I'm was adopted from the local shelter. Mom says that when they bought our house Dad wanted a dog so she suggested they check out the local shelter. Dad liked all the noisey, big mouth dogs and Mom was not having it. I picked up on that, flashed my big brown eyes at her and that's all she wrote. My brother Blue was not too happy but eventually I pranced around him so much he couldn't resist me either. About a year later Bronx came along. He's my brother but I raised him since he was 8 weeks old. He's twice my size but I keep him in check. On any given day when I'm not running "crazy 8's" in teh yard you can catch me with Bronx on neighborhood watch. All three of us were rescued but isn't everyone?