Franklin is my industrious boy. If he were human, he'd the perfect heavy labour employee. Always willing to work and do it with a smile on his face. No hill is too steep, no drift is too deep, no destination is too far. If he gets to work, he's happy! He's also like a little catepillar becoming a butterfly. It has been extraordinarily rewarding to watch him change from a shy, paranoid dog to a relaxed, well adjusted happy dog.

Antare is my instigator...he starts choir practice sessions, play sessions and occasionally a fight. He's like a really shy kid who overcompensates by acting out.

Delta is my feral. As long as I feed him, he has little use for human interaction. If he needs something, he'll find a way to let me know, but for the most part, he's quite happy to be left alone...at least by humans. He does not function well at all without other dogs. He thrives on canine companionship. He also thinks I'm nuts as since his disappearing act in February 2006, I obsessively check on him. He is territorial and keeps a close eye on everything that goes on near "his" fence.

Kayleigh is my problem child. She's dog aggressive, prey driven, stubborn and comes with a nasty history. She's also playful, affectionate and prone to fits of silliness. I adore her, but I never want another dog like her.

And finally, my Anvik, my Momma's boy, my heart dog, the dog who fills the spot in the middle of my soul that Preacher left empty. His world begins and ends with me. He has seperation anxiety that is focused solely on me, particularly when he knows I'm nearby but he can't see me. He's my velcro dog, my little blonde buddy,the least "husky-ish" personality of all dogs. He is not independant and aloof in any way! Everyone should have at least one being in their life, of some kind, who thinks they are the greatest thing since rawhide! It's good for the self-esteem!