I've had Rosie (a white Bichon) for 5 years and Lulu (a grey Shih Tzu?) for 3. I honestly can't tell you if I saved them or if they saved me. I think it's both. I've had rescue dogs all my life, but these two have THE most intense affection, THE most devotion, THE most pure, unquestioning, unqualified love I think I've ever experienced. Both were strays, "throw aways". Rosie had been in the shelter for almost 2 months when she found me. To think that no one else wanted these two special souls - happy, playful, loving, sweet babies - just breaks my heart. They're my life. They're my heart. They're...My Girls.

That Mazzie gives good tummy rubs, that they LOVE their stuffie squeekie toys (Lulu especially) and that there's nuthin' but good eats around here.