I was 18 months old when my parents got me my first dog - "Tippy' was some sort of mix breed Terrier - whom I carried around constantly & as the story goes....tried to flush down the toilet!  Who would have ever thought I would end up in "rescue"???!!

Through my young life into my teens and adulthood I have always loved dogs.  After Tippy came "Loliet" a French Poodle I had for 13 years.  Then as a young Mother we got "Bear" - a Keeshond for our daughters.  She was the most gentle and loving dog.  The last year of her life....she patiently dealt with Homeless during his first puppyhood-year.  Homeless was also the very first "stray' or unwanted dog that squirmed into my heart and has remained there since the first day I set eyes on that ratted up furball in the weeds.

He is a sweet, sweet dog - and I KNOW that he KNOWS that I "saved" him.  He "thanks" me everyday for that and I will always love him.

When I picked him up off the side of the road he was lost in a small field.  That was September 1980.  The Vet thought he was about 10 weeks old - so we decided his birthday would be July 4th.  Poor guy - he HATES fireworks - hides in the bathroom for weeks....course we didn't know that at the time!!!