Who doesn't like Pie?!: Doggies.

When I was little from the time i can first remember, until I was in 7th grade we always had at least one dog (and various other animals). Our first dog was Honey, she was a Yellow Lab, that I don't have many memories but she was my first puppy.

Then one day Cindy (pictured above) turned up at our doorstep, she was a runway. We took her in but she was a restless dog and would often times be gone for days before returning and resting before running again. We never knew if we would see her again. We had here during the time when my dad was getting ready to leave for Antarctica for the first time. We lived in a secluded area and he did not want to leave us without some type of guard dog and he knew Cindy could not be counted on to stick around...

So Cocoa entered our lives. Jason and I were ecstatic! We had never gotten to pick out our own dog before! Little did we know we had just picked out a Houdini dog. Cocoa was brought home on the same day that Cindy had run away for what turned out to be the last time. We never saw her again. Well it turns out dad hadn't talked to mom about getting a new dog, and he was leaving the next week for about as far away as he could get...little did he know that he had instilled a destructive force on four legs in his home. Cocoa is infamous in our family, escaping a hurricane fence, a garage, a travel kennel, a hurricane fence and a leash, trashing the house including chewing up every piece of paper she could find, shredding the toilet paper, and picking up the OPEN bottles of cream rinse and carrying them alllllll over the house dribbling cream rinse all over the carpet, but the best was when we put her in the down stairs bathroom and she shredded the toilet paper, chewed all the wood around the window, turned on the water and flooded the basement floor and SOMEHOW managed to get a ceiling tile down and EAT IT!!! She was my favorite:) She was my pal. She slept in the exact middle of my bed the majority of my childhood. We eventually worked out her behavioral problems when we figured out she was a might claustrophobic, didn't like being closed in, if we just tied her under the table she was fine, eventually we just left her in the house, and the worst she did was sleep on the couch while we were gone:)

Now our next dog, Scamper was a whole new set of issues, Scamper was part human, part cheetah.

We had Scamper and Cocoa at the same time, Cocoa considered Scamper one of life's trials to begin with but they became buddies in the end. But Scamper was also an escape artist, but in a completely different way, he liked to run. The house we lived in, in Wisconsin, had a door off the mud room that just pushed open and Scamper could push it open with his body weight so if you left the one door open...Scamper was gone and the only way to get him back was to trick him with A) food, B) a ride in the back window of the car, or C) wait for him to get tired of chasing deer, porcupines, and skunks and come home.