I am a dog person. Seriously.

I love dogs. All kinds, all breeds, all mutts. We had dogs growing up.  Our first dog was beagle named Frisbee. He was so cute. Our second dog was also a beagle named Babe. He could climb our chain link fence.

In junior and senior high, we had a Pekingese.  He loved charging the vacuum cleaner when someone was cleaning the house. He'd go nuts.  I was playing with him once when I was vacuuming. I totally vacuumed him up!  He had long hair and it got too close. Poor thing got sucked up and gave me a look like "you fool." He stopped charging the vacuum after that.

When my husband and I were freshly engaged, we rescued a Dalmatian-lab mix from a flooded ditch. He was named after the road we found him on, Marche.  Later, after we had our first daughter, she nicked named him Shay Shay.

Shay Shay was so sweet.  Well, expect the time he peed on my mom's leg when she was dropping me off after a shopping trip. He passed due to old age some years ago.

The hubs got me an English bulldog for our first Christmas together after we got married. I had dreamed of a bulldog for a long time. He was named Larynx Vagus. Since I am a speech-language pathologist, I chose an anatomical name. Larynx was later nick named Lear Bear. He was funny and moody. He loved when I was pregnant.  He would push his flat face on my belly and sniff.  When we introduced him to our first newborn, Larynx gave her a good sniff-over. He accidentally tore off her umbilical stump! Lear Bear lived to by a ripe age of 10!

About five years ago, I was going though a very tough personal time.  It was very hard and I was very depressed.  Knowing a lapdog would be helpful, my husband gave me my first dachshund-Soffee.  His full name is Esophagus Cricoid. He is a guardian. He doesn't like men in our home unless it is my husband. 

Pittsburg Steeler, or Steeler for short, joined the family 3 years ago. He was the runt of the litter. Don't tell him how little he is. He is a cutie pie!

This past Christmas, we bought a pup for the girls.  This little guy is Obiwan Kenobi. He is a mess. He prefers being with the other dogs more than with humans.  On our daily walks, he sure struts his stuff.  Like a BOSS.  We tried dressing him in a cute sweater in the winter. He thinks sweaters are for sissies.  He chewed that sucker off.  On Friday he literally chewed the floor off the laundry room, where they stay during the day when we are gone. Little stinker.