My first dog, Bingo, was my companion from when I was 5 until when he died in 1993. He was 17. We rescued him from death row at the humane society, after I picked him out. He was the only dog not barking, he seemed to have quietly accepted his fate. As we drove him home, he slowly started to perk up, until he went completely berserk at his new home (our backyard).
I am an only child, and Bingo was my companion when I would get home early from school each day until when my parents arrived home. He was a dog that everyone loved, and provided our family with more fun and laughs than anyone that I can think of.
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Sirus was my second and smallest dog. He was intelligent, affectionate and proud. He tended to think that he was much bigger than he really is. He died in 2004 at the ripe age of 16 (and still puppy-like)
Sheba is our 3rd pooch. She is enthusiastic, gentle, a vicious rabbit killer, good with kids (they grab her long nose and kiss her, and she herds them into little bunches), and a little insane.
Sheba's score:
Rabbits: 5 (3 caught, two frozen roadkills)
Squirrels: 2
Cats: 0 (not for lack of trying)
Buddy is our latest acquisition. He's a Terrier/Chow cross, playful, friendly and very inquisitive. He also likes biting Sheba's tail when he can get away with it. Update: Buddy turned out to be a Lab/Chow cross and now weighs 65 pounds.
Newly acquired after a friend of my Mom's died of an aneurysm, leaving her orphaned. Pictures to come soon...