What is your Dogs story?

[LilyoftheValley]

Since I'm new I dont exactly know everyones 'story' how did you get your dog? What is the story of how you got him? Is he/she a rescue or from a breeder? I would love to know! I'll go first


Basically our neighbors dog, Shasta, broke out of her pen and bred with our other neighbors Rottweiler.
I got Lily as an abused puppy. She was born of a litter of 12, and the entire littler was only fed a small bowl of food every day that they had to fight over. She was very underweight and wormy. I knew I had to rescue at least one pup from them, and when my saw Lily, I new I had to take Her home. I was walking home from the movies when my neighbors asked me if I wanted to see the puppies. I shrugged and said "sure". When I entered their yard I was horrified. The puppies coats were matted and tangled, their eyes were gunky, and all were very wormy. The other labs, however, were in great condition. I then found out the reason why the other labs were in such amazing condidition and the pups werent. The puppies were left outside with their mother, because they puppies are not 'pure' and they did not want them to mingle with their pure labs. As soon as I saw Lily, I knew I had to take her home. She instantly walked up to me and rolled over on her back, exposing her pot belly. I talked to the owners and they told me I could have her, because in a few days they were taking the pups to a two day kill shelter, or put to sleep. Because it was already dark, I took Lily into my home and bathed her to get the fleas off. The next day we went to the vet where they told me she was sevearly underweight. We put her on a high quality puppy food and she gained weight. She got all her shots and de wormed. Now my Lil will turn a year on the 21'st and I cannot beleive the time went by so fast! She is my angel...


Well here she is when she was a pup! The day after I brought her home. She just got her shots!

Aint she a doll? Lets here your stories!

 

[Kayla]

Duke's story isn't anything remarkable, infact its all to common, cute pet store puppy's and impulsive owners find all common sense thrown out the window. The only unique part being I jumped into the unknown willing to swim where many others give up.

I work at a local run pet store, we buy puppies from BYB's and we sell them.
I had been there a total of 17 months when we got a litter of 8 rotti/GSD/ Border Collie pups in, 6 weeks old none the less, far too young I agree.

I watched them go one by one, doing my best to socialize them, care for them while remaining emotionally uninvolved, distancing myself as a precaution to avoid an impulsive buy supporting a market I'm not fond of.

Two weeks later all of the pups were sold except one large male who we moved in with puppies from another litter. These new puppies picked on him and he was constantly whining because his brothers and sisters were gone. I can't explain what compelled me to take him home, as logic, finace and an uncertain future screamed at me to wait.

But their I was the next Saturday, his third week in our care, walking out the door with him, my first crate, a bag of dog foog, some chew toys, a leash, a collar and a book entitled, "puppy training" published by the AKC. I was 17, still living at home, and had strategically timed me taking him home with my mom being away on a business trip.

I realize now this was all extremely irresponsible, impuslive and careless of me, and while I'm not proud of where I got him from I would never turn back the clocks and choose a different dog, as Duke's perfect for me.

Puppy Duke

Adult Duke

Kayla

 

[bnwalker2]

Thunder - I got him when he was 12 weeks old. He had been found with his litter mates in a dumpster behind a BP when they were newborns. There were 9 puppies but one did not survive. The lady that found them and a friend of hers split the rest of the puppies up... she took four and the friend took four. They bottle fed them and took care of them until they were old enough to find homes. The puppies were listed as a courtesy listing on a local rescue group's website. They brought Thunder to me the next day. He is now 5 years old and is the best dog I've ever had.

Sammy - I was working as an animal control officer in 2004. We got a call one day in July from the local PD. They told us that there was a dog locked in a hot car, and they had just arrested the owners for other reasons. The head ACO went down and picked up the dog, who was a cute little Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. I went to see her right away and noticed that she was in labor. I took her home, and later to the vet where she delivered four puppies by c-section. One puppy died shortly after birth. I took momma dog and the surviving puppies home. We got in touch with family of the owners who said they didn't even know she was pregnant and after finding out that they would have to pay a reclaim fee they surrendered her. When the puppies were old enough, I found homes for the momma and two little girl puppies and I kept Sammy.

Scooter - The local radio station has a nightly program called "Swap Shop" where people call in that want to buy and sell things. A guy came on and said he had free Beagle puppies. It was mid-January and the puppies were being kept outdoors with no shelter. They were only 6 weeks old.

