Cheyenne (a.k.a. the Woo Dog) was picked up by a rep of the Ganite City ASPCA when she was thrown from a moving car on highway 270. Her spine, right foreleg and her head were injured in the incident. She was extremely cock-eyed for nearly a year. Now, at age two, her eyes are evening out. She is still missing most of her teeth on the right side - they shattered and the pieces eventually fell out. After extensive interviews and home trials, I was allowed the privelage of calling her my own. She is always at my feet ( to the extent of tripping me on a regular basis ) and on guard against wild dogs where I live. She has obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) and chews her nails, anyone's fingernails, seams on bedding, spots on the carpet, and sometimes nothing when she is really stressed. Just nibble, nibble, nibble including drooling like  a Saint Bernard. ( She doesn't touch toenails, though) The nickname 'Woo' is from her sweet eyes and her speech. She is a stoic dog, but when she wants love and you are not within reach, a melodramatic "Woooo" escapes her and upon hearing this and seeing her big, brown cock-eyed eyes, she is irresistable - and she knows it! 

Dakota a.k.a. Fat Boy, Pooter and Puss was destined for the pound when I accepted him. He  was slim in is earlier days, but  it didn't take long before he reaped the benefits of a regularly filled dish. He loves the outdoors - used to sit on my screened deck in back for hours, but the few times he has ever gotten free (error on our part) he has ended up in a fight and the big fat boy got his butt kicked. He is like most cats, elusive but loving when he wants to be. I have warned my 7 year old daughter not stare in his eyes. He is not aggressive, but if you eye him in one room, the game is on, and  you can definitely plan on an attack somewhere in the house within the next half hour. He has been declawed (at my deceased husband's request) but you would be amazed at how tightly little clawless furry paws can grip your ankles when tryng to escape down a hallway. He is the ultimate in surprise attack. His favorite attack is to pop out from behind the shower curtain  when you are trying to take your morning constitutional. I have put him on diet food since the loss of Shoshoni but he eats twice as much!

Shoshoni (a.k.a. PipSqueek, Pippi, PeePee) was my sweetheart of cats. She was found in an abandoned car and my son brought her home. Reluctantly, I said that we would keep her. She was incredibly skittish, and made herself scarce anytime anyone strange was around. At home, she slept on me at night, and would curl up in my lap during the day. She answered to 'Pee Pee'. I know that is strange, but it started from 'PipSqueek" because she never had much of a voice. She didn't 'meow", she squeaked. She loved mayo (really any kind of 'human food') and was forevever climbing on the counters or the stove when I was cooking dinner. I could gather her in my arms at any time, and she would give me loving. I had her for nearly a year. One day, she seemed very much out of sorts ( for those pet owners, you know the feeling) I took her to the local vet - incorrect diagnosis - took her to E. R in Barnhardt - She was Feline Leukemia positive and in the last stages preceding death. It was very difficult to say goodbye. She is also here at The Rainbow Bridge.