My first dog, Spike, was the product of an "oops" litter of a family friend.
My second, a cocker named Dusty, was a senior doggie who was abandoned on the freeway and found by a friend of mine. Her two energetic Boston terriers had too much energy for him, so we took him.
Star and Wilbur came from the same local rescue.
Star they took in from the HS because they were going to put her down immediately due to health problems. One of the angels at the rescue took her, got her open heart surgery, and she was declared perfectly fit!
I don't really know Wilbur's story, except that we got him very quickly after the foster mom did. (He was with the same Foster mom that Star had!)
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