I was a rescue dog and my Mom adopted me last year and I have to tell you, I found Heaven on Earth!  From a not so great beginning to being the pampered princess I am was worth the wait.  I just wish we did not  need things like rescue groups, humane societies or shelters and that every dog was in a good loving home.  If every dog had a responsible pet owner the world would be a better place. 

That's my past and my future is much brighter.  My Mom had two yorkies first and then got involved with a dog rescue group and we are called The Yorkie Crested Cavalier Castle.  We are all spayed or neutered and are living the life of leisure.

I model for my Mom's dog boutique along with my other fur brothers and sisters and we are all truly diva dogs.

My favorite thing is food...treats...food and my extensive wardrobe.  

Hey,

Bailey here.  Would someone please tell my mother I am not a dog....I am a teenage boy who lives for Football.

There are dogs here and they cannot get it through their thick heads that I am not their sibling dog.  I do not want to play with them...they are dogs.....I am not a dog!  Well, OK, I may be a dog...but I am THE dog...I was here first and I still haven't decided if I am ever going to forgive my Mom for getting more dogs.  I owned this place for a year, I had them at my beck and call, I did not play with dogs, I played with people, and now I am surrounded by dogs!!

I'll give you this, at least now that Mom has other furkids to dress up and fuss over and carry on, she pretty much leaves me alone cause I hate clothes.

If she forces me to wear them, I just stand there and give her my martyr look and she gives in every time and takes the dang things off!  I really breathed a sigh of relief when she got some girls to dress up as she pretty much leaves us macho males alone.

My fur brother Max drives me to distraction, I pretend that he does not exist...but I know he adores me and I am his hero.  He wants to be just like me and follows everything I do but he is soooo outranked that he will just have to worship me from afar.

Bella, aka Devil Dog, is just a little ball of fire.  She has ants in her pants, does not sit still for any length of time as she always has places to go and get into new and exciting situations.  We just never know what new predicament she is going to get into next.

We have found her in all sorts of strange places and we have learned to recognize her whine that says "Help, I got in here and can't get out!".  We have found her on the computer desk, on the kitchen table, in the tub and behind the desk cabinets in my office. 

She is truly an adventurous spirit and a real joy to be around. 

Bella believes that every bag that comes into this house is for her.  If I leave a bag on the couch when I come home from shopping, pretty soon you will hear this rustling sound as she is in the bag seeing what goodies it holds for her.

We also call her Jack in the Box as she jumps up and down for attention.

She gets along with all the other furkids here and is the apple of Daddy's eye. 

Max is the sweetest dog you would ever want to meet.  He does not have a mean bone in his body and the best temperment out of all of the furkids here.

Rescued from a BYB who at least recognized that he had genetic problems (luxating patella) and had him nuetered and offered for adoption.

He came from Missouri and as much as I do not like shipping dogs, we felt it was more important to get him here and fix is legs so we comprised our position and brought him home. 

His knees were so bad that my vet was even surprised that he was managing to get around.  We did the two sugerical operation, three months apart, and he has fully recovered and his knees are great.  It makes us smile when we see him running around the yard with is sister Paris. 

Max & Paris are the non-yorkies and stick together.

Please don't tell him he is a small dog....he thinks he is a vicious guard dog whose main puropose is to keep daddy away from mommy.  We think Zack has decided that mom is his "bitch" and he is going to guard his territory.

Zack was used as a stud dog in a puppymill and was a good "producer" meaning siring small puppies.  They did not treat him very well and once we got him, his xrays showed that he had had a broken jaw in the past and his tailbone was broken and has healed at an odd angle and the ear cratlidge in his one ear is broken so his one ear does not stand up right. 

Zack weight between 3-8 lbs and 4 lbs on a good day