My name is Echo the little flying wolf. Mom told everyone I am an Australian Shepherd, but I really think I am a rare breed called Frisbee Retriver! I also love ball (and anything roll), water (from sprinkle to swimming pool to beach,) food, and other dog pals! All my neighbors know me because I know how to get out of my harness to say hi to other doggie pals on the street. I have godparents who spoil me so much. My sister Etta and I got grooming session plus massage at theirs every other weekend. My god mom also makes the BEST doggie cookie in the whole wild world! Yes I can read people's mind especially when they have something yummy in their hands!

My name is Etta Baby. I found my mom walking Echo in a sunny March morning and decided to follow them home--and yes, it later became my home--. Mom tried to "return" me but nobody live on that street knew me. Nobody even responed to her ads. I learned lots of "hunting" skills when I lived outside (but mom hates that when I bring bird or frog to her!) and I am still afraid of other dogs sometimes (except Echo.) But I am VERY friendly to people big and small. I even have (human) godparents! Now I live in a very comfortable life with my own couch, food delivered to the door, and toys and bowls with my name on. The only thing bothers me is that squirral family who lives in our backyard!

My name is Evan Wylie (Just like Wylie the Coyote who has nine lives.)  I was found in the middle of a county road in midnight by a rescue worker. Mom found me through Petfinder and that was truly love at the first sight. I am a young Aussie but not even half crazy as my brother Echo. I am quiet and not playful at all. After meet-and-greet in a doggie park and five day sleepover, I become the youngest but the largest dog of our family.  I got excited when I hear big truck drives by and I like men more than women, therefore Mom believes I was a cowboy's working dog in some ranches. I am still "on training" to be an urban pet. So far the classes I have taken including "Table Manner 101: People's finger is not part of the food," "Canine Survivor: show respect to Etta the Alpha," and "Food and security 101: Frig is the most wonderful thing in a dog's life." My jaw and hind legs shake sometimes due to nerverousness. I have bandage on my right leg due to a minor procedure of torn nail.  But I am always the first one by the dinner table and the first one next to mom's dessert plate. Nobody can resist my drop dead gorgeous marble eyes (half blue and half amber) and big grin!