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One of the dogs I wanted to get when I first started fostering dogs for Motley Zoo was a corgi mix of some kind; I figured a purebred corgster would be hard to get as a rescue. But I've also always wanted an Italian greyhound -- they're just so precious, the way they prance when they walk and their beautiful sleek faces and dainty feets. But they also have a lot of problems because the way they're bred, so I haven't invested myself fully in getting one, though I do know someone who knows someone who does iggy rescue and it seems like there's more than a few of them out there who need homes. So maybe someday.
But ever since I was a little kid, I've wanted an English bull terrier, like Pete is in my icon. Most people I know hate them, but I just find them so adorkable and they're like these little tanks with tiny eyes and wagging tails. They're like the Cherno Alpha of dogs. There's a full-size one (not the miniature ones that are most common) with black and white spots in my neighborhood named Scout, and I adore him -- and he adores Ginny. He has a total crush on her, which is hilarious because she could not possibly care less about other dogs, and actively turns her back on him.
And then there are pugs. Which are the best. Pugs kill me. I've been lucky enough to have full-breed pugs twice now in rescue, and they were both awesome dogs. Tilda, if any of you have been following me and remember her, was my perfect dog. I always say that I'll keep fostering till I meet my perfect dog, and she was it. But my dad was sick, so I let her get adopted because I didn't think I could take care of her well enough and him. So of course he died a couple weeks after she got adopted; at least she was here when it happened because I was dog-sitting for her when her new peeps were on a trip, and it made that a whole lot easier to take. Man, she was awesome. And I guess she was the ring-bearer in their wedding recently.
I love smoosh-faced dogs. A lot of people don't, so I often get them when they come in to the group. One of the weird side-effects of loving them was that I got over the worst of my snoring issues -- they make so damn much noise that I got desensitized to snoring of roommates at con hotels. That was quite an unexpected bonus.
Speaking of dogs, if you follow the link to Motley Zoo up above, you can see a picture of my Ginny, greeting someone at an adoption event wearing her shark fin for Halloween. The dreaded shark terrier, she is fearsome and mighty!
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Date: 2013-12-04 07:29 am (UTC)I adore pugs, too
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