Wednesday, June 30, 2010


Today is the last day of June, so it's my last chance this year to write about June bugs.  Mom said there might still be some June bugs around in July, but sometimes she's wrong about stuff like that, so I think I'd better go ahead and write about June bugs today.

Anyway, when we go out on the patio at night, there are June bugs there because they like to come to where the floodlights are.  Gabe and I think it's fun to catch the June bugs and eat them, but Gabe likes to do this more than I do.  In my opinion, June bugs are not nearly as yummy as cicadas, so I am saving most of my bug-catching energy for cicada season.

The scientific name for June bugs is Phyllophaga, which is Greek for "leaf eaters."  If you don't like the Greek name, you can also call June bugs "June beetles" or "May beetles."  In some places, the June bugs are shiny green, but the ones we have around here are a boring brown color.

When the June bugs get tired of eating leaves, which happens in July or August, they mate and then the girl June bugs start laying eggs in the ground.  Each one of them lays about 60 to 75 eggs, and it takes them a couple of weeks to lay them all.

Then after a while, the eggs hatch, and make little white worm things called grubs.  The grubs keep growing, and when they get bigger, they have to shed their old skin and make a new one.  Meanwhile, they are busy eating the roots of the grass in your yard and maybe in your flower bed, too.  Mom thinks grub worms are yucky, and she thinks June bugs are yucky, too.  But the grub worms are the yuckiest of all because they do lots of damage by eating all those roots.

Anyway, the grubs turn into pupae before winter comes, which means they wrap up in a cocoon kind of thing to keep warm and sleep through the cold weather.  Then in the spring, they come out and become June bugs, and the whole thing starts all over again.

Mom wishes that Gabe and I would eat up more of the June bugs, but like I said before, I much prefer cicadas.  I told Mom that she should get a chicken if she wants something that will eat all the bugs and grubs.  In fact, I think that having some chickens around would be an excellent idea, but Mom does not agree, for some reason, so I guess we will just have bugs and grubs and no chickens.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010


Today I will tell you about another dog breed that started out in Africa, and that breed is called the Boerboel.  Mostly, you can find Boerboels in South Africa because they were bred by the Boers, which is what the early Dutch settlers were called.  The Boers were farmers, and they needed dogs to guard their livestock and their families, so they bred dogs that were exactly right for this purpose.

Nobody knows exactly which dog breeds were mixed together to make the Boerboel, but there was probably some mastiff and bulldog and other European dogs, plus dogs that the native people had.  The first dog that might have started the whole breed was a dog that Jan van Riebeeck brought to the Cape when he came in 1652 and founded the first settlement.

Anyway, Boerboels are really big dogs, like mastiffs, and they weigh between 150 and 200 pounds.  They are very brave and loyal, and there are stories about Boerboels killing leopards.  But besides being fierce and strong, they have to also be very gentle with children and other family members.  And they have to be smart so that they can tell which animal or person is a threat and which one isn't.  Boerboels can also be used to herd livestock and to track game, so they are kind of a dog of all trades.

Nowadays, more Boerboels are just family pets instead of being working dogs on farms.  Since they are such big dogs, they need enough space to run around and get some exercise every day.  You should only get a Boerboel that has been bred to have a good temperament and that has been well socialized as a puppy.  Otherwise, you could end up with a really big, scary dog that bites people.

Lots of people in South Africa like to breed Boerboels, and they send the puppies to other countries where people would like to own a Boerboel.  But they don't send them to Denmark.  And the reason for this is that the Boerboel got banned in Denmark this year because some people think it is a dog that is bred for fighting.

In some places, Boerboels can be entered in dog shows, but I could only find one kennel club that lets you do that so far, and that is the Kennel Union of Southern Africa.  Which is why if you want to have a Boerboel as a show dog, you should probably move to Pretoria or someplace like that!

Sunday, June 27, 2010

The Latest News!

Well, as you know, I have a very exciting life, and now I'm going to tell you all the latest exciting things that have happened.  First of all, Mom has been leaving the door open to the cat room sometimes so that we dogs can look at the cats through the child gate.  Here's a picture of me looking at Chloe.  She is very bold, and she rolls over and shows me her fat tummy and acts like she is not afraid of me at all.  And sometimes she hisses at me.

