Four years ago today, the second four-legged member of our expanding family joined us.  The first arrived just the day before.

We found Loki on a rescue website, and knew the moment we saw him, that he was ours.  After picking him up, the rescue called us to see if we were interested in adopting a second pup.  Her new family had just decided to not show up, and she was in need of a home.  The Sis and I had already been looking into adopting a second dog, so we readily, and full heartedly, agreed.

Phoebe came home the next day. 

*Seriously, look at those faces!  We never stood a chance.

I’ve never had a “pet” that was mine.  In my twenties, The Sis rescued two cats, one was mine, for a few months, until I moved back in with my family and then Bailey became hers.  Traitor.

That is not the case with these two.

They’re a mixed breed, we call them “chiweenies”, but the two discernible breeds Chihuahua and Dachshund mean that they are loyal to only us and don’t really care for anyone else.  I’m sure my friends find them annoying, they bark for some time when anybody enters their space, and although I sometimes wish they were a little friendlier (some of that may come later with age), they are my babies and have changed my life.  I can’t say that for many people, even most of my friends.

I didn’t understand the love people had for their furkids, until these two entered my life.  I totally get it now, and I’m thankful for it.  Their happiness and well-being are my top priority.

I can’t believe it’s been four years.  I’m happy to see them every day and bask in their attention.  They make me smile and laugh with their crazy antics, and I would spoil them to no end if I had the means.  During their first year with us, I wanted to keep a kiss counter.  They received immeasurable amounts of attention, and three years later, that hasn’t changed.

And now, I should go and do something with them to commemorate this special occasion!

Please feel free to share images of your furbabies or stories of what they mean to you!