Out of all of ours, we only have one rescue. Carly belonged to neighbors we had at our old house. She was an adorable pup and we knew their track record of having dogs. The minute they started to grow up, these people couldn't handle them. They never did any kind of training or set up any structure for the dogs. Their kids brought this pup home one day and these parents wouldn't say no to anything. They already had one dog who ran away on a regular basis because they didn't do anything with him, so we knew it wouldn't be long before they would need to do something with Carly. Dick and I said we'd take her if they ever decided they couldn't keep her.

After about a month of asking, they finally said we could have her. She was a wild one. She ran away back to their house and destroyed things. You name it, she did it. But over the last 4 years, she has become the best dog out of all the ones we have. She's our watch dog. I feel really safe with her around. The others will bark at anything, but if Carly barks you know something is up.

She loves being inside resting on the bed, going outside the fence for walks, going bye-bye in the car anywhere but the vet and just hanging out with me. (Yeah, she turned out to be my dog. Loves Dad, but Mom is it!)

By the way Linda, what kind of dog is Macs?