Marley - His previous owner adopted him, and then realized she had too many dogs (13 or 14), and she also couldn't keep him in her yard. So we adopted him.

 

[SarahFish]

Lui's story:
April 2000: When I was 9, Mum, my sister and I had been at the shops and I saw some Samoyed puppies advertised on the noticeboard. I knew they were Mum's favourite breed so I pointed them out. Nothing really happened, but then a few days later we went to visit the pups. They were a litter of 11, and to me and my sister it was just a mass of white, fluffy pups running around and barking (one of them stole my sister's shoe!). So, whilst us kids were playing with the puppies, Mum and Dad were looking at one that had come over to say hello, and then I went to look too. He was such a sweetheart, rolled over letting us stroke his belly, and Mum, Dad and I took to him instantly. We then left.
Then, a few more days later, Dad had just brought me and my siblings back from our hockey games, but made us wait in the car, whilst he went inside first. We all immediately knew something was up, and something exciting was inside, so we sat in the car whispering about what it could be. Dad then came back, and got us to go inside and sit on the couch in the lounge. Then Mum called "come on" and we heard scrabbling paws as this gorgeous fluffy pup appeared in the lounge. Me and my sister leaped to him to get to know our new family member whilst my brother, who was scared of dogs at the time, leaped onto the back of the couch.

Wow, it's funny to think of that now, it brings a tear to my eye, and I'm not one for tears! It's amazing to think how that little pup could have been through so much to become the wonderful dog he is today! He's got out a few times, been caught by the pound once, been strangled (accident!!!), eaten half a block of chocolate, not to mention an entire shaving and he's still alive and here with us. It's been a roller-coaster of a journey, and whilst he was just my pet once-upon-a-time, he's now my companion, and my best friend.

 

[Lizmo]

This is just Copy/Paste from her Dogster, lol.

I was 11 years old and I had been begging my parents for a puppy so they said if I took care of our family dog (brush him daily, walk him, get him fresh water, ect) I would soon be able to go to the shelter and pick out one! So the day came and we went to look at a cocker but it was very scared so I did not want that to be my first dog. Then the lady showed us a group of pups that had been dropped off the other day because a dog had a litter of pups the owners did not want(the pups we only about 5 weeks old) So there was only one female the color I wanted so she got her out(she was very sick at the time so she was not very active at the time). And while we were wanting for my dad to come and look at her before I was able to have her, she had a accident on me but that was okay and I still wanted that little pup! So dad said I could have her and we took her to petsmart to get her a collar and leash and toys!!! Then we took her to the vet to see want was wrong with her and she hd fleas that had died on her so he gave us some shampoo to wash her with and we had to go this every dog for about a week and she would cry and cry because the of the smell of the shampoo was very strong and did not smell good.

Here she is now

*Right after bath and blow dry*

*Happy Girl*

 

[blue]

Bluedawg-He was posted at 5 weeks old on a local offroad forum. Nobody else was able to give him a home and I didnt want to see a 6 week old pup go to the pound, so I took him.

Perro Verde-My neighbors found her at the local store and spent 2 weeks trying to find her owners. At the end of the 2 weeks they where going to take her to the pound, I took her instead.

 

[Toller_08]

I don't feel like writing it all out again, so here's a modified version of what I'd written somewhere else about how I got Dance:

Dance is my very long awaited Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever puppy. I've loved the breed for years, since I was about ten. I was obsessed with the breed and I did nothing but read about them, look at pictures of them, etc. I could hardly wait to have one of my own. There is truly no possible way to describe just how much I love the breed. Finally this past June I was able to bring Dance into my life. I didn't click with another Toller breeder I'd planned to get a pup from next year, and by chance, in June I noticed that another breeder happened to have one female show and performance sport pup available still for some reason. I contacted her, knowing that my chances of actually getting Dance were slim, as often you have to wait at least 6 months to get a Toller. But we went to meet Dance, the litter, and the breeder and were approved almost instantly. That was one of the most exciting events in my life and I'm so glad I decided to contact her breeder even with such short notice. Dance is 8 months old now and she is pretty much everything I've ever dreamed of and more in every aspect. Her temperament is perfect, her personality is wonderful, and her appearance/markings are even what I always dreamed my Toller would look like. She's been such an easy puppy to live with -- so relaxed about everything that comes her way, so easy to train, and so eager to do what is asked of her. Most days you'd think she was an adult. Everyone who meets her can't help but love her, even if the feeling isn't mutual (unless you're family!). She's just a great girl.

