The next two arrived together:

Preacher

Franklin. They had been dumped at the shelter by a well-known musher. They spent a year there before I pulled them. They had to stay together as Franklin couldn't function without Preacher. Franklin was so timid he was untouchable. Preacher was so depressed he was practically in a coma! They've both come a long way. Franklin is a love bug now. He's timid with strangers, but he adores people he knows. Preacher's health is failing him. My vet estimates he's 12. (Franky is 5.) He's blind and his thyroid has shut down, but he's still happy and talkative.


Then came Goldie. Goldie has quirks--that sounds so much nicer than issues! Goldie spent over two years in the shelter. That messes up a dog's head. She hates men, with two exceptions, my hubby and his dad. She refuses to walk on a leash. She lays down and goes limp if she's leashed! She has hip problems from an old injury that was never treated. She takes a daily painkiller and is much happier now! Her best buddy is Chase.

The next two were also a package deal:

Delta

And Antare. They are littermates. They grew up in the shelter. We agreed to foster them after a disasterous experience with another foster. Summit had to go back to the shelter and they needed an open kennell. So I dropped off one dog and came home with two! They are extremely timid. Delta would be feral if he were a cat! He hasn't made much progress, but I can handle him now if I have to. Antare has come much farther. He'll do anything if it means he gets to pull.