My Puppies

My dogs are amazing, I am silly but, i love them almost like people. And I promise you I would have turned out a completely different girl if I had never had them.

First, There is Piper
AKA Pipey, peed, pedey, pipeyanne, pipe and many other unexplainable names...

She is pretty much the most Beautiful, docile, friendly, caring, and empathetic dog you could ever meet. She lets children pull her hair and kick her without complaint, she sits by me and nuzzles in when I cry, And she sleeps on my bed. I love her so much. She is like the sister I never had and always knows the right thing to say, whether it be, nothing at all, or a lick on the arm and a soulful staring into the eyes. She is perfect, well except for the eating out of the trash thing.... But mostly she is just lovable, but sadly, she is super old, and I am going to go to Mexico in a month and I am scared to come home to no pipey, you have no idea how I will cry when she is gone.

Next is, of course, Sanora
AKA, Nord, Nordie, Nora, and floozy... (poor nord)

She is yet another beautiful dog, And a herder to the core, I remember running around in my youth and having a worried Sanora nipping at my ankles to keep me a part of the herd. Lately I have been trying to take her on hikes a lot, she LOVES it, especially Stewart Falls, where, not only can she hike, but also she can lay down in a river, and play fetch with sticks bringing a different one back every time. She is hyper definitely, but she is one of the sweetest dogs ever, she loves her family and hates fighting and fireworks, she barks and refuses to stop until the fighting ends. What a dog.

Drake
AKA Fartface jim deever, any part of the previous nickname, little poop, drakey, dwake, and a lot of other endearing, I promise, i mean them endearingly names.

He is a troublemaker and a cutie. It is so lucky for him that he turned out so dang cute because otherwise he would be so dang dead. I love him though, he has this look, with his tongue sticking out and his eyebrows all concerned that he never drops so, he tends to always look like a dork. So he has a dork voice when I talk for him or anyone does. His curls make him look like a gigantic teddy bear with teeth, and I just want to snuggle with him, but he wouldn't have that. He gets whatever he wants, he has a "tuffet" at our house that he lays on and he honestly thinks he is the king of everything, and who am I to say he is not! He is stinky, and naughty, but I can't get enough of him.

Lastly, Max

Max was the only dog we ever had who was really mine, through and through. I loved this basset like nothing else, I gave him kisses, stared into his beautiful sad eyes until one of us blinked, and cried when one day we had to give him away. He howled like a real hound dog should, he layed on my bed when the pile on the ground wasn't comfy enough for him, shared my food, and cleaned my face. His miniature legs didn't prevent him from being a speedy little guy, and despite the many problems he caused, I always loved him, and never wanted to let him go. I am glad to have known such a dog, I had to give him everything because he could play me for a fool with his mournful eyes, but I was glad every second to do whatever for him.

What can I say, I am a dog lover. Especially my dogs. They are my family, I call my nord and pipe my sisters, and although they can't use their words, they can certainly love and they know how to show it.