Thanksgiving 17

Today I am thankful for the hounds, Delilah and Humphrey.  The Divine Miss D is an Old English Bulldog that we rescued from a breeder.  Poor thing has a bad eye (untreated by aforementioned abusive breeder asshole).  She had never walked and was in the bottom of cages three high and dozens wide.  Poor thing did not even have a name.  They called her Q since she was their 17th bulldog and Q is the 17th letter of the alphabet (oh how clever, you are asshole breeder). 

But now Lilah has a permanent home with us.  She has gotten used to the good life, I assure you.  Now she turns up her nose at non-organic yogurt (I don't know how she can tell but she can) and refuses to walk in the snow.  However, she adores the baby and will let him jump on her and tug on her ears for hours.  For that alone, "the ex-hooker with the bad eye" aka "pig dog") has found her "furr-ever" home.

Humphrey is a huge sled dog Malamute thing.  We got him from the shelter.  Poor Humphrey was a three time loser at "the joint" because he likes to run.  If someone leaves the door open, run he will.  Some time I will blog about his wild nights with the coyotes (no, I am not making this up).  He has decided that it is his job to make sure that the baby does not crawl outside.  Sadly, without thumbs his only alternative to stop the procession is to flatten the baby and leave a paw on top of him as a weight.  However, it does work.

People often ask us why we have a strict "used dog" policy.  Our thought is that we do not want to encourage bad breeders and doesn't everything deserve a second (or fourth in the case of Humphrey) chance?

The beasts add so much to our lives in addition to the hair, the random kibble drops, the indoor accidents...