Rebel became a part of our family on his terms.  His story is this.  We lived in Jonestown in 2001 thru 2002... we had a pure bred shephard, Jazz and then we took in a Moma Lab, and her puppy.  We couldn't find out who owned the Lab's so we kept them, we named the Moma, Goldie, and her puppy Lizzie.  

Rebel started hanging out around them and when Jazz came into heat, Rebel thought he try it, of course Rebel and Jazz had 8 puppies and we found homes for all of them.  We'll unbeknownst to us Goldie came into heat and Rebel decided to have some of that too.  Goldie gave birth to 9 puppies.  So within 3 months of each other we had 17 puppies we had to take care of and find homes for.   Well we thought that would be the end of Rebel, that wasn't his name at the time, I won't say what I called him at that time, it wasn't very nice.

We moved at the end of 2002 and Rebel figured he was already part of the family  and went with us.  When my oldest son got ready to leave the old home to go to the new home, Rebel jumped in the back of his truck and refused to move, Rebel "smiled" at my son, but my son thought it was more of a growl... and so Rebel came to the new home.

So in the end Rebel picked us, we didn't pick him.  He's still with us, fat, happy and sassy.   Since then Jazz, Goldie, & Lizzie have moved on, and Rebel stayed.  Rebel was fixed tho, he of course didnt agree with it, but he has learned to live with it.

Rebel is 7 years old now, lives the life of a king, no less.  He loves to have his rear end by the tail, on the back, smacked every morning.. don't ask it's a Rebel thing... I think he thinks it's a massage or something..

Rebel loves to be brushed and will let you do it all day long if you have the energy.

Rebel is my BABY now,  wouldn't trade him for anything.  He jumps up in the bed after Dad has left for work and snuggles with Mom.   When Mom has to go out of town, then he snuggles with Dad at night.  

Very spoiled, large chihuahua, lap dog.. at least he thinks he is. 

Hanna came into our lives in 2003.  She was put into a shelter by a family that I guess had her since she was a puppy, but I believe that they moved and couldn't take her with them.

So my brother n law saw her at the shelter and took her.

Well things didn't work out too well for long because when he moved she was to big for his apartment.  So Hanna went to MeMaw's house, the one where Rebel introduced himself to us.

 I had to go the MeMaw's house one day and saw Hanna there and at first she looks very imtimidating, she is a very big girl.  But before I went into the home, I went to the pen where she was and petted on her and she couldn't get enough.

So I went home and talked it over with my husband and we decided that Rebel needed a playmate, even if he didn't think so, and within a week Hanna moved in.

Rebel and Hanna didn't hit it off so well, but it only took a day or two and they were fine with each other's company.

Now they lay around and sleep near or next to each other, and you can't take one out without the other right behind them.

I believe Hanna had issues when she was much younger, possibly the runt, or didn't get the attention she wanted.  Because now once you start petting on her, she gets mad at you if you stop, and will let you know how she feels.  She will literally throw her head around and bark at you to let you know she isn't happy about the fact that you stopped.

She also fools a lot of folks into petting her, she will hold up her paw and hold her head down, like she is hurt, so someone will come up and love on her, she is a very smart girl.  Because if you don't know her, she'll get you every time.

Hanna likes doing her Stevie Wonder bit in the mornings mainly but will also do it thru out the day sometimes.  I have to get onto her for this tho cuz she will rub all the hair off of her backside if I don't stop her.  She will get next to something, chair, couch, bedrail, etc and she will sit there and move back and forth like Stevie Wonder.  I know she is scratching her rear end, but i would rather brush it for her. 

Hanna will eat anything that doesnt eat her 1st.  Except she doesn't like saltine crackers, she'll take them but will lay them politely on the floor and then look at you to see if you have anything else for her.  She usually leaves them for Rebel.

Hanna is almost 6 years old now and is a wonderful pet. 

Hi,

I'm Crackers, I was found intially by a nice lady named Holly.  I stayed with her and all her animal loved ones for about 6 months.  

Then my new mommy was very very sad, and so was my sister, Hanna, and my Dad about losing Rebel.  I believe that he was a very important part of all their lives.   I never met him but I still hear there talk about him.

My mommy found me by posting a comment on Craig's List about wanting a new dog for Hanna and herself because they were so terribly sad about losing Rebel to cancer, I heard them say it was kinda sudden that it all happened to him.

So my then foster mom answered in just 9 minutes after my new mommy place the ad. They talked and made arrangements for a play date at a dog park.

I got to go with my buddy, Watson, my foster mom had just found him about a week before my new mommy placed the ad on Craig's List.  They brought Hanna and we all had so much fun.  I didnt get to go home that day with my new mom and dad, but I moved in about a week later tho.   My new mom got me on her 40th birthday, WOW, me a birthday present, I would have never thought I would be that for anyone.

