Smudge I got from some idiots in the paper, who moved to an apartment that wouldn't allow dogs. Which is good because he probably wouldn't have lasted long in that house, like I said the were idiots.

Winter was a rescue from some people who didn't want her because she wasn't perfect, so they called up my friend who thought of me and called me up and the rest was history.

Tama is still techinically a foster until the breeder makes up her freakin' mind weather or not she wants him back or if it's okay for my friend to rehome him.