About the Dogs

When I started this site, there was only one dog, Shelly.  

Shelly

Shelly was acquired through a rescue organization in Virginia.  She fit in right away, and became our protector.  She has a very high sense of responsibility.  She has never bitten anybody, and has always been friendly to everybody we let in the house.  However, when somebody comes to the door, she sounds like she is out for blood.  Perhaps that is why we have never had a break-in, whereas one of our neighbors had his door kicked in and the house ransacked in broad daylight.

Then we acquired Casey to keep her company.

Casey

Casey also came from a rescue organization and is very affectionate.  He knows that he is the least important dog in the entire world, and he continually needs to be reassured.  He is totally sweet, and is a true peacemaker.  If the other two dogs begin to play rough, Casey howls in alarm.  He worries a lot.

Then one rainy winter day I saw Byron running around outside.

Byron

Byron was a stray.  After about 4 months, his owner finally surfaced but said we could keep him.  There had been some neglect.  Byron is a Lab who thinks only of food.  Nothing is safe.  He has proved twice over that it really is OK to eat something bigger than his head.  He did that by eating two cantaloupes I left out on the counter.  Everything but the seeds.  He cannot be trusted around food.  Byron is the oldest of the dogs, but at about 10 years old, he is still a goofy lab.  Unlike Shelly and Casey, he cares nothing about rank.  Shelly knows that she is the Alpha, Casey knows that he is some place down around Omega, and Byron just says "Huh?  What's for dinner?"

Update on Byron - 2/26/2009.  It is hard for me to write this.  In December, Byron accidentally killed himself.  My wife and I were out, and we left a box of cheerios on the kitchen counter.  He ate the cheerios and then suffocated when on the plastic bag inside.  We buried him on our property.  I had no idea that his fondness for food would end up killing him.  Well, he was an old dog and we gave him some excellent years, but it is still a tragedy.

We now have a new dog, courtesy of the Lab Rescue League.  His name is Rocky (although I try to get him to respond to "Mr. Balboa" on formal occasions).

Rocky

Rocky is part lab and part something else - probably Golden Retriever.  His coat is fluffy, not slick and oily like a Lab's.  He is almost one year old, and is extremely friendly.  He is making Casey play with him, even though Casey is old (9 years) and really does not want to play - at least not as much as Rocky wants.  Shelly, however, does not play with him or anybody else.  I guess that she is too old (10 years) to enjoy that any more.  That is really a shame.

When we picked up Rocky, he was staying at a foster home in Virginia.  The lady had 10 dogs.  Five were hers, three were foster dogs, and two were there on a "play date".  Fortunately, she has a large lot - 3-4 acres.

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