A 2001 look at my four-leggers, furry, muggers (dogs!)
Bear, the grandma of the yard, has seen it all -- all except this - Mom leaning over
the fence, camera in hand. Bear's face seems tolerant, but also asking,
"Mom! What RU doing???!!!"
What a cutey. Here's Del, short for Deliverance. Del has been through the mill, from
severe abuse, to starvation, to having to live on the street with ticks and fleas so
bad that I couldn't even see in his little ears when I first rescued him. As you can see here,
he has much happier story to tell. He's actually chubby! And look at the love in those
eyes. Hi, sweety!
Blacky is the mucho macho male of the yard. This is HIS kingdom from fence to fence, from
tree to shed. Each chewbone, each morsal of milkbone, each remnant of kibble is HIS and
HIS alone unless he feels generous enough to share.
If you notice, there are four collected pieces of rawhide and chewies around him.
This was not by mistake.
Psssst. By the way, when I'm not around,
he shares with the others. He lets his sister,
Hope, eat before he does and he'll occasionally drop his chewy at his sister's feet
for her. Stuff like that. Still if he gets too full of himself, I spread the wealth,
making sure everything is fair. I think he just likes to show off when I'm around.
He's the ruler. Pass the crown.
The best picture for last. My little Hope, Blacky's sister. She has a heart of
And how could
you not fall in love with that goofy grin?! What a cutey! She gives the BEST hugs.
the stack of strawbales in the picture above of Blacky? That's her mountain of solitude.
She's the only one who gets up there - with her long legs (like Blacky, she is part
doberman pincher, part black labrador), she has no problem with long jumps.
Pretty much, she's staked her claim to it despite what King Blacky has to say