We got Winston from a Doberman rescue in March 2005. He's 9 1/2 now. Our last Rottweiler was really ill and my family was offered Winston, because he seemed like he'd be a good fit and the lady who had him (now a great friend of ours) thought we'd give him an excellent home. We went to meet him, fell in love, took him home about a week or so later, and never regreted that decision. He's such an incredible dog, and has totally converted my parents to Dobermans.

We got Morgan from Rottweiler rescue last February. She's a little over 2 years old now. I'm not sure why we adopted her, really. My Dad just didn't feel right without a Rottweiler in the house, and to make a long story short, we went to see a pup in the rescue. My parents can't help but fall in love with puppies, even knowing deep down that she wasn't the right dog for us. She's had issues since we got her and really isn't suited to our home at all, but we like her anyway. Not a very interesting story, but that's exactly how it is.

 

[Paige]

Spanky - My sheltie was getting elderly. My mother thought she'd make it easier on her passing by getting me a dog before she passed so that when she did die I would have a dog there to help me through it. She and her boyfriend at the time drove three hours up to Merrit from our house with the intent to pay a few hundred dollars for the farm bred border collie. Seeing as the breeder was a friend of the family and Spanky would of been their first choice had he been a female they decided to just give him to my mom for free. She jokingly said "for that price I should take two!". The breeder (who still had two male pups left) said she could take the one with the pink nose. My mom's boyfriend took Bandit. When I saw her with the puppy I told her to take him back. There was no way I was going to be a border collie owner! A year and a half later look at us now.

Bandit - My mom's boyfriend started getting really annoyed with Bandit. Between Bandit and his golden retriever pup they ruined the backyard. Bandit dug up the septic tank. He asked if my mom could babysit Bandit while they went on vacation. Mom said sure. When he got back she asked if he was going to come pick up his dog. That went on for awhile. Eventually she said she had no idea what she was going to do with him. Bandit was aggressive. I tried finding him a home but the home I found for him didn't work out. I started to notice he had cured Spanky's anxiety about being left behind. Though he came with some emotional issues we worked it out and I'll admit he is my favorite out of all my dogs.

Miley - I couldn't really tell you how I landed up with the little lady She was just sort of... given to me. I'm still trying to figure out what I am going to do with her.

 

[ihartgonzo]

I was 13, when we adopted Gonzo. I had wanted a German Shepherd puppy from an awesome breeder in Chico... so badly. But, my Dad suggested we looked for a puppy in rescue first. We contacted BC rescue, and they didn't have any young dogs, but knew of a local breeder who was going to leave an adolescent BC at the pound if he wasn't re-homed soon. We drove to Elk Grove "just to meet him"... I instantly fell in love with him, and I knew I couldn't leave him there. He was about 6 months old, scrawny, skittish, and completely unsure of himself. The people who bred him were cattle ranchers, with many Border Collies wandering around (they were trying to "get rid of" several adults, too). His Dad was a very rough-coated black and white dog, named Waldo, who was a very sweet, soft dog. I remember him immediately coming up to me and leaning against me for pets, like Gonzo does now. Gonzo is a very strange dog, but it's endearing. Cx He is the best dog I could have ever hoped for.

This is Gonzo a couple weeks after adopting him, he was soooo skinnyyy;

& this is my amazing, adorable boy 6 years later!;

I adopted Fozzie in May of 2006, when he was 9 weeks old. I had a deposit on a show "blue merle" (who later turned out brindle merle, and was therefore no longer show quality) female Cardigan Welsh Corgi puppy, from a great breeder in Washington... a week before I was due to pick her up, I found out that the stud owner wanted my puppy. I was devestated. Until I saw Fozzie's sweet little face, on Petfinder, literally the next day. It took me all of 3 seconds to start e-mailing the rescue and foster Mom non-stop! I found out that Fozzie's Mom had been abandoned, pregnant, at the high-kill Redding shelter. The rescue pulled her before she gave birth, and her puppy (then named Willy Blue Eye...) was a sweet, well-socialized, happy little guy. They guessed his mix as Corgi x Jack Russell Terrier! I am still totally unsure of his mix, but he has been the silliest, happiest dog I've ever met since day one. He is the perfect fit for me, and Gonzo is soooo happy to have his little brudder!

