L to R: Ava, George and Lucy. Oh, and that's Molly in the 2nd row, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.This is the story of the dogs, in birth order.
Lucy: Full-blooded Basset Hound, born in late 2000. The first and last dog we will ever pay for. She was my birthday present the first year we were married (January 2001), yet Doug chose her from the litter. I tried to tell him she was a whiner. An emotionally smart dog who is otherwise very stupid (read as: patio pooper). Loves the Vet; of course, if you went to the Vet as much as she did early in her life, you would maybe like it too. Loves attention. Failed miserably as a house dog. Currently lives for the attention of the backyard neighbor who sweet talks her...and perhaps feeds her...through the loose board in the privacy fence.
Molly: Black mutt with hound capabilities aka howling. Poor Molly; Molly is my abused child. Showed up at the apartment (fall 2001? early winter 2002?) after some horrible person who knows where they are going to rot mistreated her. Lived her first 2 weeks with us under the couch. Lucy is her savior. I fear life for Molly if Lucy preceeds her in death. Sweetest dog ever. Would make a great house dog if she didn't follow in Lucy's stupidity. Likes me more than Doug. Has trouble trusting men. Hates electric fences. Neurotic.
George: Faux blue tick mutt. Also a howler. Came to us in the summer of 2002 shortly after we moved into our first house. I brought his mother home, a stray, knowing she was pregnant. Doug nearly killed me/divorced me. She had 3 pups: Bob, Little Girl and George. George was born with a face (and body) only a mother could love. He was white with 3 big black spots on his back. I used to show him off as my ugly puppy. We were very shocked when he changed color and became a faux blue tick. Doug gave the mother away. A couple of weeks later, AFTER treating them for mange which was not fun, he then took the puppies to the Co-op and gave them all away. I cried. A week later, George reappered at the Co-op. He got a permanent pass to stay at that point. Hater of cats.
Ava: Another dog whose appearance totally baffled us. As a puppy she looked like an Ewok. Cutest thing ever. She was a Doug weakness brought home from the Co-op. She then turned into a long haired cocker spaniel-ish mutt. Then we had her clipped the first time: faux schnauzer. The Vet has commented that she must have poodle in her due to her bitchy personality (paraphrase). She is full of doggy estrogen. She is engaged in a life-long battle with Lucy for dominance, and hates George.
We have both sworn that when these 4 dearly beloved four-legged fur babies pass, there will be no more. Dog quota filled for eternity. Or nearly.
Lucy: Full-blooded Basset Hound, born in late 2000. The first and last dog we will ever pay for. She was my birthday present the first year we were married (January 2001), yet Doug chose her from the litter. I tried to tell him she was a whiner. An emotionally smart dog who is otherwise very stupid (read as: patio pooper). Loves the Vet; of course, if you went to the Vet as much as she did early in her life, you would maybe like it too. Loves attention. Failed miserably as a house dog. Currently lives for the attention of the backyard neighbor who sweet talks her...and perhaps feeds her...through the loose board in the privacy fence.
Molly: Black mutt with hound capabilities aka howling. Poor Molly; Molly is my abused child. Showed up at the apartment (fall 2001? early winter 2002?) after some horrible person who knows where they are going to rot mistreated her. Lived her first 2 weeks with us under the couch. Lucy is her savior. I fear life for Molly if Lucy preceeds her in death. Sweetest dog ever. Would make a great house dog if she didn't follow in Lucy's stupidity. Likes me more than Doug. Has trouble trusting men. Hates electric fences. Neurotic.
George: Faux blue tick mutt. Also a howler. Came to us in the summer of 2002 shortly after we moved into our first house. I brought his mother home, a stray, knowing she was pregnant. Doug nearly killed me/divorced me. She had 3 pups: Bob, Little Girl and George. George was born with a face (and body) only a mother could love. He was white with 3 big black spots on his back. I used to show him off as my ugly puppy. We were very shocked when he changed color and became a faux blue tick. Doug gave the mother away. A couple of weeks later, AFTER treating them for mange which was not fun, he then took the puppies to the Co-op and gave them all away. I cried. A week later, George reappered at the Co-op. He got a permanent pass to stay at that point. Hater of cats.
Ava: Another dog whose appearance totally baffled us. As a puppy she looked like an Ewok. Cutest thing ever. She was a Doug weakness brought home from the Co-op. She then turned into a long haired cocker spaniel-ish mutt. Then we had her clipped the first time: faux schnauzer. The Vet has commented that she must have poodle in her due to her bitchy personality (paraphrase). She is full of doggy estrogen. She is engaged in a life-long battle with Lucy for dominance, and hates George.
We have both sworn that when these 4 dearly beloved four-legged fur babies pass, there will be no more. Dog quota filled for eternity. Or nearly.
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