Welcome To My Family. These Are My Dogs.

I have Tinlee. She is aggressive, but she is the boss. She is like an ugly man but a girl dog. She is tough. But she keeps things in order at home. Above all she is the dog that listens to most of the commands.

I have Barbie. She is in love with Tinlee. I don't think she has figured out she is not a he. Tinlee will growl at Barbie and Barbie will continuously try to cuddle up to Tinlee until she starts nipping and then biting at full speed. I am under the impression that Barbie is just dumb. I sure hope she isn't into S and M.

I have Sheeba. I named her Shiva after the God of Destruction. I was trying to give her a tough name, because every time I tried to pick her up she would pee on me or the floor. After having her for three months, she is finally shaking less. Yes, her transition from the animal shelter has been slow. My son couldn't say Shiva and kept saying Sheeba. So now she is Sheeba, Goddess of the pee on the floor.

Beya means beautiful and my dog Beya is just that. She is the most gentle dog with my son. She is loyal to no end. Beya the beautiful but noisy barker. 'Shut up, Beya," is a common phrase that I yell into my backyard.

Baby Bucky is actually the largest dog but all the dogs pick on her, even the close to blind dog, Princess. She often gets out of the yard when I open the gate to let the dogs into the house, and then she tears down the street barking at cars and people.

But when I hold her in my arms she cuddles up like a little bunny. I have never met a dog who liked to be cuddled as much as this dog. Baby Bucky. My most common phrase given to her is "Get back here, Bucky!"

Princess. I was visiting a high kill animal shelter when I met this dog. I was leaving the shelter when I heard a lady bawling because she didn't want to drop off her dog. I told her that her pure bred Maltese was beautiful. She asked me with her blood-shot eyes if I would take her so that they would not kill her at the pound. With that kind of question how could I say no? The lady said that the older dog had no problems, but after getting $150 worth of vet bills I now know that she has dry eyes. None of the solutions to fix her eyes have worked so far. If anyone has advice on sticky eyes that fill with junk all the time, leave a comment.

Littles is the last dog. She was sold to me for thirty bucks by someone who put an ad up for her when she was three weeks old. I was looking for another cage, when I read his ad. I called him to tell him that she needed to be with her mom until at least two months. He said he didn't want her anymore, so I took her and bottle-fed her for one month. Littles is the baby, but boy is she feisty. She is tough and loves to play with Bucky her best friend.

Some might say that I have too many dogs. But I say that I have a yard that is almost an acre for them to run in. The dogs have nice crates to sleep in at night and food and water. They might not get the individual attention that they each want each day, but I do believe that their lives are good ones at my home. I sometimes peek in on them while they are in the backyard running and chasing one another. They play and play and play. It is a good life to be one of my dogs. I know this, because many a stray have tried to join the pack.