My Savior (Brutus)

Dear Ray, The picture above is Brutus, my friend, my companion and my baby. We are Katrina Victims. I had three handicapped people with me during the storm and no transportation so we had to weather the hurricane here in New Orleans, which was the most frightening experience we ever had. We lost everything. When we were rescued, I was told I could not take Brutus, but a kind man kept him for me and we were separated from August 2005 until October 2005. He was so happy to see me, and believe me, I was happy to see him because I thought I lost him. He is now the only thing that I have to my name. I love him dearly and we are together like glue. Deirdra F

Honey’s independence

When our little pomeranian doggy first came to live with us, she didn’t obey her new family very well, she let us know how independent she was! We were always very careful to make sure she was on the leash whenever we took her out of the house. Well, the best plans can go awry. On one incident when I opened the door to go put away our recently emptied trash cans, Honey was tailing me as I was heading for the front door, she slipped past me like greased lightning and headed for the wide open spaces at warp speed. I don’t run very well because I am handicapped and so I called for my wife and daughter to assist me. After we all split up and scoured the neighborhood yelling Honey, Honey - we finally found her and Honey acted contrite and submissive after this incident. After this incident, you can well imagine that the leash rule was strictly enforced again. About six months after this incident, we went to the drug store to pick up a prescription and took Honey with us because she loves to be with her family. When we came home, we drove the car in the garage and opened the car door. Honey bounced right out of the car and - we said oh, no. I started down the neighborhood to the North and my wife headed South with both of calling our doggie’s name. I couldn’t see her in my search and my wife couldn’t find her either. My wife said she was going to continue the search by car, so she started the car and backed up and - there sat Honey waiting patiently for us on the kitchen door step.

Molly A Little Angel

We were starting to look for a new puppy, a Pom, Chi or a Shih Tzu. It had to be black our last angel told me to look for a black puppy when she was gone. My husband kept saying we should get an older dog but small older dogs are very hard to find. One morning as I was getting dresses for work my retired husband yelled in to me there was a Pom for sale a few blocks away. He called and yes, they did have one black female. They never had a black Pom before. We went to see her and naturally we brought the tiny bundle home with us. The breeders had named her Molly. When I called her in the first time she told me she liked her name. So Molly it is. Oh my what a little fire ball she is. Runs like the wind, even out the front door and down the street. Till one Sunday this a young lady appeared where only seniors live in front of Molly and said something. Molly turned around and ran straight back to me. It was the last time she ran off, now if she gets out front she turns right around and comes back in as soon as we call her. Wanting to socialize her and be sure she liked riding in the car we took her everywhere with us. Well, we went too far and ended up taking her everywhere now even to church where she is a perfect little lady. We happened to stop and do some shopping in one of our favorite dog friendly stores. Molly got bored sitting in the shopping carts seat so I was holding her in my arm. When we got near the pet supplies this lady stopped me and said how pretty and well behaved Molly was and did I know any one who would like a 2 year old blond female Pom? Her sister had the dog and had it tied to a tree in her front yard because her new big dog didn’t like the little Pom. She was trying to find a home for it before the coyotes got it. I thought of one person who might take her. I went on my way to check out and two very sweet, loving and knowledgeable girls were talking to Molly and saying how sweet she was. The light came on I asked them if they were looking for a dog. The Mom said not particularly I told her the story of the Pom and I said good bye and went on. The girls came running over to me and said their Mom wanted more information about the dog. So I scoured the store till I found the shopper and told her about the family. She came running to tell them about the dog. As we left the store she was getting name address &and phone number so she could bring the dog to them. If Angel Molly hadn’t been shopping that day the perfect family for the little Pom wouldn’t have been found. Sil & Ed S. Molly’s Mom & Dad

She is so possessive, she wants me to be with her all the time, to pet her, to pay attention to her .  And if i dont do it, she barks and touches my hand with her little paw.

Every time I’m watching tv,  she´s right there watching it with us, and sometimes I put Coco in her bed, so we can sleep well. The good thing is that she doesn´t jump onto the bed…but she starts to go to my side of the bed and wants me to put her back. When she realizes that I’m not paying attention to her, she then goes to my husband’s side, and does the same thing. Finally, she runs to the other side of the room so she can see our faces and for us to see her, so we have to pretend we are asleep, and then she goes to bed. She does that every night.

When me or my husband go to the bathroom, she wakes up and hurries over to the bathroom door after we close it. She stays there, waiting for the one who is in there. So, she lies in the floor and peeks under the door to see our feet and know that we are still there. It’s so funny to open the door and see her in that position.

Always when I get home, she immediately goes to pee in the right place, because she knows that I’ll give her a treat.

We love her, she’s the most beautiful, lovely and smart dog I´ve ever seen.

Claudia L from Mexico