juanita Chiquita Banana)[/size], teacup Chihuahua from a high-kill shelter, about 8 yrs old. Terrified of everything when I got her. Three years later, only terrified of most things. Hates my DH. Only 3.5 lbs, she becomes a Rottweiler when he walks in the room. Worships the ground I walk on. (Good dog!)
[size=+2]Buddy (aka, Budreau)[/size], Dachshund, one of the "occupational hazard" dogs. Was 37 lbs (morbidly obese) when he came to us. Down to a healthy 18 lbs in 4 months. Original plan was to find him a different home, but at 13 yrs, we decided he'd had enough upheaval in his life (owner died, next owners went into nursing home) and would stay with us. Eats poop. Ick.
[size=+2]Peabody[/size], the reason I'm not allowed to go to the pet superstore unsupervised on adoption days. Theoretically a Miniature Pincher/Chihuahua mix, approximately 11 yrs old. Extremely polite. Juanita's best friend. Yes, her ears are
that big.
[size=+2]The Gooch (aka Agnes Gooch)[/size], Shih Tzu, about 8 yrs old, the second of our "occupational hazard" dogs. Name comes from my favorite movie, "Auntie Mame." Has one good eye and three and a half legs. No idea what happened to the other eye/half leg. Was practically unrecognizable when brought in to the clinic. Now completely spoiled rotten (as it should be). Daddy's girl. Sleeps on DH's pillow every night.
[size=+2]Sparky[/size], about 1.5 yrs old, Chihuahua (or mix), our foster dog. Kicked out of the house by relatives when his mother died. We took him in and got him registered with the local Humane Society. Total mama's boy. Still a puppy. Disembowels toys. Adores Luna.
They are all spoiled, as rescues should be. They have enough house manner to not be too obnoxious and that's fine with us. All are/were "special needs" (except maybe Luna) who were unlikely to be adopted (seniors, shy, "defective"), so we took them. They are fabulous dogs and we wouldn't trade them for the world!
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