Ah, good thread Jennifert9. I am always curious as to how people came to live with the dogs that they do. Especially people who have more than one dog. What happened that made them get the second and so on. That is a great story of you and Duncan. It was certainly meant to be. I can't believe how persistant you were. How long ago was that?

And Trevor, I always thought that Oggy and Flute were smart dogs, now that I know that they were the ones who did the chosing, I am sure they knew what they were doing. And as for Possum, I kind of think Carole already fell for that sweet little girl before you even went to pick her up, didn't she?

And Cincy's Mom I did go back and read the thread on Spot, what an exciting day that must have been here on PT. I am sorry I missed it. But how wonderful that you went all that way to rescue Spot in his eleventh hour.

Prior to Ginger I had a Poodle/Spitz mix for almost 13 years. She was a little over a year when she came to live with me, and was the very best little girl (for me) in the whole world. That dog could read my mind, and knew how to behave instinctively. Anyway, Peaches became very ill in December 2002, and was in and out of the hospital for a month (mostly in), with no improvement. She had some sort of seizure which resulted in an involuntary head bob, and an inability to stand (because she had no sense of balance). It was very sad, and without going into any more sad details I will say that on January 7, 2003 I decided that the time had come to let my baby go.

I had been looking at Petfinder for Poodle mixes for a while and had not seen any that caught my eye. On January 8, 2003, out of nowhere, three female and two male Poodle/Spitz mix puppies show up on the website . They hadn't even had time to load pictures up yet. I e-mailed the contact at the rescue society and she indicated that the puppies had been dropped off by a lady whose dog (an American Eskimo) had apparently been left unattended while in heat. They were not sure what the father was, but they believed the puppies to be part poodle because of their playful non-stop personalities. She promised to get some pictures on the website, and indicated that they would be offered for adoption that Saturday at a Vet Clinic in Hollywood, MD. Two days later the pictures were on Petfinder, and I decided that out of the three females I liked Emily (now Ginger) best. After much debate as to whether it was to soon to get another dog, I called my niece, who lives about an hour from the Vet Clinic and decided to meet her down there (a four hour ride for me, but I got to see my niece ). We looked at Ginger and one of her other sisters, and kind of thought that Ginger would probably be the best for my house (her sister appeared to be much more strong willed ), but I wanted to get something to eat and think it over. When Stacey and I returned to the Vet Clinic, we found that only one puppy remained. Yep, you guessed it...Ginger. So I figured since she suddenly showed up the day after I lost my baby, and that she was the only puppy left waiting for me when we returned, that we were supposed to be together. It's funny, I know that there is no poodle in her, and I know that personality-wise, she is almost the exact opposite of Peaches. But she is still my baby girl, and I wouldn't trade her for anything in the world.