My current pup is a boxer named Mikey. He's the only one I actually purchased, mainly to get him away from a bad situation. He was 9 weeks old and so skinny you could count every bone in his little body.
He grew up with Mooshie, and has made the adjustment to only dog, but I'm sure he misses his big brother. (Sorry no pix, they're on my phone, but not my computer).
Mooshie is the last photo...he was found tied up in a parking lot in February of 2012 when he was about 14 weeks old. He grew up to be the most loyal and protective companion I've ever known. He was my hiking buddy, night time snuggler, and total chow hound.
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First photo is Benny. Benny was half French bulldog and half American Eskimo. He was delivered via c-section at work (mom was the Frenchie, and unable to deliver pups naturally.) The breeder told us that the litter was possibly mixed breed, and if they were she wanted the pups euthanized.
We suggested that she let me and my coworkers bottle raise them and place them in good homes. She was agreeable to that, and so (you guessed it), we each kept the puppy we resuscitated.
He was the coolest dog...actually my husband's dog. He lived and died for my husband.
We lost Benny to and inoperable tumor on his liver.
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The kitty is Emmy aka Baby Cat. She was delivered via c-section at work. Her mom was a feral racetrack barn cat who was brought in by a Good Samaritan who trapped and spayed as many of them as she could get (TNR=trap/neuter/release).
I bottle raised her, and she lived to the ripe old age of 22. She was such a little stinker, and I wouldn't have traded her for anything.
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Next photo is Katie, a black lab. Katie was brought in by her breeder at 3 weeks old because she was not eating.
Katie turned out out have peritonitis, and we had to do exploratory surgery to save her life. She had about a 30 percent chance of survival, but survive she did.
She was such an easy dog to live with...after a typical lab puppyhood (wild child!)
Every night at 7:30 she would walk up the hall and go to bed. Her favorite past time was playing fetch (lab), and race chase with Baby Cat up and down the hall.
I lost Katie to osteosarcoma in April 2019 at 10 years old.
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Next picture is Charlie. He was my first rescue. His "breeder" brought him in when he was 8 weeks old, telling us that he didn't think he was doing very well.
He weighed less than a pound, had an ulcer in one eye, a terrible staph infection over most of his body, he was dehydrated, and so cold his temperature wouldn't even register on a thermometer.
My husband and I nursed him back to health, and he eventually grew up to be a beautiful 60 lb boxer.
He was the most gentle, intuitive dog I've ever known. He loved everybody, and always knew how to react to all sorts of people. He could roughhouse with kids, then turn around and cuddle with a bed ridden resident in a nursing home.
I lost Charlie on New Years Day 2012, and still miss him every day.
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Next photo is Joey. A coworker had asked me if I wanted to adopt him, as he was found wandering the street in Baltimore City. I was hesitant, because I already had 3 dogs, and wasn't sure if I could manage 4, but the hubs said "why not"? so he joined the pack.
I don'y know a whole lot about his early life, but he was a bit of a strange dog..very wary of strangers, and super sensitive about having his head touched.
Mooshie was his best buddy; those 2 used to love playing a game we called "Sticks", which was basically chasing a long bamboo pole in circles. He could jump like nobody's business.
I lost Joey to lymphoma 3 days after Katie died (probably one of the worst weeks of my life).
ETA-sorry for the long post
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