The reason why I have four dogs

That face. That face right there!
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That would be the face that says, "Don't you just wanna love me forever?" And I do, of course. That adorable face is Wilson. Our oldest dog, the one we've had the longest. We initially were fostering him while my mom's friend built her house, but we became so attached to him...and his previous owners thought it was too much a hassle to get him back, so we got to keep him. We've had him for a long time now, and hopefully longer. :)


And look at that!
Wilson and Sparks cuddling. :)
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Sparks
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Now this is Sparks. She's my dog. My baby girl. She's about 2 years old now. I adopted her when she was just a puppy. My friend Tyler's dog had puppies. I'd seen them previously and I wanted the black one, it was the one I planned on taking home. But...when I sat down in his backyard with all the puppies, Sparks was the only one that came to say hi. She climbed in my lap and licked my face. Well I was sold! I just had to have her! So I brought her home and after too many 'Can I keep her?!'s she finally got to stay. She pulled me out of one of my main cycles of depression, I just love her to death. She's absolutely brilliant. :)


King
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This is our charity case dog. I'd originally got him for my ex for his birthday. I wanted him to have the best present ever. Sadly enough, he didn't really care much for his birthday present. I didn't understand it. All summer he kept saying how much he wanted his own dog....oh well. I just don't understand how someone cannot have room in their heart for a dog. King's previous owners abused him, and I just cannot let him go for fear that something like that might happen to him again. He's insecure, but probably one of our most affectionate dogs. He's practically glued to my mom's side. Haha. He's completely attached to her.

Mel
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Don't ask me what compelled my sister Natalie to adopt this dog. Haha. It's not my type of dog at all, I'm usually more into the big dogs. Natalie adopted him from the shelter and even though he's an old fogie, he's ALWAYS wanting to play. ALWAYS. He's a boston terrier. And he sounds and looks kind of like a pig. But he's got this weird way of charming you. Especially during the winter when he gets cold and snuggles up to you...you just can't say no. No matter how bulgy his eyes are and no matter how bad he's snorting. Haha.


It's that face that dogs have. The pitiful, sorry, sad look in a dog's eyes that makes me want to take them all home and just love em all to death! Unfortunately I have neither the room nor the money to love that many dogs. We'll just have to stick with the ones we have. Maybe I should be a dog groomer? Hahaha.

Anyways, HOW THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!