Friday night we had a very shocking thing happen because Mom left the cat room door open for a long time while we were all downstairs watching TV.  Then all of a sudden, we heard a meow on the stairs, and there was a cat there!  And it was Chloe!  Mel ran up the stairs and herded Chloe back into her room, even though Mel is not really a herding dog.  By the time Mom got upstairs, Chloe had jumped back onto the table by the child gate and had run clear across the room and was on a shelf by the window.  Mom didn't even think Chloe could jump that high because Chloe is so fat, but Mom was wrong.

Charlie has not ever escaped from the cat room yet, but sometimes he comes over by the child gate to meow and hiss at me and Gabe.  I think maybe Charlie is more afraid of dogs than Chloe is.

So anyway, another thing that happened was that yesterday Mom went to a satellite adoption, and it was a really hot day, and Mom had to stay outside most of the time, so she was hot and tired when she got home.  And then when she came in the house, she noticed right away that it wasn't very cool in the house, which was something we dogs had been noticing all day.  And when Mom looked at the thermostat thing, she found out it was 85 degrees in the house, even though it was supposed to be 76.  So she called the air-conditioner people, and she talked to a nice lady who said maybe the problem was something called a circuit breaker, which is some kind of switch thing in the basement.  And Mom went down there, and sure enough, that was the problem, so she fixed it all by herself, and the house got cool again, but it took a couple of hours.  Luckily, we were all able to take naps while we were getting cooler.

But the most exciting thing that happened yesterday was that Mom went to a pet store, and she bought us a very special chewy, which was part of an antler.  We don't know if it is a deer antler or an elk antler, but we don't really care which it is.  Mom had thought about buying us one of these antlers before, but they are very expensive, so she didn't.  But yesterday she did.  And the antler cost $30, but I think it was well worth every penny.  In fact, I think it would have been better if Mom had bought four antlers, but Mom said she is not made out of money.

So first of all, Barry got to chew on the antler because he is the Alpha Dog.  And he chewed it for like an hour or so, and he chewed the point off of it.  Then finally Barry decided he needed a drink of water, so when he abandoned the antler, Gabe got it, and he chewed it.  Here's a picture of Gabe chewing it while I waited patiently for my turn, which I knew would come.  And it did!  I got to chew the antler and I was very happy to do it because there is nothing like a good chew to make a dog happy.

Mel didn't chew the antler because he is  too afraid that some other dog will attack him and take it away from him.  But I got to chew the antler, and like I told you, I was very happy to be chewing it.  Then after a while, Mom took it away from me and put it on a high shelf because she said everybody had done enough chewing today but maybe we can all chew it again another day.  I hope that other day is today, because that antler was very, very yummy!

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Dogs in Iran!

If you are a dog and you live in Iran, you should leave the country immediately!  At least that's my advice.  And the reason you should do this is because a big, important religious man named Grand Ayatollah Naser Makarem Shirazi said that people in Iran shouldn't have dogs as pets.  I think it's very mean and unfair of him to say this, and if I ever meet up with him, I will tell him so and maybe even bite him on the leg!

Of course, if I did this, the Ayatollah would send me to doggy jail, which is what he started doing with pet dogs back in 2007, when he first told people that they shouldn't have dogs.  But people kept getting dogs anyway because dogs are people's best friends, and many Iranians were smart enough to know this.  So now this Grand Ayatollah guy made a fatwah, which is a religious ruling, about how people can't have dogs.  And the reason he gives for this is that dogs are unclean.  Which should be an easy problem to fix if you just give all the dogs a bath, but Mom says that "unclean" means something different when you are talking about religion.

And another thing the religious guy said was that having dogs as pets was what people do in the West, and that Iran shouldn't be like the West.  America is in the West, and so are Canada and Europe and South America and Australia and New Zealand.  People who live in all these places know about the wonderfulness of dogs, so they have them in their houses and stuff.  The Ayatollah says that "There are lots of people in the West who love their dogs more than their wives and children."  Which may be true, but I say what's wrong with that?

Anyway, here's something interesting about the doggy fatwah:  it doesn't apply to people who are nomads and wander around with their sheep and goats looking for places for them to eat grass, because these people need dogs to help with herding and guarding their flocks.  In the Iranian language, these dogs are called sage ashaayeri, which means "nomads' dogs."  They come in a bunch of different colors, and some have short hair, and others have medium hair.

The nomads who live in the west part of Iran have most of these dogs.  They are about the size of a border collie, and mostly their job is to guard the animals and also to guard the people's tents.  So these dogs are very fierce with strangers, and they can fight wild animals like wolves, bears, and wild boars.

Anyway, if I ever go to Iran, which I am most definitely not planning to do, I will find some nice nomad family to live with because I don't want to get arrested and thrown into doggy jail!

