Just another couple pictures of my pups because I'm an emotional slob about them. Fifi was rescued from an ad on Craigslist. The lady said she just didn't "have time" for her anymore. She was 1 year old in a small backyard.
When I decided to take her and put her in my truck little Max ran out of the house crying and trying to get into my truck but he was too small to jump that high. I asked, "Who is that?" And she said, "He's my dad's little rescue dog but he's thinking of letting him go too."
So I asked if I could have him too and she said ok. SO SO glad I took him. I feel certain he'd have gone back to a shelter and ended up being killed. Since he was a rescue previously I don't know how many owners he's had. He seems to be afraid of a lot and it took a long time before he trusted us completely. He's a very sweet little guy. He'd reactive to other dogs but settles right down once he's around one for a couple minutes. Both are as sweet and devoted to me as could possibly be.
