Maggie Introduces Herself

Hi, I'm Maggie, and I'm not a pain in the butt. Mom says I'm a Border Collie mix. Weylin just likes to exaggerate things. I like livings with these new people, and Weylin's alright too most of the time. I was really scared and hungry when mom found me in the parking lot, and I had something around my neck that cut me. Mom felt really bad for me, and she found some bread and donuts to feed me. It took me awhile to get close enough to eat anything, because I didn't know what this strange lady would do to me. I finally worked up the courage to run up and wolf down a few bites. After awhile mom lured me into her office. It was nice to be inside where it was warm and dry. I guess November's not a very good month to be living on the streets. Mom left for a few minutes, and she came back with a little red collar and leash. Even though my neck was sore, I let mom put the collar on me. Then we went for ride. I couldn't figure out why this nice lady was crying. Then we got to the animal shelter. The woman that worked there wasn't crying and she wasn't very nice. She scared me a lot, and I peed myself. She grabbed me and wrapped something around my mouth. Let's just say that wasn't a very good day for me or my soon-to-be new mom. I try not to remember too much about the shelter. I just know mom is very sorry she ever took me there. There was a big explosion one day, and suddenly someone was letting all of us dogs out of our cages. Most of us got out ok, but a lot of the cats weren't so lucky. There were a lot of lights and sirens, and finally a lot of us dogs went to a building next door. I was running around with some of the other dogs when all of a sudden that nice lady was scooping me up in her arms. Before I knew it, I was on my way home with mom and dad.

Weylin Introduces Himself

I would like to introduce myself: I am Weylin, and I am a four-year-old Alaskan Malamute. My mom says that I am very mouthy, so she thought I should have a place to express my thoughts. Of course I have to share my blog with my adopted sister Maggie. She can be really annoying sometimes, but I guess I like her anyway. She's a pain in the butt, and I have to watch her all the time to keep her out of trouble. My mom found her as a stray where she works, and she had to take Maggie to the animal shelter. I don't really know what an animal shelter is, but mom was all torn up about it. Mom and dad talked it over a lot, and mom kept asking me if I would like a little sister. I wasn't really sure about this at all. I’m mom's baby, even though I'm grown up now. Anyway mom and dad decided they would try to adopt Maggie, but the people at the animal shelter said we couldn’t have her because I’m not neutered. (I’m not really sure what that means, but I don’t think I want to be neutered.) Mom says it’s ok that I’m not neutered because I live in the house (Where else would I live???), and I never run loose. To make a long story short, there was an explosion at the animal shelter, and it caught on fire. This was a very bad thing. Dad went and got mom at work and they rushed up to the shelter to see if they could find Maggie. Well she was there, and she was just fine. Mom and dad brought her home as a foster dog, and she’s been here every since. P.S. Did I mention that I really love to lay on the couch and snooze?

The Mission of The Distinguished Dog

I decided to start writing this blog after reading pet questions that people ask on Yahoo! Answers. It is almost incomprehensible to me how ignorant some people are when it comes to caring for a dog. First of all, let me say that DOGS ARE NOT DISPOSABLE! People need to understand that when you get a dog, it is for life. You are committed to taking care of this animal the same way you are committed to taking care of your children. If you are not prepared to do this, then don’t get a dog. Getting a dog is not like buying something at Wal Mart. You can’t just decide that you don't like it after all, and return it. If you are going to have a dog, you should be ready and willing to take care of this animal in every way. If you can’t afford proper health care or do not want to pay for proper health care, then don’t get a dog.
A dog is one of God’s creatures. This animal is trusting you to feed him, shelter him, care for him, love him, play with him, and train him. I don’t have any tolerance for people who mistreat their dogs or any other animal, for that matter. I find it hard to believe that there isn’t something inherently wrong with someone who abuses animals.
That being said, I am not perfect. Have I made mistakes with my dogs? Of course. Are my dogs the most well trained dogs in the world? No they are not, but they are very well cared for and well loved. Most people would consider my dogs to be spoiled by any standard. I do not have human children, but Weylin and Maggie are my children and I take care of them to the best of my ability.
I will be writing blog entries about different topics, but many of the entries will have to do with canine health and nutrition. I am not an expert, I am merely expressing my opinions based upon research that I have done over the last five years. Where applicable, I will provide sources for my information. Occasionally Weylin or Maggie might have something to add. It’s always good to have a dog’s point of view