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Tasmanian Tigers

Tasmanian Tigers are sometimes called Tasmanian Wolves, which is confusing, because how can an animal be both a tiger and a wolf?  And what's even more confusing is that the Tasmanian Tiger isn't really a tiger or a wolf either one.  And if you want my opinion, it was all this confusion that helped make this poor animal extinct!

Anyway, maybe the easiest thing to call the Tasmanian Tiger is a thylacine, which is short for Thylacinus cynocephalus.  This is Greek, and it means "one with a pouch and a wolf's head."  So what the thylacine really is -- or was -- was a marsupial.  Because a marsupial is an animal that has a pouch that its babies live in until they are big enough to live outside the pouch.  Kangaroos are also marsupials, and so are opossums.  Oh, and guess what!  The male thylacines have pouches, too, and they use them to keep their boy parts safe until they need to use them.

A long time ago, thylacines lived in Australia, Tasmania, and New Guinea.  The last place where they were seen alive was in Tasmania, which is an island that is also a state of Australia.  And just in case you have forgotten your geography lessons, here's a map that shows Tasmania as that orange spot down at the bottom.

Thylacines looked sort of like dogs with thick tails, but they had a stiff gait, and they couldn't run fast, like dogs.  But if they were excited or trying to get someplace in a hurry, they could stand up on their back legs and jump, sort of like kangaroos.  If you measured thylacines from their noses to the tips of their tails, they could be about 6 feet long, and they were about two feet tall.  They weighed between 40 and 70 pounds.  Also they had these interesting dark stripes across their backs, and that's why people thought they looked kind of like tigers.

People didn't see thylacines too often because thylacines mostly liked to hunt at night.  And what they ate was lots of meat and no veggies at all.  The meat they liked best was stuff like kangaroos, wallabies, wombats, birds, and possums.  They especially liked a bird called the Tasmanian emu, but that bird started becoming extinct about the same time as the thylacines did.  

Baby thylacines were called joeys, and usually there would be 3 of them in a litter.  These three little joeys were tiny and hairless when they were born, but they crawled into their mom's pouch and latched onto a teat.  As they grew, the mom's pouch got bigger and bigger, until it almost dragged on the ground.  Then the babies would come out and learn how to get along in the world for themselves.

Thylacines started going extinct in New Guinea and Australia about 2000 years ago.  This might have been partly because of the people and the dingoes there, because all of them were hunting for the same food.  But on Tasmania, there were still thylacines until the 1930s.  When Europeans started settling in the area, they thought that Tasmanian tigers were killing their sheep and chickens.  Which may have been true, but it also may not have been true because the thylacines hunted at night, and no one saw them very often.  

Anyway, the settlers wanted to get rid of the thylacines, and there was a bounty for every animal that could be killed and brought in.  So lots of people shot thylacines so they could get the bounty money.

The last known living thylacine was "Benjamin," who lived in the Hobart Zoo in Tasmania.  "Benjamin" might really have been a female, but no one knows for sure now.  If you want to see a film that was taken of the last few thylacines living in zoos, you can go to this Wikipedia page and scroll down partway.

Anyway, "Benjamin" lived in the zoo for 3 years, and then died on September 7, 1936.  After that, people have been looking for another thylacine, and sometimes they think they've seen one, but they can't really prove it.  And when 1986 came, and nobody had seen a thylacine for 50 years, the animal was declared "possibly extinct."  Some people are trying to maybe clone one from DNA, but so far they have not had much luck.

So that is the sad story of the thylacine.  I wish they weren't extinct because they look like they might be fun to play with, but I guess I'll never know for sure.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

"If you want a friend in Washington, get a dog."

Everyone says that President Harry S. Truman is the person who said this excellent quote, so I thought he must have been a really good person who liked dogs a lot and had a whole big pack of them in the White House.  But I was shocked to learn that he didn't have any dogs at all!  I can't really explain why this is true, because Mr. Truman was from Missouri, and that should mean that he was the kind of man who would love dogs, but I guess he didn't.  Mom says that you can be a good person and still not like dogs, but I think she might be lying about this.

Anyway, I will go ahead and tell you some stuff about Mr. Truman, just because I went to all the trouble to do some in-depth research on him.  And what I learned was that he was born on a farm and mostly grew up there, but he didn't really want to be a farmer, so when World War I started, he joined the Army and was an artillery officer.  At the end of the war, he married a woman named Bess Wallace.  He had been in love with her for a long time, but she said she didn't want to marry a farmer.  But now that Mr. Truman wasn't a farmer anymore, she married him.  Later on, they had a daughter, and her name was Margaret.