Fozzie on the ride home from the rescue;

Fozzie now... at 1 1/2 years old!;

 

[Zoom]

Sawyer is an ARPH dog (Aussie rescue); he and his sister were found roaming around the parking lot of Subway almost 2 hours south of me. He was in the better condition of the two, his sis stayed in foster care for quite some time due to needed hip surgery and other health issues. Sawyer (then called Poncho) had a pretty decent case of worms and was thin, but that was it. He came home to me about a week and a half after being picked up and that was mainly because they wanted to neuter and worm him for me.

His ARPH picture that was love at first sight, around 1 1/2 years old:

My boy now, about 4 years old:

Virgo, I pulled from a local shelter to be my grandma's new dog...I kept her for a couple months to teach her manners and such and took her to my grandma's last October. I got her back in December as it wasn't working out like it was supposed to. Had to find a foster home for her on my dad's insistance (I was still living at home at the time) when the house went up for sale, found a new home for her in May and got her back again in September. She's a Boomerang Lab and isn't go anywhere ever again. Much as I never wanted a Lab and she was never supposed to be mine, well, here we are!

Taken the day after I brought her home, she wouldn't quite moving for the first couple of days I had her, maybe 3-4 years old?:

Last month, in her favorite place doing her favorite thing, 4-5 years old:

 

[Lilavati]

Sarama's Story

I took a break from studying for the bar to pick up algae tablets for my fish . . . which was really an excuse to take a break from studying for the bar. Sooooo . . . offered to drive my fiance to work, because he works at the Staples right next to PetSmart.

I went into the PetSmart, got my algae tablets, and realized it was 'doggie day,' i.e. the rescue was there. So I wandered to back to see the dogs, maybe scratch one behind the ears.

In the back of the store, between a pit bull cross and a terrified golden mix was this little brindled dog, lying in her crate, calmly watching the world go by with a look of resignation.

Well, I LOVE brindle, so I couldn't resist walking over to get a closer look. Her label said

BEAUTY
8 MONTHS
COLLIE MIX
KIDS-ANY


"Beauty" looked up at me with big brown eyes. Before I knew it, I'd said something along the lines of "How do you think she'd do with cats?" the woman running the rescue said . . . "Why don't you walk her up front and see how she reacts to the cats." So, I agreed to talk her for a walk. She ignored the cats and immediately attacked the water bowls up front. She was so thirsty . . . and dirty . . . and skinny. I walk back to the back and ask two questions "Can I walk her over to Staples" and "Where did she come from?"

I was told that they had picked her up from a rural shelter that morning, where she had had 6 hours left. The rescue was actually full, they'd already agreed to take their max from the shelter . . . but the woman I was talking to saw her on the way out and refused to leave her there to be euthanized. So I asked what was going to happen if they didn't find a foster or a home for her, and the woman said . . . "Well, we'll have to take her back. We just don't have the space." And, of course, she said I could take her over to Staples. So I did.

She walked very nicely on the lead across the parking lot, and I waited for my fiance to deal with a customer. "Beauty" had looked around the store, wagging her tail, and lain down at my feet. My fiance, Mike, came over and looked at her. "That's a really cute dog. I hope she's not ours."

"Beauty" stood up long enough to get a pat, and lay back down. "That's a really good dog," he says.

"Yeah. She's out of time at the the shelter, and they might have to take her back. What if we foster her . . . if it works we can keep her, and if it doesn't, we can give her up to whomever adopts her . . . it shouldn't take too long . . . look at her."

"Ok, but no permanent commitments."

So, I went back and explained that we really wanted to help, but we had elderly cats, and my finace wasn't willing to adopt right now, but we could foster, except that I had the bar exam in four days . . . was there any way they could keep her safe that long? (I had to go out of town for the test)

So, there was an interview, and it was determined that I was fine, and the woman who ran the rescue said . . . yes, we can manage it. So they shuffled her around for four days from house to house (so no one would go over the statutory dog limit, for their neighborhood, I gather.) And I picked her up the day after the exam.

My fiance cooed at her the whole way home from picking her up. And she settled into the house very quickly. She wanted to play with the cats, but not eat them. After two weeks, I asked Mike if he thought we should keep her, and he said "We're keeping her." Well, that's the answer I wanted to hear, so I called the rescue and said that "Beauty" now "Sarama" had a forever-home.

