My "kid's"

These are my dogs. My "kids" so to speak. They are both rescue dogs. The one on the left was 9 years old when we got her. She is a drama queen and she's always shedding. Her name is Hayley. (a.k.a. Snausage) She is quite round in the middle but this picture is very flattering for her. She loves to lay down in the shallow water down at the river and to lick herself loudly in the morning. She's a little stiff but she has been known to chase a cat or two if the mood strikes her. She likes to eat corn cobs.



This one on the right is Turk. He was only 9 months old when we got him last November. I think they named him Turk because when he lays down with his back legs tucked under him his bum looks like a butterball turkey. I call him Turkey Lurkey. He is not very smart except when it comes to escaping the yard or getting off his leash. Sometimes it works, sometimes not. He loves to swim, run and play with his girlfriend/neighbour Kaylie and eat/inhale everything and anything he can get his paws on, especially the compost. He also likes to chase the cats. He likes to tear apart the garbage and wicker baskets into a million pieces. He can destroy indestructible chew toys and he can chew through wire cables. He gets stuck in fences and almost hangs himself from them. He loves to cuddle at night and he talks in his sleep but moving him off the bed is like trying to move a dead body. He ate my favorite boots. He has caused me many laughs and just as many tears and I wouldn't trade them for the anything.