Tom and I adopted Charlie six years ago. We had Rose for several years and she's in doggie heaven (as naughty as she was, we have our doubts). BUT the joy of all joys was getting Pete, our rescue dog, a year later.

Charlie and Petey are the best of friends. They play together for hours. They also love to patrol the neighborhood. I have a split leash so they trot along side and turn their heads from left to right in unison.

If Charlie gets tired of playing with Pete, Pete then comes after me and includes me in his romps. He does that baby nipping bites all over me. I get the giggles because it's like being tickled...and he knows it. Pete will smile and then start in again. I'm just one of the dogs.

Pete is so happy he does not need surgery. He is just fine. He's filled out nicely and is twice his original size, although he is not fat. He's lean but not mean.

We appreciate all the work the rescue does. Every day we are thankful for our pups. We make a good dog pack!

Suzanne and Tom