Meet our dogs

So you all know about Finley and her 3 chins.

Bryson and his love of paper cowboy outfits, bowling, and Elmo.

But what about our two other kids? Ahhh yes. The dogs.

Meet Gunner. He's a 8 year old, 100lb. yellow lab. His hobbies include being jealous, keeping the neighbors up with his snoring, licking his arm, his leg, his crotch, the floor, the back door, his arm again, greeting you at the door with an Indiana Jones type whip of a tail, and not knowing how big he is. Mike brought him home in November of 2001 and he's been a really good dog. He is 2nd in command when it comes to dogs around here.








Here's Chloe. She is the queen AND princess. She is a 9 year old, 25lb. dachshund/beagle mix that Lindsay rescued from the animal shelter. Her original name was Jasmine. She didn't like Mike when they first met, but she eventually warmed up to him and Gunner. She enjoys barking at knocking sounds at the front door, chasing squirrels, being totally freaked out by the surround sound, and seeking out the softest part of the area and laying on it. Cotton ball on the ground? She's on it.


Which brings me to why were here. You see, when Gunner stayed at home while Mike went to work way back then, he had free roam of the house. A tipped over trash can was normal. However, a shredded couch and computer mouse/speakers/keyboard one day was the final straw. It was to the crate with him. I had a rough time dealing with the caging of my loyal friend since all dogs I grew up with just had the house to themselves. However, the alternative of a missing toilet or mangled wall made the decision necessary.

When Lindsay and I decided to live together, Chloe was crated as well. For the longest time they went into their crates with no problem when we left the house and even slept in them. Their crates started off in the kitchen and slowly migrated to different parts of the house. Currently they are in our bedroom. One night, Chloe decided she wanted to sleep in Gunner's crate. Not a big deal since she could fit in one 1/4 the size of Gunner's. Well, I guess Gunner wanted to do the same, so he pulled a Harry Houdini and squeezed himself into Chloe's crate. Well, what was once a sight to see has become the norm each night.