…Scamper. This really nice lady rescued me from a busy intersection on a four-lane highway. I was so tiny, not even four weeks old then. She posted a picture of me on facebook to find a home for me and somehow Ruth saw me and thought I was adorable. I am. Ruth contacted the nice lady but by that time nice lady’s husband had insisted on me going to the pound. That’s not usually a good thing. But Ruth shared my picture with The Brit and he went that day to get me. I was so afraid of everything that I didn’t come out from under the bed for two days. Finally I decided The Brit and Ruth were kinda nice and they weren’t going to eat me so I came out. Then I became even more adorable and pretty lovable. So there’s that.
The Brit and Ruth are my waitstaff. I have found that after nearly a year they make an excellent head butler and head housemaid. As my staff they insure that everything runs smoothly; that I get to come inside when I want; that I get to go outside when I meow at the door; and that there is always plenty of food for me. I’m a little picky. I like the tins of food with bits of cheese and lots of gravy. So they fetch that for me as a special treat. I get a lot of treats. Hey, I’m special! I’m the king of this here castle; the master of my domain. I rules the roost. All the neighborhood cats come to my house to play. I am one cool cat. I also enjoy morning cuddles with Ruth and The Brit and afternoon naps behind the sofa. I’m really not too sure at all about our other house guests. Especially that big one. She is just a guest, isn’t she?!?
Hey there! I’m Stumpy. I’m not sure who my people are, but I’ve employed The Brit and Ruth to take care of me, too. I showed up here not too long after they moved in. Scamper definitely is a cool cat. He’s the reason I started coming here; I keep coming for the food. They noticed my stump right away. They watched me for a while thinking I belong to somebody. I belong to no one. They all belong to me. I digress.
Finally they got tired, I guess, of watching me hobble along on this stump. It stayed kinda raw. The Brit tricked me into letting him pick me up and he hauled me down the road to a hospital. They gave me a shot because I was infested with fleas and a shot for rabies. Instead of bandaging up this leg they said it was better to leave it because it will heal on it’s own. Whatever. I just wanted to get outta there because the Dr. said something about cutting the rest of it off. We don’t want to go that route. I’m getting along just fine like I am, thank you.
Oh, hello! My name is Dottie. I’m a two-year-old Pointer-mix. My foster parents found me in the median in front of their house. They said I was malnourished and nearly dead, possibly even blind in one eye. I’m supposed to hunt, but I don’t like guns. I don’t like fireworks on the television, either.
I’m not. Blind, that is. I just needed some food. Ruth saw me on facebook, too. She came to see me at an adoption event. There were lots of other dogs there, too. But she thought I was the one. She didn’t adopt me that day, though. The Brit needed to meet me first. They came to see me at my people’s house. I really liked them. My people, that is.
Someone has been mean to me so I’m pretty skittish and it takes me a while to warm up to people. Especially to men. The Brit is really tall and he kind of scares me. It took me a few days, but now Ruth is my person. I’m her shadow when she’s at home. The Brit is okay. He gives me lots of treats and pets me when I let him. I like him better when he’s sitting down. I’m coming around. He’s not so bad…it’s just that I’m scared. All the other animals and kids flock to him, so he’s probably alright. He’s being really patient. I just got here ten days ago and I’ve come a long way, really. At first I would only back away and bark and growl but now I don’t do that so much. Just a little when he’s sitting on the sofa with my Ruth. I don’t really like that, but I guess I’ll have to get used to it. It doesn’t do me any good to get angry about it. They still sit next to each other. Deep down I’m just a big baby. At 25kgs I think I’m only 5kgs. I really want to be a lap dog.
I can do a few things, too. Like ‘sit’, and ‘down’, and ‘come’. When I’m not too excited. We’ll work on that. I’m a really good running partner, too. Not so much the walking. I’m a puller. I like to drag Ruth through the neighborhood. The Brit can walk me, too, as long as Ruth leashes me up. I walk better for him. I don’t pull so much with him. Other dogs are my friends. I’m really social with them. Beth and Dirk brought their Yorkies to meet me and I think I did pretty well. I just wanted to play. I don’t know what everybody was getting worked up about. They’re not that much smaller than me! I also like to counter-surf but Ruth puts pepper on there to keep me from doing it. Pepper tastes bad. And just the other day she busted me digging around the fence. Bummer. She started kenneling me until she can fix it so I can’t dig. Party pooper!
All in all I think this place is going to be okay. Especially if I can get that Scamper to play. I wasn’t too sure at first. I really didn’t want to leave my people. I had only been there a month-and-a-half, but they saved me. And that’s gotta be worth something, right?
We own this joint. The humans just get to live here.