My Favorite Dawgs

With Molly growing up. We had to get rid of her due to allergies though. She made her debut on Pets on Parade on TV and ended up in a good home. 

Second dog growing up was Libby. Here is her glamour shot sporting some extension hair pieces I had. 

Poor Liberty Bell is getting old. Hopefully  she has a couple more years in her. 

Ben and Chantal's beagle Max was a little sweetheart. We got to see him at Thanksgiving and then a few weeks later he died from being sick. Poor little Maximus. He was a good dog. 


Aunt Rosie and Uncle Steve's dog Baseball. She has the best personality you can't help but fall in love with her. She is blind in both eyes, but her mom and dad help her get around. 

Buster the chihuahua whose owner was the man I used to take care of. Technically he is Buster the 3rd, because there were two Busters before him, but that was only name his owner could remember. Buster loved to snuggle more then any dog I've ever seen! He was in heaven on your lap. 

Moxie taking it easy on the couch the she just had mastered how to jump up on. 

I found this poem and it couldn't say it any better what life has been life with a puppy the last few months. I can't even imagine what caring for kids must be like. We get up at the crack of dawn to take Ms. Moxie out when she starts groaning and grunting in her crate insisting it's time for us to get out of bed, our daily conversations now seem to start with how many poops she had that day, we have to put up with her sbd's (silent but deadly) while we are watching tv and trust me they can make your eyes water!, and her little puppy teeth are more like little shredders. You name it she'll put it in her mouth and chew it to shreds. A lady told Matt that's why God made puppies so stinkin cute so that you don't kill them when chew up all your stuff. How true.


This morning, I woke up & kissed my dad's head.
I peed on the carpet, then went back to bed.
"The life of a puppy, oh my, this is great."
Then I thought about breakfast," I hope it's not late."
Mom took me outside, we walked for a while.
This never fails to make Mama smile.
I sniffed of everything, that we did pass,
I ate something weird - it gave me gas.

I'm sure God loves me, I know that is true.
He gave me so many great things to chew.
Rugs, plants or rocks, I really don't care.
What I truly like best, is Dad's underwear.

I made streamers of T. P., while running at full speed.
Mom is pretty quick -- but I was still in the lead.
I flew under the bed, and Mom flew past,
She stopped-shook her head, and breathed,
"You're too fast."

Mama later phoned Daddy, and said, "It was frightening!"
That afternoon, she was sure I'd pooped lightning.
She'd sat at the computer, while I chewed the cord,
She thought I was mad, but I was just bored.

When Mama had enough, couldn't take anymore,
That's when my tushy got shoved out the door.
I love it inside, but outside is best.
Lay in the cool grass, and had a good rest.

That didn't last long, there was too much to do--
Can't quite remember where I hid Daddy's shoe.
I found an old bone, and scratched at a flea,
I watched the dumb squirrels as they jumped in a tree.

I barked at the kids, when they got off the bus.
I can't figure out why this makes Mama fuss.
I barked at the neighbor, I barked at the wind.
I barked and barked, till Mom yelled, "COME IN."
-Author unkown