Mr. Truman did a whole bunch of different stuff before he got to be president.  He and Mrs. Truman lived in a big white house in Independence, Missouri, and now it's like a museum, and you can go on a tour inside it, which Mom has done.  But back in the early days, Mr. Truman wasn't famous and neither was his house.  For a while, he and a friend had a store that sold hats and other things for men to wear.  Then later he was a county commissioner, but I'm not sure what that is.  And after that, he got elected to the U.S. Senate.

Mr. Truman was in the Senate for several years, and then he ended up being the vice-president.  The president was named Franklin Delano Roosevelt, and he had been the president for many years, and he was getting kind of old and sick.  Then one day he just suddenly died, and Mr. Truman became the president.

So the Truman family moved into the White House in Washington, but they did not have a First Dog, which was a very sad state of affairs.  Then at Christmastime in 1947, a woman from Missouri sent Mr. Truman a cocker spaniel puppy as a gift.  And the puppy's name was Feller.  But Mr. Truman did not want a dog, so he gave the puppy away to the White House doctor.  This made a lot of people angry, and they said that President Truman was "anti-canine," which it seems to me like he was, too, but Mr. Truman did not really care what people thought about this important issue.

Then later on, the Postmaster General wanted to give Margaret an Irish setter puppy, and Mr. Truman let her have it.  Margaret named this puppy Mike because it was a good Irish name.  But Mike was kind of wild and crazy, like puppies are, and even after he grew up some, he was still that way, so he was always getting into trouble.  And the White House guards kept feeding Mike candy, and that made him sick with rickets.  So after he got well again, the Trumans gave him to a family that lived on a farm in Virginia.

After Mr. Truman stopped being the president, he and Mrs. Truman went back to Independence to live in the white house there, and that's where they lived until they died.  Mr. Truman used to like to go out for a walk every day, but he didn't have a dog to go walking with him, and this is very sad, if you want my opinion.

Some people have done a bunch of research on the quote about how if you want a friend in Washington, you should get a dog.  But they can't find anything to prove that Mr. Truman really said that, so probably he didn't.  It seemed like the kind of thing he might say, though.   But here's a real quote that he did say, and I like it a lot:  "Never kick a fresh turd on a hot day."

Monday, June 21, 2010


Today is what's called Midsummer or the Summer Solstice or the First Day of Summer.  I don't know how it can be both the middle of summer and the first of summer at the same time.  Frankly, I think it's very confusing, and I am not going to try to explain it.  I am just telling you what I learned while doing my research.

Maybe you remember when I told you all about the Winter Solstice.  Well, the Summer Solstice is the opposite of that because now the top part of the earth is leaning toward the sun, and this means that it's hot outside and also that there is more daylight, so you can mow your grass at 8 p.m. and still mostly see what you are doing.

In some countries, the Summer Solstice is a really big deal, like especially in Scandinavia and other places in Europe.  In some of these countries, Midsummer is actually a Big Official Holiday where everybody gets to stay home from work and celebrate.  And the main ways that people celebrate are by building bonfires and by dancing around maypoles and by drinking.

In Sweden, for example, people decorate their houses with flowers and leaves and stuff, and they also decorate a maypole.  Of course, it's kind of weird to call it a "may" pole in June, so another name for it is "midsummer pole."    Here's a painting that was made by a Swedish artist named Anders Zorn in 1897, and it shows people dancing to celebrate Midsummer.

And here are some modern Swedish people dancing around a midsummer pole.

Another place where Midsummer is a big deal is in England, like especially in Cornwall, which is that little pointy part that sticks out at the bottom left.  People like to make bonfires there on top of hills or where there are some old castle ruins.

Also there's this place called Stonehenge, where people put a whole bunch of humongous rocks in a circle thousands and thousands of years ago, and now nobody remembers why the rocks were put there.  But it may have something to do with figuring out when it's the solstice, so people go there and have lots of parties and stuff.

The real solstice is on June 21, but a lot of Midsummer celebrations are on June 23 and 24.  The reason for this is because the solstice was a very ancient pagan festival, and it had to do with scaring away all the evil spirits and also with making all the crops grow.  But when Christianity came to Europe, the solstice got made into more of a celebration of St. John the Baptist, who was supposedly born on June 24.  So the pagan stuff and the religious stuff got kind of mixed up together, and that's why not everybody has parties on the exact same day.

