Fun Monday - My Dogs

This week's Fun Monday is hosted by Lisa at Lisa's Chaos (and judging by her photos, it's a lovely chaos, indeed). Lisa challenged us with this:

Let’s meet your pets. I think most of us have at least one pet and I would like to see your fluffy or scaly pal. If you don’t have a camera you can tell us about him/her/them. If you don’t have a pet tell us about a pet you had or a pet you want. If for some weird reason you hate all animals we want to know why gosh-dang-it.

I am going to limit myself to the pets currently living and currently living with us. Here is our Duck. Duck is a Catahoula/Sharpei cross who just turned 9 in September. She is the only dog I have ever raised from puppyhood. She is the queen of the bitches (literally) and a tennis ball retriever par excellence. She also has never lost a game of tug-o-war although we don't play as hard as we used to because of her arthritis. She is from a litter of 9 and all of her littermates were blond. She was the Ugly Duckling. Now she is The Duck.

The Duck at 8 months

Next we have Holly, complete name Holly Farms Chicken Lips. Holly is an American Boxer and will be 6 in March. Holly was given to us when she was 8 months old by my daughter, Julie. Duck was living with Julie at the time as a guardian while Juls' husband was out to sea. We thought we were ok being dog free (we drove truck cross country at the time). Julie didn't. She gave Lexy to her dad as a Christmas gift. He was not pleased. The dog was not returnable.

How can you not love this face, however? We changed her name, put her on the truck and we all adapted. Now, if we were ever to raise another dog from a pup? It would probably be a Boxer. She is just a sweetheart, albeit a counter-surfing sweetheart!

Holly at 8 months

Last, and maybe least, we have Buddy. Buddy is a Sheltie cross and will be 1 this month. Buddy belonged to a friend of mine who found out, post-Buddy, that her landlord did not allow dogs. Buddy and his mom had to be relocated. I declined to take Buddy's mom (we had a personality conflict) but I could not let Buddy be euthanized. When he came to live with us, his name was Hercules. I tried to change it to Fred, but Fred just didn't stick. My husband started calling him Buddy because my husband calls all unnamed males Buddy. I went to call the dogs that night and opened the front door. "Duck! Buddy! Holly!" Buddy Holly? It stuck.

Buddy at 8 months

I hope you enjoyed meeting my current crew - always subject to additions, you know! Please have fun visiting everyone else today!

Update:

Lil man got up this morning and I was browsing while he got ready for school. He asked where his picture was. I told him he wasn't a dog but he told me that he was, in fact, my 4th pet. He's right, so here's his picture, too. He was not 8 months old, though, he was 7 years.

My best buddy at 7 years