The lovely and talented Miss Angel Chihuahua here.
Stewie's making pig noises while he's feeding his face in the kitchen so I thought I'd stop by and introduce myself and give you a little more background about us.
Stew and I have lived with Beard Face Man and Nice Lady for about six months now. Before that we lived with a wonderful family who fostered dogs saved from breeding mills, which is what Stewie and I were saved from. I lost track of how many litters I had. But I'll tell you this, I whelped enough of 'em to give me a whopping hernia. The rescue group had to have a vet fix me. That's "fix" as in "repair," not "fix" in the sense of "break" which they also did to my reproductive system. They "broke" Stewie too. He just refuses to acknowledge it yet.
You see, puppy mills don't typically provide very good veterinary care, if they provide it at all. That's also why Stewie had to have eight of his teeth pulled--that and the fact that the garbage they fed us wasn't conducive to good oral health. It's not a life I'd wish on any dog. Maybe if people would stop buying puppies from pet stores....
For the record, the organization that saved us is called the Sanilac Scoopers. You should remember who they are if you find yourself with some extra money and want to send it somewhere where it will do a lot of good.
Stewie made himself comfortable in our new home pretty quickly, but I'm shy and much lest trusting than he is. Still, I'm starting to think that these new people might actually be nice. They feed us good food, pet us (it took me a long time to get comfortable with that, but I look forward to it now), they give us treats and sometimes they hold us on their lap. Stewie likes that a lot. Sometimes I think it's okay, but like I say, I'm still a bit shy.
So, anyhow, this is Stewie's blog, not mine, so he's going to be the one doing most of the
Let us know if you have any questions or would like us to talk about anything in particular. We'll try to help out to the best of our ability, but, please do cut us some slack. We're dogs, not rocket scientists.