Duke was originally brought to the rescue league along with all of his litter mates and his mother after they were seized during a drug raid that had taken place in August of 1998.  He had already been adopted out to a family before our family went to the the league in search of a playmate for our dog, "Shadow".

During the final week of the adoption process for "Daisy", "Duke" had been returned to the league by the family that had adopted him... apparently, he was more then they could handle and he had already aquired a majore injury to his left fore leg.

At the time, my mother insisted that we adopt him instead of "Daisy" and after much debate amongst ourselves, we decided to take them both.

"Duke" and "Daisy" are "litter-mates" and to this day they scrap on occasion like most brothers and sisters tend to do.  "Shadow" would always stay out of their way and let them "have-at-it".

Duke was 4 mos. old when he joined our family, now he's 9 years old, getting gray around the muzzle, dealing with lumps of fat in the oddest places and painful arthritis in that left fore leg that has begun to deform his elbow joint.

I have to take him to the vet to have them clip his nails because of the pain that shoots down that leg to his paw.  He tends to get nippy, even though he is an extremely loving dog, and he has to be sedated.  I've put him on all sorts of treatments, from traditional (Rimadyll) to non-traditional (chinese herbal pumices and acupuncture).  All I can do is make his life comfortable and happy till the end of his days.

Daisy was born just before her mom and littermates were seized in a drug raid.  Mom and all the pups ended up at the Humane Society and everyone of them, with the exception of Daisy, had been adopted out... Daisy was the "runt of the litter" and was extremely shy and timid.  We not only fell in love with her, but so did our little mutt "Shadow".

Daisy is Duke's sister and up until June, when our "Shadow" died, she was Shadow's constant friend and companion.

Daisy is extremely intelligent... so much so, that sometimes I think I can hear her speaking to me and making demands... she knows she's the boss and she lets everyone in the house know it.