All I know about her from before is that she is from a rural county with a high kill rate. She was about half housebroken, knew not to jump, and had immaculate food manners, so its very likely someone had had her as a pet before. That's all we know . . . that and she was absolutely nuts about water.

But whomever gave her up . . your loss is my gain.

 

[Sadie'smama]

Great idea for a topic! I loved reading everyone's stories and looking at pics.

We had 2 cats already but wanted a dog. A lady I work with rescues dogs and fosters them. She told me to look at petfinder.com. I had been looking for a while, but none really jumped out at me. We decided to wait until we had the privacy fence finished. I continued to look online. One day I saw the ad for Sadie. Lab/border collie mix being fostered. 8 weeks old. Last one of the litter. I called the lady and made arrangements to go meet her and Sadie. As soon as I walked in the woman's house and looked at Sadie, I turned to my husband and said, she's going home with us. Sadie had just had a round of puppy shots that day so was lethargic. We took her home and then I ran up to the pet store for crate, food, toys, etc. When I got home, Sadie was outside and fell in our fish pond. I got her out and she was shivering and would not stop (this was the middle of summer). I took her in and wrapped her up in a towel. She just didn't act like she had any energy, and I would expect an 8 week old puppy to be bouncing off the walls. I figured it was because she had just had her shots that day.

I took the next day off work to get her settled in. She was sick all day. I called the vet and asked him if this was normal behavior a day after receiving shots. He said no and to bring her in as soon as possible. I took her straight to his office. She ended up having 2 different parasites (and had been wormed 2 times). He put her on 4 different medicines and told me to get some protein in her. We were having salisbury steak for dinner, so she got some of that (and wolfed it down). By the next day she was running around everywhere. She was totally fine and we finished all the medication and had a follow up visit to the vet.

I can't imagine now not having her. She is 1 1/2 years old and my baby. She loves to sit on my lap (all 75 lbs of her) and loves to cuddle and sleep with you.

 

[copperdogsmom]

Well I met this woman around the corner from where I lived who bred Pomeranians. We became friends and she made me a deal on a puppy.Well I got Teddy and then found out she got my husband.Best trade of my live.LOL

 

[vanillasugar]

Sierra's still very new, and I've told her story, but I don't mind telling it again.

I'd wanted a dog for a VERY long time, but Matt kept saying "no, now isn't the right time". Because of where I work I see dogs ALL the time, and was constantly reminded that I didn't have one of my own.

I had a dream one night that I had a dog (a lab mix I think) named Sierra. I woke up and laughed at myself, thinking "I'd never name a dog Sierra, I really don't like that name!" A week later, Sierra walked into the store with her foster mom. I fell for her instantly. She was going to be my dog. When I was told her name that just sealed the deal for me.

I fought hard with Matt for him to agree that we could get a dog (he didn't want one in the apartment among other things) but he finally did and we got to bring her home!!!

 

[Sweet72947]

The first dog we got was Coco, a Chesapeake Bay Retreiver. He was from a BYB. He was only taught a few commands, and my dad never taught him boundaries, so of course he had aggression issues and bit lots of people.

Daisy - her story starts when my friend's dad bought a dog over the Internet from some breeder in Oklahoma. Since the dog came from "the sooner state", they named her Sooner. Sooner was supposedly a new breed they were working on called a "red tick lab". This makes me think that Sooner is a red tick coonhound/lab mix, which is why you might hear me say that Daisy is 2/3 lab and 1/3 hound.

My friend's dad bred Sooner at 2 years of age to black lab, and she had a litter of 10 puppies or something, one of which died. Daisy was the last puppy left. We got her at nine weeks of age. Daisy was a shy puppy, she wasn't one of those puppies that was happy and licky and bouncy when they see new people. She just kinda sat there. When I got Daisy I didn't know anything about dogs, so I failed to socialize her, and now I have a 5 1/2 year old adult who I am working with on fear aggression issues. I have learned my lesson, and my next puppy (not for a while) will have the crap socialized out of him.

