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This page will be added to as often as I can… My deal is, that I love dogs like nothing on earth…LOL… A little extreme, yes I know, but I never knew they would have this kind of affect on me. They are the reason I get up every morning and don’t sleep til noon. LOL,  anyway, here’s my gang, here’s their story.

The first dog of my own, Molly, is my elder stateswoman, or formerly..LOL, all my pets have been spayed , or neutered, and so should yours. Molly is like all my dogs, a rescue. Some idiot left her in a van after being evicted from his house, plain and simple, she was abandoned. A co worker scooped her up for me, and the rest is history. Many thanks to Rich Grosvenor, and H.P for giving me the confidence to actually make the move. Huge up’s to Big Mike and H.P. for going with me the next day (over 5 years ago) to snagg her, and this is my queen bee, Molly, or what alot of us call her, Piggy Cow , cause she looks like a cow, and was fat like a pig before i got my head outta my a$$ and put her on a diet…2 complete knee reconstructions later, here’s my girl.

Molly," A.K.A." the piggy cow

the gentle giant

This is Cooper, left at the vet in a box, or so I’m told came to us because Molly o.k.’d the move. Many thanks to Michelle P, who brought him my way.  This fella is the kindest, nicest, thing in the world. Loves everyone and everything, no joke. Theres something to be said for intimidation, and Cooper’s got that nailed down. No one would ever guess he could save your life…funny thing about having that in common with your dog, but he really only wants a hug and a scratch, he wouldn’t hurt a fly. I know that for a fact. I’ve seen it with my own eye’s.  Cooper too was abandoned, left at the vet in a box, how cruel…regardless, five hours later he was mine, and now, he’s my best bud in the world, and goes with me everywhere. He’s the best boy in the world. He is named after my mom,  I always told her that I would name my first born son after her maiden name. I had no idea he would be a dog. LOL. He’s staring at me right now , as I write this, that picture is reproduced,  we are in my living room, he’s staring at me just like that…un real…LOL.

Diamond and Nanny

This is Diamond, and my mom. Diamond came to us via  an illegal fight ring. When Diamond arrived she was  80% covered with scabs , scars, and open wounds. Not to mention the skin condition she had because of being tied up outside with limited shelter… This idiot was fighting his two dogs, and needed something to practice on, because Diamond has “no fight in her” she was used as “bait” , so that the “game” dogs could work her over…The poor thing, she took time but now resides as our biggest sook, you’d never believe it if you knew her story, but she’s as gentle as a kitten, no joke. Another of my lap dogs, as you can clearly see, based on how she’s snuggled up to her nanny. After being around her for thirty seconds , my mother came around and realised why I grabbed her. Cooper instantly fell in love with her and nursed her back to health, with a little help from all involved, Diamond has made a full recovery from her early days and maintains the sook of the day crown 24/7 . There is no bigger baby on earth than Dimey, other than me ofcourse. Her name fits perfect, she is definately a Diamond from the rough.  

This is my newest addition, CoCo, not very creative, but it stuck, the vet figured she had 48/72 hours to live when they seen her. She was so dehydrated they didn’t figure she would live through the weekend. There was no way she was going anywhere on my watch. Get this one, the person who had her, was fixxing to put her in a cardboard box, throw it over a hill and fire a boulder on it, and be done with her, his story was that she was too ugly to sell. does this look too ugly to you? and this is her ten months later, you tell me what you think.

the wonder dog

My baby bear, just chillin’ . I have a lot of people to thank for the help with her. A definate thanks to Chris P for the tip. when he told me she was young and gave me the story on her, I didn’t think twice, I went and snagged her, she has fit in perfect and has turned into to the brightest light. Very committed to me, and completely attached to my shadow, man, i thought Cooper was bad , but he doesn’t hold a candle to the little fawn. Every where I go, she has to go, thats probably from the early days coming to work with me, three months straight we all looked after her, the fellas at the station were AWESOME.  She lacks a little social skill needed to function out in the world, sorta like me…LOL… that being said she is a work in progress , much like all rescued dogs. She is the most loyal, and spunkiest of the pack but that’s just how young ones are.  CoCo was to be destroyed, and almost was , but my network of dog lovers got ahold of me and now this too is a mute point. I bottle fed her and loved her right up to now, and always. And THIS is how she rewards me, with her beauty, and her kisses. She is the most emotional, vocal dog of the bunch, well, maybe not as outspoken as Molly, but that’d be pretty hard to duplicate. Regardless, CoCo too has been a blessing, pretty hard for me to grasp that someone was going to destroy her based on looks. I’d love to be able to destroy people based on looks alone…dirty look, ZAP ! off with your head…LOL… thats supposed to be funny.  People really do get to me sometimes, especially the ones who take advantage of the weak…Hopefully I was a champion Gladiator in a previous life, that sure would be cool,  don’t ya think!

The story of Loosey

Loosey's last pic

Loosey, named after a lacrosse ball that hits the floor or field . AKA. the loose ball. This little darling is no longer a member of the pack. Loose has passed now. It was the hardest day in 20 years, the day I had to put her down. I loved this dog, but sometimes love can’t conquer all , and I had to let her go. She was too high risk to pass over to someone else, so I did the hardest thing in the world, I destroyed her. I am still having a hard time trying to deal with it, but manage to struggle through the decision every day. I always wanted a blue dog like Loose, and now that I have owned one,  I won’t cross that path again, no one will ever take her place. She was dominant like no other, and so sweet and gentle with me. She was Ralphy’s girl, there’s no doubt, and when the gavel dropped on Loose, it tore the heart right out of him, Ralphy, if you ever get to read this, I sincerely apologise.  My guilt on this one I may take to the grave. I called her my little wrecking ball, she was a barker right from 8 weeks old, I managed to rescue her just a little too late. Somewhere around 8 weeks of age I got her from yet another idiot preping her for a short future in the pit. He was training her to fight, and managed to turn her cross, just at the right time.  She was destined to be the alpha female from the get go. She was incredibly pack driven and needed my attention at all times. She was very jealous, but listened to me like I was her master.  If I commanded to her to do anything, she would do it just to make me happy, she was incredible. Sensitive, comforting, protective, everything that a great dog should be , she had a short fuse though, and made that perfectly clear immediately. I knew she was going to be a handful, but that hadn’t stopped me in the past. I raised her up on love and kibble, but nothing could remove that drive to dominate. After a terrible dust up with Cooper, one day while I was at work, I had to make the most ungoddliest of decisions.  Hammering Cooper thoroughly, cutting him and hurting him badly, I figured I would have to make the yukkiest of executive decisions ever. This is where the story stops, now and for Loosey. I am just coming to terms with my decision, but it’s not helping the pain I feel inside. It was an extremely close call for Cooper, anywhere near the neck and he would have been dead too. Luckily it was a thorasic injury, and healed in time. But that hasn’t made me feel much better of letting Loose go. It happened 20 years TO THE DAY,  that my former girlfriend passed away in a car accident, no joke.   Something tells me that it was meant to be, but it doesn’t make it feel any better. I just hope Jill has her by her side right now, scratching her head and talking sweet to her. Thats what I miss most about old Loosey, being able to touch her, or hearing her smash that bell on the back door to go out.  At the end of it all, I might have been hasty in my decision, or I might have done the right thing to protect the rest of my pack. Who actually knows, I just know that losing something as prescious as a pet is a pretty hard thing to deal with, especially when they are as young as Loose was. She was definately a special friend, to all who loved her. I will never forget my Loosey dog, and nor will anyone who knew and loved her, I miss her every day.