I realized I've never posted about our puppies! They are so sweet and loveable and I can't wait to see how they are with Baby G. They crack me and Shawn up and I can't imagine our house without them.
She is our baby girl - quite literally. She's a baby. She hates when it rains and refuses to go outside except for EXTREME EMERGENCIES (i.e. in the middle of the night). She's our 'chewer' or the one who most likely chewed up all my shoes. She loves Shawn and loves attention. Yes, she's a pit bull, but don't buy into the hype! She's great with children and know she'll be a great 'big sister' to G. We got her right after we moved into our home, in December of 2003. She was either 2 or 3 when we got her, so this past December she turned either 4 or 5. I like to think she's 4- she still acts like a puppy.
This is our handsome devil! Sometimes I swear he is a bit smarter than an average dog. He seems to understand things that dogs shouldn't. He's the troublemaker. He is pretty brave, but the only thing that shakes him to his core with terror is the dishwasher. He becomes a whimpering baby that manages to squeeze himself into the smallest of spaces. I don't know why it scares him so much. He also has a taste for tissues - used ones. GROSS! But we can't break him of this habit - he's very bold and will grab a tissue off the table right in front of us and run away so he can eat it in private. He also likes socks and other laundry. Someday, we're going to have to pay for a surgery to remove some random thing from his intestines. We think he's a boxer mix of some kind. We got him (they're both from the humane society) in August of 2004 as a companion for Patches. The guy at the humane society said that he'd never seen two dogs get along so well in all his time there. He was either 3 or 4 when we got him, so I just like to say he's turning 6 this year. He's already gotten his first gray hair, and I don't want to think he's any older.