Anyway, for dogs and other animals with fur, what the summer solstice means is that it's time to get busy shedding your old winter coat and growing in your new one.  And this is because before you know it, cold weather will be here again, and you will want a nice, thick coat to keep you warm!

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Our New Air-Conditioner!

Guess what!  We have a brand-new air-conditioner in our back yard, and here's how we got it.  Yesterday morning we had to get up sort of early, and then Mom fed us Breakfast of Dogs.  And after that, she took Barry and Mel to doggy daycare.  And the reason she did that was because she knew the air-conditioner man was coming, and she didn't want Barry and Mel to bite him.

So then the man came, and his name was Harold.  He spent a long, long time working on the air-conditioner, like all day.  First he had to take out the old air-conditioner, which was ugly and green.  Also, it was 27 years old, which in dog years is 187.  And because it was so old, we were afraid it would stop working at any minute.   Here's a picture of the old air-conditioner sitting sideways on a cart.

Then another man came in a big truck and brought the new air-conditioner, which is all pretty and shiny and not ugly like the old one.  But before the new one could get hooked up, Harold had to do a bunch of stuff in the basement, like put in a new coil, which is a big, sort of triangular thing with lots of copper tubes that wind around in it.  And to put in the coil, he had to cut a bunch of metal to go around it.  And then he also made some tube things go out through the wall to the shiny, new air-conditioner outside, and also some electric wires.  It was all very complicated, so I mostly took a nap while it was going on.

After a while, it started getting hot in the house, like especially upstairs.  And Mom put a fan in the cats' room, but they were scared and mostly hid under the covers all day.  Mom even opened up the door and let me and Gabe and Charlie sniff at each other through the child gate, but then Charlie went and hid, and I didn't get to sniff him anymore.

What Mom did all day was first she wrote some emails, and then she drilled holes in some pots, and then she repotted some of her plants.  Then it got to be 5:30, so Mom had to go pick up Mel and Barry from doggy daycare and bring them home.  And she put them in our bedroom where we sleep, and I went in there with them, and Mom turned on the ceiling fan for us, and we were hungry because we hadn't had any supper.

Then we had to wait a really long time for Harold, the air-conditioner man, to go away, like until almost 9:30.  But after that, we had nice, cool air in our house, and we got to eat Supper of Dogs, so we didn't starve to death after all, which is what I thought might happen to us.

So that's the story of how we got our new air-conditioner.  And Mom said I should also put in a picture of our dumb garden gnome because Mom thinks he looks really cute in the garden.

Personally, I like the garden dog head better, so I will show you a picture of it, too.  It would be better if it were a basenji head, but at least it's not a gnome!

Friday, June 18, 2010


If you are a dog, you will want to watch out for heartworms and not get them because they are horrible, nasty things that can KILL YOU!  And the way you get them is that a mosquito bites you.  But it's not just any mosquito.  It has to be a mosquito that has these teeny, tiny heartworm larvae things.  And then the larvae get into your blood and they swim around all through you, but mostly they like to hang out in the lungs and the heart.  And then the larvae grow up and become adult worms, and they mate and have baby worms, and all the worms grow up and live in a part of the heart that is called the right ventricle.  They look kind of like spaghetti, and they can get to be as long as 12 or 14 inches.  Which is why if you get enough of these worms living inside you, you can get very, very sick.

The fancy, scientific name for heartworms is Dirofilaria immitis.  Dogs are the most usual host of the heartworm, but wolves, coyotes, foxes, cats, ferrets, and sea lions can also get them.  Sometimes even a human can get heartworms, but they don't live long inside a human, so it's not a big deal like it is when a dog gets heartworms.

People started finding heartworms in dogs back in 1847 and in cats in the 1920s.  At first, heartworms were mostly in the south part of the U.S., but now they are in all the states except Alaska, and also in southern Canada.  Here's a map that shows where the most heartworms are in the U.S.  You can also find them in South America, southern Europe, Southeast Asia, the Middle East, Australia, and Japan.  So as you can see, those heartworms really get around!

If you get infected with heartworms, it might take several years before you start having symptoms, and by the time you have symptoms, you are probably already very sick.  All those worms in your heart and lungs will make you have a cough, and you'll get tired easily and won't feel like going for walks.  You might get heart failure, which can make your tummy get all kind of swollen looking because there's a bunch of fluid in there.  Here's a picture of a dog that has heart failure because of heartworms.

