We are family

Sammi, my old girl, is a dachshund mix. She's 14+ years old, has gone almost completely white, is pretty much deaf and is loosing her sight. She had a scare several years ago with a ruptured disc (as is common with dachshunds), hence the stairs in the picture! This sweetie came from the pound. I rescued her when I was in college. I was researching for an advertising campaign project and went to the local pound for info. I rescued her and another dog (who was to be euthanized that evening). Before slowing down due to age, Sammi had been our active girl, loved going on walks, playing with anyone. She was the dog equivalent to a tom boy.



Kola, our chihuahua, is about 6 or 7 years old. She came from a local humane society. I saw her on Petfinder shortly after we lost our chihuahua/terrier mix to cancer. She had been abused by children. She thinks she's tough, but she's quite the little priss. She's not much for playing with the other dogs. She's rather burrow under a blanket somewhere or in a basket of laundry, or sit on the back of the couch and just keep watch.



Cissy is our newest addition. Last year, hubs saw a rat terrier at an adoption event at Petsmart. He decided to check out the local pounds, since those animals are on VERY limited time. He found Cissy and brought her home the day before Thanksgiving. She is a pure hot wicked mess. :) She is young, so she's constantly moving. Her favorite activity is shredding and destuffing toys, and doing the "Rat terrior 500," where she runs at full speed around the house, from room to room. We call her the "rat terrorist" or some other loving, endearing name, like "monster" or "beast" or "pest." She is very sweet. The other two dogs were not happy when Cissy came to live with us. The activity level in the house changed drastically.



Here are a couple of pics of the hubs and me.





This is our little family.