Benji - My sister went to a new age shop for some reason, and this little dog was there. He was scared and underfed. The shop owner told my sister that whoever owned Benji let him roam the streets and she would feed him hot dogs. The shop owner also said that the man who owned Benji would come pick him up from the shop sometimes and she'd witnessed him hitting Benji and throwing him around. My sister decided she couldn't leave Benji there and brought him home. My mom and I had been at Church, and when we came home we had a new dog. We housetrained him, taught him sit, down, stay, shake, and I am working on roll over. Also, since Daisy is afraid, Benji thinks he needs to bark at and be mean to strangers, and we are working on his issues also.

 

[milos_mommy]

My parents bought Milo at a petstore as a birthday present and to "cheer me up" since i was suffering severe depression and was suicidal, though they didn't realize it. Four months old. My mom wanted a wheaten terrier pup, but she knew i loved JRTs. They offered to throw in Milo for free if she bought the wheaten, since he was 4 months old and insane and no one wanted him.

 

[Dizzy]

Well I met this woman around the corner from where I lived who bred Pomeranians. We became friends and she made me a deal on a puppy.Well I got Teddy and then found out she got my husband.Best trade of my live.LOL

Classic!! Really?? Dear me lol!

Bodhi wasn't planned, I shall put it that way. A happy accident one might say

I know her mum's owner (who also has gran - she rescued gran after she got mum, because previous owner broke a broom handle over her back ).

 

[ArcticHeatwave]

When i got out of college and moved back home I really wanted a dog. After a couple of months of convincing my parents I was allowed to look for a companian and walking buddy.

I found Zoey on petfinder living in foster care in wasilla. Below is her posted picture.

So after several phone calls with her foster parents and planning a coworker to pick her up the next time he drove thru anchorage. I got zoey!! one of the best things that ever happend to me. She is my best buddy and we had so much fun together moving from Alaska to florida about a month ago.

And here she is almost a year later.

(she isnt to fond of posing for pictures)

 

[GipsyQueen]

Gipsy was a classic ^^
My mom and I wanted a dog for a really long time - my dad had had dogs as a kid - loved them, but said they take a lot of time and such. It took a while for us convince him to get a pup. So when he finally said yes my mom and bought all the news papers and looked for breeders. We then found one that had chocolate labs and one with yellow and black labs.
Well one April 1st 2000 we went to visit the chocolate labs. The dad was HUGE and was able to jump a fence - so the fenced was extra high He was/is a hunting champian with a lot of energy. Her mum, a very lovable smaller female coming from a long line of show dogs came and played with us. She is so gentle! So we then came into his open basement where the puppies were playing! Gipsy was the first little puppy that ran up to us! =) She had a little in-grown hair on her nose which looked a little like a white pimple. Well after playing with the pups for an hour or so the breeder gentley asked 'soooOOoo.... are you interested?' My dad was the first to answer 'YES! a female!' My mum and I were just like errr OK! So 2 weeks later, on April 14th we brought our little puppy home. No one wanted Gipsy because of that little pimple. Well it cleared up and Gipsy has been with us ever since.

 

[BostonBanker]

I love all these stories - most of them, I hadn't heard before!

When I knew I was ready for a dog, I gave a list of characteristics to my best friend, who runs a rescue. Female, over 1 year, short coat, 25-45 lbs, good off-leash. She pulls dogs from high-kill shelters, and said she would start pulling dogs that fit my needs; that way, I could foster a bunch and make a decision.

Not two weeks later, she called me up the morning after getting a transport of dogs in from West Virginia and said "I have your dog; she's perfect". I went to meet her that afternoon, and was thoroughly unimpressed. Unlike Lilavati, I didn't like brindle at all. I didn't like the docked tail. She was limping and had a nasty scar on her elbow. But Sam kept insisting this dog was perfect. When I saw a child grab her by her (injured) front legs and lift her clear off the ground by them, which Meg reacted to by just going limp and not biting, I knew she was good-natured!

When I walked in the front door with her that evening to try her, the first words out of my mother's mouth was "Oh, lord. This one is so homely we'll have to keep her. Nobody else would." Meg had never been in a house before, and was scared out of her mind. She didn't know how to do stairs. She clung to me like a frightened child. She housebroke in two days, and quickly learned about house life.

18 months later, she has overcome all of her initial fears, and is a super agility buddy. She goes to work with me everyday, and nobody can help falling in love with her. She is the sweetest, easiest dog I've met, and has done her best to adapt to everything I wanted in a dog. I can't imagine how I ever got along without her.

Meg's first day in Vermont.

Meg, having a nice time on Lake Champlain!