But the good news is that you don't need to wait until you have nasty symptoms to find out if you have heartworms.  You can just get a blood test, and then your vet will tell you if you have them or not.  If you do have them, you can get a treatment that will kill the heartworms, but it is not a fun treatment, and also it is expensive.  And the most usual kind of treatment is this stuff called Immiticide.  It's got arsenic in it, which is poisonous, and that's how it kills the worms.  And the vet has to shave two places on your back, near your tail, and they inject the poison there.  Mom saw a dog at the shelter getting this treatment, and it looked very painful.

Anyway, after you get the treatment, you have to be quiet and rest for several weeks, which is a real bore.  And the reason for this is so that your body can absorb all the dead worms.  Otherwise, if you run around, the dead worms might get in your lungs and cause you to not be able to breathe, and this could kill you!

But the even better news is that you can keep from getting heartworms in the first place by just asking your mom or dad to give you what's called a heartworm preventive.  At our house, we get Heartgard, and Mom just puts it in our supper once a month, and we gobble it up with our food because it's very yummy.  And what it does is if we have been infected in the past month with any heartworm larvae, the preventive will kill them.  We get Heartgard every month, all year round, even though the mosquitoes don't usually bite in the winter.  But Mom wants to keep us safe, which is one thing that makes her a good mom!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Some Nice Homeless Dogs for You to Adopt

Here are some of the nice dogs at the Humane Society of Greater Kansas City that need to find their forever homes, so if you can help them out with that, I know they would be really happy.

This first dog is Skippy, and he is only 7 months old.  He is very playful and fun and sweet, but guess what -- he's deaf!  So if you give him a command, you have to use a hand signal.  But he has already learned "sit" and "down" because some of the volunteers at the shelter have been working with him.  Also he keeps his head tilted just a little to one side, which is probably because of some problem with his nerves that he was born with.  But he can run and chase balls and do everything else just fine.  Skippy is an Australian Shepherd, maybe mixed with a little something else.  He likes other dogs and people and he is just a friendly, happy dog.

Oreo is still a puppy.  He's only 10 weeks old.  He's living in a foster home, so Mom has never met him in person, but he looks really cute in his photos.  And as I have told you before, black-and-white dogs are the very best!  Oreo is maybe a shih tzu mixed with border collie, but it's hard to know for sure.

Danny is a furry guy who was hanging out with a bunch of homeless dogs on the streets.  He is a little shy, but he's getting more brave now that he's been at the shelter for a while.  He's about 2 years old and is probably a chow mix.  Also he has a very sweet face.  Danny is bigger than he looks in this photo.  He probably weighs 50 pounds or so.  He is a very nice dog who gets along with other dogs just fine.  In fact, since he's used to living in a pack, the people at the shelter want Danny to have a home where there is at least one other dog.

This is Liza, who's a minature dachshund.  Liza is 6 years old and weighs 14 pounds.  Mom really, really likes Liza, even though Mom is usually not that charmed by dachshunds.  Liza is a total lap dog, and she just likes to be petted, and while you're petting her, she will look at you with her big, beautiful brown eyes.  Liza ended up at the shelter because her owner died, so she needs a home where someone is home a lot and she can get a whole bunch of loving.

Carly is really cute, and Mom says she reminds her of me.  Carly's 2 years old, and she's maybe some kind of terrier mix, but Mom thinks Carly might have a little basenji in her because of her curly tail and white toes.  Carly weighs 14 pounds, just like Liza, who is her kennel mate.  Carly is very playful and lively and fun, and she's pretty much the perfect size.  Also she has that one silly ear that doesn't want to stand up!

Now I will tell you a sad story that has a happy ending.  This story is about these last two dogs, Romeo and Juliet.  Some horrible, awful people moved out of their house and left the two dogs all shut up in there with no food.  And it took almost a month before somebody noticed the dogs were there and they got rescued.  By then, Romeo and Juliet were very, very thin, and you could see all their bones, and they had some other health problems, too.  But the nice people at the shelter are taking good care of them and feeding them, and the two dogs are already getting lots better.  Mom got to play with Romeo and Juliet Monday, and she said they were both very friendly dogs.  Juliet just likes to lie on the floor and put her head in Mom's lap and get petted.  And Romeo likes to get petted, too.  And of course they both like treats.

Juliet is a mix between a Gordon Setter and a spaniel.  She is about 3 years old.

Romeo is part pit bull and part German Shepherd.  The people at the shelter want to keep Romeo and Juliet together because of all the bad stuff they went through, and that way they will get to go through good stuff together in their new home.