Fuzzy Wuzzy's Tale

Dad says I look like a bottle brush with legs. I resemble that remark.
My story? Well, it ended well, but it was a rather rocky beginning. I was taken to the shelter as a puppy, and adopted by someone who took me back to the shelter. I don't know why, because I was only a puppy. Another lady took me from the shelter but couldn't keep me, so she gave me to another lady. This lady had a large min pin who kept trying to fight with me, so she advertised me "free to a good home".
Mom and dad came to get me, and I know they will keep me. I've been here almost two years, and they know all my tricks, and they still love me. I love them, too.

The Big Guy Talks

I've got a story to tell; just because I'm the biggest dog here, some of the others think I'm different, and maybe not as smart as they are.

My first owners bought me from a "back yard breeder" who was selling us in the Wal Mart parking lot. They said I was a chihauhua, but I'm not.

The guy was in the military, so he was away a lot, so the lady had to take care of me, and she had two little kids under the age of 3, so she didn't have time for me. To this day, I cannot stand the screeching little voices of children, and their sticky, probing little hands.

Well, the inevitable happened: they were transferred, and decided they couldn't take me along. Fortunately, the contacted the vet to try to find a home for me. One of the techs at the clinic called my new parents, because they knew these people rescued chi's. Notice, no one recognized I wasn't a chihauhua.

My new parents took me home and kept me. I don't know if I fit in because I'm 18 pounds, and the rest are so much smaller, but we all get along. My mom and dad have taken me to doggie training classes, so I know how to walk on a leash, sit, wait, and all those things they teach good doggies.

I'm a good dog.

Matriarch Zarra has a Turn

I'm Zarra, and I appreciate my turn to "talk" because I'm voiceless. Sometime in my past someone cut my vocal cords, so I can only make a few sounds.

The vet estimates that I'm about 10 years old; that makes me the oldest of the herd.

I was rescued from a hoarder in New Mexico about three years ago, and came to Border Animal Rescue (BAR) and that's where my parents found me. Life is heaven here compared to the hoarder's place. I was kept mostly in a wire kennel, and my toes are deformed because of it. I also had many, many puppies. I'm so glad there are good people that rescuse dogs like me from bad places like that.

I help mom groom some of the other dogs, and my favorite place to sleep and watch the world to by is my bed on the top of mom's sewing machine. I'm happy.

Hi,

I'm Zola, and as you can see from the video, I'm the beautiful blonde chi, and you can see I'm the one with the impeccable manners. Zinnia posted a cute picture several weeks ago, but you can easily see her manners don't go with the picture.

But we're talking about ME!

I have a sad story with a wonderful ending. I was born and partially raised in a puppy mill on the border. The horrid lady who kept us had to give up some of her dogs, and I was one that was given up. The people who picked me didn't know I was pregnant already; I was about a year old.

When I had my three puppies, one died and one was born deaf. The people who I thought loved me wanted to SELL me and keep the puppies!

My mom and dad came to get me, and they've kept me. I know I can stay here forever. They had that medical procedure taken care of, so there won't be any more puppies, and I get spa treatements (Editor's note: baths) and in the summer I can lounge by the pool.

Life is good.

Zack's Dangerous Adventure

Zack here. Let me tell you about my close call on Wednesday morning. As usual, dad and I walked down the driveway to get the morning paper. But wait! there in the driveway was the biggest javalina I've ever seen. He must have weighed 500 pounds! I tried to tell him to leave, but apparently he took exception to my barking, because he came after me. Man, that sucker was fast. I hadn't stopped barking when he TUSKED me! I thought I was a goner.

Dad yelled at him, and threw gravel, but the damage was done. His tusk entered above my rib cage and came out below my shoulder.

Dad took me to the vet and Dr. Ioska said she'd seen worse, but that wasn't too comforting. She cleaned the wound and put in that terrible drain and gave me some really good pain killers. On Monday I will go see her again to have the drain removed and some more stitches. I wonder if I need plastic surgery....

(Editor's note: Javalina (havaleena) range from Arizona to Argentina, and can weigh up to 80 pounds. They will eat almost anything, but prefer native vegetation, especially prickly pear cactus. They are not pigs, but collared peccaries.)

Zinnia Has a Few Words

(Editor's Note: Zinnia has a number of challenges to overcome. She is a very special doggie, and has done well in spite of her limitations. She will remain with her adoptive parents, who love her.)

I'm Zinnia and I was found by a garbage truck driver in Scottsdale, and turned in to a rescue group, and my mom and dad found me there. I can't remember to potty outside all of the time, but I know when its feeding time. Mom and dad have me on a special diet because they say I weigh too much.

The vet says there's something wrong with my back legs because they don't connect right to my hips, and I can't jump, but I like to walk and I can sure run when I'm called to dinner!

Life is good here, we all have pillows to sleep on (that's my second favorite thing besides eating). I have lots of long hair and it needs to be brushed often, but I don't like that, so mom and I have to compromise. Sometimes I look like I'm having a bad hair day, so mom puts me in the sink and scrubs, trims and brushes. I growl when she does that, but she says it has to be done.

Was I supposed to say more?

Zack's Story

Hi,

I'm Zack, dog of few words. My favorite words are "Zack, treat!", and "Zack, let's get the paper!".

My story? I was a cute, fuzzy puppy. They tell me I'm part chihuahua and part terrier. My first parents called me Oso-that's "bear" in Spanish. I kept getting out of the yard and the Animal Control people in Sierra Vista kept finding me wandering the streets, so my first parents turned me in at the shelter.

Someone told my new mom there was a long-haired chi available at the shelter, and she and my new dad decided to take me home. I've been here six years and had many adventures, like the time I chased a coyote. He bit me and I had to go to the vet. Luckily I had all my shots so I was ok.

Mom and dad have taken me to doggie training so I know how to "sit" and "stay" and I love to walk on a leash. One of my favorite pastimes is sneaking into the living room to sleep on the rocking chair. My hair makes a beautiful contrast against the green upholstery.

I like to sit on mom's lap when she works at the computer. She thinks I want to learn to use EBay to order doggie goodies, but I have a problem typing. My fingers just don't work well on the keys.

I've talked enough.