This page is dedicated to those wonderful animals we call our pets. Most of them are part of our families and I know we would do anything for them. It is also dedicated, I guess, mostly to my new puppy, "Teddie", who was stolen from my yard on February 11, 1999 in the middle of the afternoon. Teddie, we love and miss you.



This a gif of what my greyhound, Jeff, looked like. One morning around 3 a.m. I woke to find my husband shutting the front door and innocently asked what it was. Knowing I have a big neon sign on my head that says "sucker" he quickly said "don't look, it's nothing, just a big grey hound." Well, thinking it was just another hound dog wanting food or water, I went to the door and saw what was the most beautiful greyhound racing dog, hunched over, shaking and cold. One kind word from me and he was in my home with what seemed the biggest grin on his face. I tried to find the owners and succeeded in doing so, however, found that the owners dropped him off in my neighborhood because they no longer wanted him. Jeff or Jeffy, as I called him, turned out to be one of the gentlest, kindest, smartest dogs I have ever known. He was housebroken and loved children. Jeff only barked once in the time I had him and that was directly in my face. He wanted a bone and I wasn't paying attention. He loved cheetos and marshmallows the most, however. As big as he was, 91 pounds, he was never clumsy. He would curl up in a ball to sleep in the corner of a room. Whenever someone knocked on the door, he would wait until the door was open, unfold himself and come to greet the visitor. A watchdog he was not, but he did keep close tabs on me. He stayed at my side until the person would leave. The only fault we knew of was when it would thunder. If we would open the front door, Jeffy would be off like a flash. I guess it was like a starting gunshot for him. It broke my heart to adopt him out, but I know he got a good family. I miss you Jeffy.

                               
And you think You have problems? My good friend Hezzie must feel like this poor kitty every time I tell her to "hang on" which is a lot of times.


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DOLLIE

As promised, here is my baby Dollie. She is a four year old Miniature Labrador Retriever. She can do anything a regular sized Lab does, but she is about 35 pounds average weight compared to the 50-90 pound Lab. Dollie came to us via the Humane Society and proved right from the start that she was one of the smartest dogs in the world. She was housebroken in three days! She was very sick in the beginning, but with good loving care, she pulled through her ordeal. She almost lost all of her hair in the process, but as you can see, her coat is shiny black and beautiful. Dollie loves to ride in the car, eats everything Mommy and Daddy cook (basically eats EVERYTHING, except peas), chases squirrels, rabbits, deer and cats. She loves children and hates beards. She takes good care of our gerbils when they escape and run around the house. She finds them for us and stays on point until we capture them. She is a perfect watch dog and barks at strangers only. Her favorite spot is next to me in my chair while I'm watching television or under my feet while I'm playing on the computer. When we tell the children "Time for bed", Dollie slinks off into my son's room. She knows that those words are for ALL our children. The picture is of her getting ready to sleep in "her" bed, which she graciously shares with my son. I guess you can say, we have been very lucky with dogs. Dollie is really Mommy's puppy. :)

We have a new addition (still trying for one that no one will steal). Her name is Pongo and it suits her well as she pongs from one end of the room to the other. She's an energetic mutt with rotty coloring. She's about 4 months old, came to us when she was 3 months weighing only 6 lbs and full of worms and disease. We (I) nursed her back to health with gatorade every 20 minutes and lots of good TLC. She's now up to a whopping 16 or 17 lbs and has a healthy appetite as well as a great attitude. This is one fine dog. I hope the dog nappers leave her alone. I've changed vets so we'll see.

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