Can you find the Malamute?

Family picture today. But somebody wouldn't cooperate. Sampson the Malamute just didn't want to be a part of no stink'n German Shepherd pack. I think he is giving Mom "the finger".

A Tired Dog is a Good Dog

Mom says "A tired dog is a good dog." hmmmmm.
We all had a busy day: supervising the humans, going for a walk, guarding the perimeter, playing.....a dog's work is never done. Here's Buster Brown, me, and Sampson taking a snooze last night. The other three dogs are somewhere.

Buster Brown is tired

Foster dog Buster Brown had a very busy day. He's so cute when he sleeps. He's so annoying when he's awake - just a big puppy.

GSD's as supervisors

Today we helped with chores. Mom and Dad started painting the fence. Here's a picture of us helping. Thank goodness we're good supervisors. That's me in front/left (of course). Steffi and Bruno (fosters) 2nd and 3rd.

Just hanging out...

Here we are this cloudy Sunday morning. I'm in front(looking stunning) and Steffi and Buster Brown (fosters) are the others. We've been playing and had to stop to take a rest. Mom's been picking up poop. Liberty and Bruno are somewhere else in the yard. Sampson the Malamute is sleeping late (inside).

My Foster Brothers & Sisters

Here are 4 of the other dogs that live here. They are foster dogs from German Shepherd Rescue of Central Alabama. We are taking care of them until they find their forever loving home. We all play well together. Here's Steffi, Liberty, Buster Brown, and Bruno. Go to www.gsdcentralpetfinder.com for more info about them.

Me NOW and THEN

Over three years ago I had FHO (femoral head ostectomy) surgery on both of my hips. That means that my hips joints were so messed up the orthopedic vet cut off the heads of my femors and stuck them back up in the hip joints. My hips are held together now by tendons, ligaments and muscle. But the crumbled up joint is gone. Here is a picture of me a day or two after one of my surgeries. I got so messed up cause a car (or something really big) hit me. But I healed up great. My mom did physical therapy with me and took me to swimming therapy. Now I can do all the stuff other dogs can.

My Ears......

I hear everything....except what I don't want to.

Old as Dirt...

The Malamute in this picture is Sampson and he is OLD AS DIRT. I am the absolutely gorgeous one. We are the only two permanent dog residents here. There are 4 other dogs but they are fosters. Sampson is old and grouchy, willful and arrogant. He's about 12 years old. I have to do all the work here because Sampson is lazy and just sleeps. I have to do all the barking, chasing, and guard-dogging.

This is my friend Xena

This is Xena (on the right). Xena is an Angel Princess and wants everyone to know this. She had hip surgery just like I did so she's okay by me. Xena doesn't live here, she just comes over to visit sometimes. She's wants my squeeky balls. See how she admires me?

One of my friends...Buster Brown

This is Buster Brown (right). I am the handsome dog (left). Buster is one of the foster dogs that lives with me. He is very young, only a year old and has hip dysplasia so I have to play gentle with him. I'm his mentor. I am teaching him how to annoy the other dogs.

I Like Toys

I like toys....especially loud squeeky ones!

Halloween was Fun

Last Halloween my Mom and Dad gave me a leg. It was so much fun to gross people out with. I would run around with this thing in my mouth. I would chew on it. How cool is this?!? Hey, its just plastic.

I like to ride in the car....

Every Saturday my Mom takes me for a ride in the car. Its so much fun. Sometimes we go get breakfast. Sometimes we go for a walk or go see (her) friends. Sometimes it goes all wrong and we end up at the vet's and I get a shot or poked in the butt.

Picture of my Kitty

My Kitty

I have my own kitty. She lives only in the house which is where I spend most of my time. She's a very sweet cat - but so fat!

In August 2006 I was rescued (from the side of the road) by animal control. Nobody had taken care of me in a long time. But I ended up in a vry large humane shelter. There were lots of dogs-who barked all the time. I was very frightened, so were they. I was hungry, skinny, itchy, and my hips and legs hurt all the time. My body hurt ever since I'd been hit by the car. I hadn't been able to run since then. After several weeks some people came to see me and took me out for a long car ride to their house. My life changed here. These people took me to clinics and lots of doctors. The first doctor said I should be euthanized. The next doctor said I should have FHO (femoral head ostectomy) on both hips and I would be fine. This means the heads of my femors were cut off. They did this. After 6 months of (two) surgeries - one hip at a time and rehab exercises and swimming I recovered. The people who made this happen and paid for everything and took care of me were volunteers of German Shepherd Rescue of Central Alabama. After I got well I was put up for adoption. But after nine months of my lovely picture on the website no one was interested in me, despite my wonderful personality. People were afraid of my future of arthitis. I worked so hard to get well. So my foster mom adopted me. I'm so glad she adopted me! The only problem is I have to share my home and parents with other dogs cause we foster other dogs now. But they make good playmates for me and there's never a dull moment.