Well, since living with my forever family I have learned not to be so anxious and scared.  My mom and dad only had me for about 3 weeks, when I did something pretty bad, my mom and dad still love me tho.   My mom makes jewelry and she had a 2 day show, well dad stayed home with me, watson and hanna on that Saturday, but Mom and Dad went to the show together on Sunday.  I FREAKED OUT, BIG TIME!!!!   I ended up eating things I wasn't suppose to and by Wednesday I had to have major surgery.  My vet said it was the worst case she has ever dealt with.  She had to make 8 different incisions to get all that bad stuff out, it took her over 2 1/2 hours to work on me.  I am so very grateful to my new mom and dad for saving me, I could have been up there with Rebel.

I'm doing great now, my separation anxiety is calming down a bit, I still don't like to be home alone, so my mom and dad take me everywhere with them.  

I love all people and all DOGS, that's right I said all dogs.  I haven't found one I don't like yet.  Now cats that's a different story.  No one is perfect.

Well my mom is gonna post some really cool pictures of me, I hope you all like em. 

Woof, Woof, Woof

Hello all, I'm Watson.. I know, I know... Sherlock Holmes and all the jokes.  But according to all the name fits me perfectly and it's better than Fred, you know the hound from Smokey and the Bandit.

Well my foster mom, the same foster mom Crackers had, only had me for about 1 week before I got to go on a trip with Crackers to the dog park for our play date to meet my new Mom and Dad.

My dad says I'm just a short blood hound, cuz of my bark.  I love to play and wrestle with Crackers and Hanna.  Hanna gets kinda testy tho, Mom says it's cuz she is older.

I love to sleep with my mom and dad, and when they try to move me off the bed I just go limp.  Dad says I act like a dishrag when I do that.  I can also fly thru the air,  before you know what's hit ya, I'm in your face dude.   Guess Dumbo knew what was up with the big ear thing.

I love, love, love, love PEANUT BUTTER, PEANUT BUTTER, PEANUT BUTTER.  It is my favorite food ever!!!!!!!!!!   When my mom first got me, she was eating a Reese's cup and I just bout snatched that baby right out of her hand.

So she got the hint, and got me some PEANUT BUTTER Kong Stuff N for our toys.  Whoooo Hooooo

Unlike Crackers I wake up feelin good... it takes Crackers awhile to wake up,  Mom says I take after her and Crackers takes after Dad.

Well let's just say that this has been a roller coaster since October 3rd 2007.  I lost my Rebel to cancer on Oct 3rd 2007.  On Oct 13th, my 40th bday, I received 2 wonderful gifts, Crackers & Watson.

Just when i thought that my plate couldnt be any fuller, here comes Buddy to finish filling it up. 

You may think I'm crazy but I dont care.  See if you read Rebel's story and how he came to choose us to be in his life and he in ours then you'll understand where I'm coming from when I speak of Buddy.

See Buddy wondered up out of no where on April 3rd of 08.  Although at the time I hadnt thought about the date of his arrival until a few days later.

My husband thought  I had lost it when I called him at work and told him about Buddy, although he wasnt Buddy at the time.

See Buddy intially encountered my youngest son, Keaton who is 21, in the backyard.  My son then called for me to come outside, so I went outside and there stood this gorgeous dog.  I sit down on the steps and he came right up to me and basically hugged me and I hugged him.  He was wagging his tail as if we had known each other forever.  I loved on him and talked to him and he just stood there like he totally understood every word coming out of my mouth.

Well we called the husband and my son sent pictures of him over the cell phone so my husband could see him.

My husband of course was saying leave the dog alone, you dont know his tempermant, etc.  I wasnt worried though.

Well Buddy came on into the house and made himself at home, like a long lost friend.  He played well with Crackers and Watson.

Well my husband and I got together some photos of him and went around the neighborhood to see if he belonged to someone.  Well he didnt really, but he had stayed with an older gentleman for about 9 days and then left, and then found us.

Right away I took to him.  See as it turns out he showed up the same exact way my Rebel did so many years before.  He also had no problems crawling up into my lap and sleeping, this is a 75 pound dog. 

Then a few days later I realized that he showed up the same exact way, in the same exact month, that my Rebel showed up in the month of April.  Buddy showed up on the 6th month anniversery of Rebel's passing. 

Dont get me wrong I dont think Buddy is Rebel, but I think Rebel showed him the way to us, the same way Rebel found us. 

Like I said call me crazy, but I dont care.

Buddy is a big ol dork, and he likes to play dumb, but is far from it.  Buddy is a very smart dog.  He can and will open doors on his own, including moving the door knob around to get out if you dont watch him, he hasnt figured out locks yet.. lol