Paxil is my anti-depressant. She's a lover. Full of cuddles and licks. She can't get close enough to those she loves. She's the smartest dog I've ever met. She's unfailing, reliable beyond words, and would without question, do anything I asked of her. She's also 14 and showing her age more every day. I have no idea what I'm going to do without her, both as my companion and as my lead dog.

Sleet is so smart she's neurotic. She's very, very bright, but she does not adapt well to change. Move the furniture and she can no longer find her bed. Put a box in her usual path to the door and she suddenly can't get outside. She's been retired for three years, but in her heart, she's still a sled dog and still the best lead dog God ever made. If I asked, she'd still try.

Pirate is grateful and a little worried that she's going to loose it all. She protects her food dish as though she is worried there won't be more tomorrow night. She guards her little blanket and her spot by the door like it was a treasure. She takes great delight in little romp around the yard when her hips feel good and even more in being allowed inside when she's done playing. She's funny without meaning to be and has become my white shadow.

Raven is, well, Raven is the obnoxious boss who likes to change the rules without warning. She rules her territory with an iron paw. In her pen, you play by her rules or she will beat you into submission! She's also so happy that you just want to tell her to get a grip somedays. She loud, noisy and bossy. The Raven Scream can be heard for miles. It's deafening and always means she's happy, excited or waiting for dinner!