I have two dogs--my eldest is a 6 year old Beagle/Corgi Mix...he is a really chill, low key guy, who is happy as long as he has food, rawhide, and someone petting him. I named him Marley BEFORE the book came out. The story of his name is kinda cute--I was living with a bunch of hippie friends, and I wanted a dog. They were ok with me getting a dog, as long as he was MY responsibility, and as long as they got to come with me to the shelter to help pick him out. When we met my baby boy, he was named Bob...he was skinny, dirty, and freshly neutered. When we took him to the play area to get a feel for his personality, I tried calling him to me by the name they called him at the shelter...he didn't respond. My roomies, being hippies, said, "Why don't you call him Marley? Bob Marley!" So I turned to the pup and said, "What do you think of the name Marley?" and he came right over to me, and has been at my feet ever since...
My little girl is a bit over a year old...she is a Beagle/Boston Terrier Mix who we have had since she was 12 weeks old. She was rescued from a PetLand (I know, puppy mills...but we figured since she was a mixed breed dog, she would have less health problems, and she was dying, literally, in that place). My Ler saw her being attacked by the mongrel they crated her with. She had no food in her bowl, and was skin and bones, shivering, and miserable. A family, whose children had been running amok throughout the store for the last half hour, had begun ogling over the puppy, saying how she would be perfect...my lady went into mommy mode, and immediately grabbed a sales associate and demanded to see the pup in one of the little "get to know you" nooks. I knew that dog was coming home with us, as soon as my ler told me she was taking her out to play with. And, an hour and a grand later, Sadie came home with us. It was a rough first month or so, but we got used to having the little one around. Marley took a little longer to warm up to her, but they are friends now, and play like they've been together their whole lives.
Now if only we could keep Sadie from chewing up random things in the house...and get her to be FULLY housebroken (she still has accidents...argh...).
They are great dogs--good with babies and kids (sadie licked my friend's 3 month old for a solid 15 minutes...), and my parents are more excited to see them than they are to see my lady or I...I don't blame them!!! 😉