Bobbi, your dogs are GREAT! What a beautiful pack.

Oooh. Oooh. Puppy pics.

Here's my boy Bartleby.

I've temporarily given up adding to our pack...but I'm inspired by all these great pooch stories.

Here are my cats!

FRED

BARNEY

Fred was attacked by my neighbors dog the other day. They just moved into their house and they had no AC so they brought the dogs to our house. Its not a big legal deal cause the neighbor and my mom have been friends for a long time.

Eek. I hope he's okay.

Our kitty is definitely part of the family. He likes to curl up in bad with us. We're constantly talking to him and about him.

It's sad really. We're crazy, crazy people.

Thanks everyone. Tim, I hope Fred is ok. Brenda, your Lucy is lovely. And, Beej, Bartleby is oh so handsome.

Sadly, that's not my pool. I'm very fortunate to have a friend who designed her pool to be dog-friendly. DH, Lucy, and I are headed there tomorrow morning. DH has never actually seen Lucy swim, so this will be a treat for him. She grew up on the Chesapeake Bay and loves the water. We adopted her when she was 6-1/2. Her family had 3 kids in 4 years and ran out of time for her. They're nice, though, and they still keep in touch 5 years later. That's not real common in rescue.

Sean, you're not crazy. Kitties are part of the family. And we talk about, to, and (perhaps most disturbing) for our dogs.

ETA: And I am SO not posting a pic for you guys of me in a well-fitted white dress, white stockings, and those nursey shoes. And my nursing cap. If only my graduation uniform still fit!

Too late, I'm pretty sure we saw that picture. I remember thinking there was a resemblance to JZ, actually.

Oh my, family doesn't even cover what Bartleby means to me.

Rescuing can be interesting...there were 5 applications on Bartleby (incongruously named "Spanky"...look at that face...does he look like a Spanky to you?) but I sailed right past them all. Being single woman who works at home and has a yard? Humane Society gold.

Several times a year, I run into one of the other applicants. They all seem so wistful, even though they ended up with other dogs.

For the first two years I had my boy, I was terrified his first family would try to get him back. They were fools to let him go. Bonus to me!

For the first two years I had my boy, I was terrified his first family would try to get him back.

All of the dogs we place either came from shelters or had signed owner give up forms. If those who gave them up try to get them back, too bad.

I had that fear with my first boy, Levi, though. He was a stray that we got from a friend of a friend. Instead of trying ton find him, though, his probably former owners simply dumped three of his siblings in the same neighborhood a week later. Levi was the world's greatest boy dog ever.

He likes to curl up in bad with us.

There may be laws against that, y'know.