A Pug named Princess who told me her life story while I dug out a new garden bed. It’s a tear jerker. Her mother, a Rottweiler, abandoned her and all her siblings (a Golden Retriever, a Black Lab, a Rottweiler like her mom, a Boxer and a Dalmation- some litter!) in a basket to go off and marry a “handsome dog.” How she and her siblings managed to travel the world in that basket to my door is quite the story and I’m sure she would gladly tell you when you have an hour (or two) to spare.
A Pink Labrador named Pinkie Pie. She showed up on outside my bedroom door, barking sweetly. “Pretend you’re going to check the mail,” is a common command.
A Bear Bull named Bear. “It’s kind of like a Pit Bull, but different.”
A Golden Retriever named Golden. (Don’t judge. You try coming up with a new name every day for a couple of years.)
A Blue Labrador whose name escapes me.
A Rottweiler named Roger, “Because they sort of rhyme, but they don’t rhyme,” who took every pillow off my bed and made a kennel under my bedside table.
And this morning, a Black Labrador named Max because, “Some people call their girl dogs Sam or Max and I want to sound like Jack.” She is one month old and was born on January 10 (Jack’s birthday). When I told Paul her age and the date of her birth he raised an eyebrow. Max was busy nuzzling his feet by way of a greeting. I had found her while he was in the shower. He had to have her back off as he was only wearing a towel. Fortunately Max is a confident girl without any of the abandonment issues you might expect from a stray puppy.