Just A Guy and His Dogs

I rescued Simon from the pound, after seeing him there, labeled a “dog-fighter.”  A big black dog, 80 lbs., they said he would never find a home, people were reluctant to adopt any large black dog, and the label he carried among the other dogs was a virtual death sentence.

He appeared scared, but loveable.  We brought our other dog, a smaller pointer mix that we’d also rescued, to see if they would get along.  They did and we adopted Simon. read more

A Man and His Dogs

I’m just a man and his dogs and it all started when I was a child. My mother brought home a little dog that was so small that she carried it in her purse.  The dog was a mixed-breed of Pekinese, Pomeranian, and Chihuahua and my mother named it Su-Su. Fully grown, she weighed maybe 7 pounds.  Su-Su was cute, adorable, and annoying, but I loved her. However, I always wanted a bigger dog.  Like Lassie or Rin Tin Tin.  Little dogs belong to girls or Paris Hilton, not to men. read more