I'd like to introduce my dogs and their stories. Enjoy!
Bailey. Border Collie x Beagle. Male. 9 years old, though he doesn't look it! I found him 7 years ago, wandering the streets with an old too-tight collar embedded in his neck. He had what remained of a rusty chain padlocked to his collar and dragging behind him. Despite being a tall-ish medium sized dog, he weighed 9 POUNDS! (He now weighs about 45 pounds and STILL looks emaciated!). He was growling and biting at anyone who tried to touch him, including me. No one in the neighborhood recognized him, or at least not that they were admitting, so he stayed with me. And he hasn't left my side since! After much thought, I named him Bailey. Yeah I know, too many dogs named Bailey. But his full name is Bill Bailey (Axl Rose, for those who didn't immediately recognize that and cheer). Nervous by nature, and epileptic to go with it, but he's my boy and always will be.
Napper. German Shorthaired Pointer (possibly mixed with Lab or something close to it). Female. 7 years old. I got her when she was about 2. A very poor-looking couple came through my line at work, trying to count out enough change to buy a bone. I guess I gave them an understanding look as I watched them spend every last cent on their dog, and then kind of jokingly they asked me if I wanted a dog. They looked sad and explained that their landlord would not allow them to keep the dog anymore. They'd kept her in their tiny kitchen trying to hide her, but they were facing eviction over it and could not afford to care for the dog anyway. They were surprised when I asked if I could come see the dog, but sure enough I was at their apartment after work that night. And after a very emotional goodbye Napper was on her way to my place to meet Bailey. They made me promise to keep the name; I still don't know what the name's supposed to mean, but I kept my promise anyway.
Woody. Miniature Dachshund. Male. 3-5 years old, not sure exactly. What a piece of work. He is an SPCA alumni, an ex-breeder from a filthy puppy mill where he was horribly neglected. He arrived at the shelter after the mill was raided, and on this past St. Patrick's Day we just happened to stop by to see the dogs. His back and shoulders are deformed from living in a tiny cage and being extremely malnourished. Even for a miniature doxie he's tiny, weighing in at 10 pounds despite being a bottomless pit when it comes to food! The SPCA employees gave him his name, in reference to the way he gets...um... excited... whenever you pick him up... He was scared, timid and looked like a vet's worst nightmare, but there was just something my boyfriend could not resist about him. So out came the check book and home came the dog! It was a long bumpy ride, but Woody got healthy and finally started putting on some weight. He really came out of his shell and turned out to have that infamous Dachshund personality afterall. He is an eternal ball of energy who thinks of himself as one of the cats; they chase and wrestle each other constantly. Everyone who meets Woody falls in love, and he's quickly becoming famous around town.
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