Tasha was a pound puppy. Shortly after having lost my first collie, Cody, I stopped by the shelter just to look around. I was about to leave when I noticed a couple puppies in the play pen outside. I went out where two puppies were and fell in love with Tasha. The shelter said her mother was German shepherd and greyhound, the father's breed was unknown but guessed to be a springer spaniel although I don't think she has any springer in her.

Tommy was rescued from a neglectful abusive family who got him as a puppy and then when he was 6 months old he was "too much trouble" and living on the end of a chain outside, barking all the time. A neighbor who pitied him talked to them and found out they wanted to get rid of him and he knew my brother-in-law and told him about it who then talked David about it. David came home and while I was standing there and he was greeting Tasha and Willie, he asked Tasha if she'd like a playmate. We talked it over, of course I was thrilled, and so Tommy was rescued.