A couple of years ago my mom stumbled upon an SPCA adoption fair. Being the softhearted dog lover that she is, she just couldn’t bear for the little Beagle-mix pup to go back to the shelter, so she brought him home. My parents decided to name their new puppy Abner—after Abner Doubleday, a Civil War general who fought at the Battle of Gettysburg and the fabled inventor of the game of baseball.
Abner is a quirkly little dog that has a few “issues” due to being abandoned and then living in the shelter for months, but he has a very sweet personality and is becoming more and more social all the time. Abner loves to play catch and to run around outside. If he catches the scent of an animal that has dared to venture into his backyard, his inner huntin’ dog comes out and he will relentlessly follow the trail as long as he can.
Abner’s favorite treats are my spinach-flavored Shamrock Biscuits.
Back when I was in college, my parents rescued this sweet dog when someone dropped her off in a cardboard box on the side of a road. She was the cutest puppy in the world and quickly broke down my parents’ long-standing rule of “no dogs sleep in the bed.” She’s still a championship cuddler (who will cuddle up with pretty much anyone who will sit and give her attention).
No, she’s not named for Bob Marley. Marley came to us about a week before Christmas, so we wanted to give her an appropriately seasonal name. It was surprisingly hard to think of something that wasn’t too cheesy. We finally decided to name her after Jacob Marley, a character in Charles Dickens’s A Christmas Carol. I might add that this Marley was named long BEFORE the book Marley and Me came out and made the name super popular. Just for the record.
Marley loves to be outside, whether that means going for a walk or just laying around in the backyard. I think she’d romp outside all day everyday if you let her.
Older now, Marley often enjoys napping on the couch, but she will sometimes join in rough-housing with her two doggie “brothers,” Corby and Abner . . . although she has little to no use for cousin Pacey.
Marley has been known to gobble up just about anything, but I like to think that my Peanut Butter Dog Biscuits are her favorite treat.
Meet Pacey. This little guy is the reason that this blog exists. I adopted Pacey 3 years ago, when he was a tiny pup weighing just 4 pounds. His mother was a pure bred short-haired chihuahua who often escaped from her family’s yard, so the identity of Pacey’s father is a mystery–probably at least part pomeranian and maybe part spaniel. But whatever mix he was, Pacey inherited his father’s long legs. You could say that he’s the opposite of a daschund: a little chihuahua body on a set of disproportionately long legs.
His unusual name is a reflection of my inner geek. Yes, it’s true: Pacey is named after my favorite character on my favorite guilty pleasure TV show of all time, Dawson’s Creek. Don’t judge me.
Pacey’s favorite pastimes are playing with his Kong and running off-leash with his pal Brimley the westie puppy. He’s a perfect co-pilot on car trips, and he also enjoys long walks on the beach. Just kidding about that last one.
The most interesting fact about this quirky little dog is that he watches TV. No, seriously, he REALLY watches TV. He focuses intently and waits for any non-human character to come on the screen . . . so that he can bark at them. Some of his most worthy adversaries are the Geico Gecko, Snuggle the Fabric Softener Bear, the Pillsbury Dough Boy, and the Scrubbing Bubbles. It’s a very annoying habit, but I have to admit that his ability to discriminate between humans and animals on screen is uncanny.
Pacey’s favorite treat recipe is my Peanut Butter Dog Biscuits.