Freya
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Punkin is a rat terrier chihuahua mix. THE most loving dog we have ever had. She does not play fetch or anything like that.
This is a video from several years ago when she was on the treadmill at the ‘spa’
My older son is living with us because of a nasty divorce. Fortunately he works remotely and can work from anywhere there is internet. This is his dog Bear, a purebred Boston terrier.
This dog lives to play fetch. A face only a mother could love, but he is handling having no testicles better than I could.
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Mine (in the first post) is a Miniature American Shepherd. What is the difference? Weight? Mine is about 18 pounds.
Yours technically would be considered a toy mini.
It goes by weight and height. Toys are usually 10–14 inches tall and typically weigh 10–20 lbs.
Yours is gorgeous, BTW. 
Thanks. If only I could break her smoking habit.
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I always thought i was the Toy in our relationship. She loves to play bite my hands through a towel. Growls fiercely, gives me a kiss, then ravages my hand again. We never get tired.
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I see he likes the clears...vodka or tequila? 
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Could be white rum.
Oh crap. I just lowered myself to your level.
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So cruel...you make him wear embarrassing costumes. The ASPCA mobile unit has been dispatched to your home to free your pet. 
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The hate is not from him wearing a taco costume, it's because he doesn't have a taco to eat. And he would. The spicier, the better. Nothing fazes him.
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Recent addition the beta testing team
Umi
Ezra (foster fail). Yes, he has bi-colored eyes. On eye is half white, half brown, the other is about 90% white and 10% brown.
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Gotta love the durps/!! We have two now, both were foster fails. So our current ratio of foster fail is 4 in 55.
Ezra is a super sweet boy. It been really heartwarming the see him open up and his personality come out. We weren’t going adopt him, but he got really sick, bad enough that if we too him back to the shelter we were fostering for they would have put him down. He was just starting to open up and you could tell he finally knew happiness. We just couldn’t let that happen. We foot the bill for treatment (still not intending to adopt), but that bill ended being big enough no way was I going let him go to the shelter and be adopted out (most likely free) to someone else. He was sick enough and the vet stumped enough he donated an extra day of care. He was in the vets office for a week.
