Our family consists of
three animals, all of whom were adopted in one way or another.
Lady has been with us the longest, about eight years.
We think she's about twelve years old. She was left behind
when a displaced timber worker moved to Seattle. We
adopted her from PAWS (our local volunteer animal shelter) the
next day. Lady was the solo animal for some time, before
we adopted the dogs. She's adapted reasonably well to this
big adjustment in pecking order. She prefers Mo, probably
because I am usually accompanied by dogs wherever I go.
She's not afraid to pick a fight with even the bigger of the
We picked Kiyoti out of the lineup at PAWS in March of 1994.
Our guess is she's about ten years old. Knowing
everything we know now, we think she must have been given
tranquilizers at the shelter. When we brought her home,
she went absolutely nuts at the sight of our cat. For a
couple of months, we took great pains to make sure the two were
never in the same room together. Eventually, she learned
to respect the cat, but her control is very specific to our cat
- she's always ready to give chase to any other cat she may come
across. She's been a real experience for us, but a more
devoted dog I've never seen. She's a natural born hunter,
and will give chase to anything that moves. Unfortunately,
she's tangled with a few neighborhood domestic animals (one
chicken and one rabbit that we know about). She's also
dispatched her share of birds, squirrels, moles, and even a
mountain beaver or two. When confined in the house, she's
relatively calm, but when she picks up a scent outdoors, is
virtually impossible to control. We never (intentionally)
let her off the leash when outside. She gets at least
three mile-long walks daily around the trails on our property.
I'm pretty sure the neighbors think we're nuts when they see
Kiyoti and me on patrol at 6:30am, 6:00pm and 8:30pm every day
regardless of weather or darkness. She loves to go for
walks in the woods, and seems to be happier the colder and
wetter it is. She's devoted to me, follows me everywhere,
and only tolerates Mo's interference in our relationship.
Little Dog is our newest family member. We adopted her
in July of 1997, when Kiyoti and I found her lost in the woods
near Mo's mom's house in Sequim. We don't have any idea of
her history, but think she may be about ten years old.
When we found her, she was in sorry shape, with large spots of
bare skin, an ear infection, and a raging tooth infection that
had exploded through the top of her jaw creating an open wound
below her eye. Our Vet (Dr. Bergey at Blue Cross) fixed
her right up, and she's been a faithful companion ever since.
The name Little Dog came about because that's what we called her
while we desperately tried to find her owner. The name
just stuck when she became ours. Her hearing is largely
gone, but she's got a terrific nose, and can track Kiyoti and me
anywhere we go around the property. Like Kiyoti, she tends
to follow me around everywhere. We believed she had been
spayed, but got a real surprise when my brother Stephen brought
his male Standard Poodle to visit. Little Dog fell in love
with Sterling, and their courtship was comical if unexpected.
Since then, she's been fixed for sure.