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I have 4 dogs. I am that crazy woman you sometimes see dressed like a hobo with 4 tangled leashes all attached to different breeds of dogs, with poop bags and not a trash can in sight.

I don't exactly know how I ended up with 4 dogs. I started grooming dogs after high school, because it seemed pretty easy, and since I don't care for dealing with people, it was a great choice. Seven years later, I think it I'm stuck with it. Anyways, in this time, I met a lot of different types of dogs. I didn't have a dog of my own (I did have my parents' Cairn Terrier, but she is a story of her own) so I decided to get one. Then two. Then so on. They all have long stories, but this is their abridged version.

I found the newspaper ad for the Boston Terrier puppies almost immediately. The woman said she had rescued the male and female from her mother in law, and they had accidentally been bred. Whether this is true or not wasn't really a big deal to me, so I went to look at her puppies. I wanted a nice, big Boston Terrier, because they didn't need too much grooming and seemed to be generally nice dogs. I brought home the fattest puppy there.



I was OBSESSED almost immediately. Look at the fatness of her face and the cuteness of her toes. Smitten. I named her Eleanor Mae and she was my little companion.

After some time and issues passed, Ellie was an only child, save one boyfriend and one cat. I told the boyfriend I wanted another dog. He was pretty cool with this idea. So, I scoured petfinder, because I was now educated about the evils of backyard breeders and puppy mills. I found this terrified toy poodle at a shelter near my parents' house.



That's her after I got her cleaned up. Isabella Jade the toy poodle. She was terrified of everything and kind of mean. Now she's apprehensive and slightly aloof.

Then, my boyfriend decided he wanted a dog. He acquired a pug puppy. She is a creature who likes her tongue petted, poops out of spite, and eats leaves.

She's gross.

I decided somewhere along the way that I wanted a big dog. I had several awesome reasons and enough arguments to win the case, and I got a Golden Retriever, Chief Brody.


I assume his pic is bigger because he is a bigger dog.

Sometime after having all four of them in my house, I realized that this is not the norm. Normal people don't have to buy over a hundred dollars worth of dog food, or pick up three different dogs' vomit, or do "poop patrol" at least twice a week, and to normal people, my life is insane. So there you have it. That's my pack and this will be our story.