Me, and my lovely wife, Kathy.
My daughter Adrienne, at age 18.
We love dogs. We've always had, and will most likely always have at least one or two, or
three, or... well, you get the idea. Our preferred breed is the Golden retriever, and we
volunteer for the Gold Ribbon Rescue group in Austin, TX.
Molly 2002 (at 3 years old) - She was waiting to be played with and started dozing off in the
sun, so I grabbed a camera and snapped this picture.
Molly 2010 (at 11 years old) - This is getting to be Molly's standard "standing" pose. At
her age, I suppose she was allowed. Molly passed away in September of 2012. She is sorely
Moose 2001 (at 2 months) - We got moose from a local back-yard breeder. She's always been
kind of a brooder, and reminds me of Eor from Winnie the Pooh.
Moose 2004 (4 years old) - Moose is the most cuddly of our dogs and is always willing to
find a place to lay where part of her body touches a part of your body. In this picture,
she's taking advantage of Kathy's sudden lapse in memory regarding this particular character
June 2010 (about 4 years old) - June is a rescue (she was found wandering the streets with a
too-tight collar). She's very committed to "the ball", and will ALWAYS chase one (or two, or
three). She's very vocal, too. Shortly after we got her, she had a stroke (while playing fetch
with "the ball"). She's revovered about 90% and while she doesn't have as much functionality in
her hind end, she still chases "the ball" with as much gusto as ever. She is an amazing dog.
Cash 2010 (about 4 years old) - We found Cash hiding in the woods near Sea World the day
after Johnny Cash passed away, and given his all-black coloring, we named him "Cash". I saw
it as some kind of sign. We used a bit of left-over pot roast and spiked it with some doggie
valium, and a few minutes after he ate it, he was too wozy to run from us, so we snatched him
up and took him home. He's a bit high-strung. So high strung in fact, that we actually had to
have him put down due to aggression towards people (even us) and other dogs. It's a real shame,
because he was a very smart dog. We hated that we had to resort to it, and have always wondered
if there was more we could have done to fix the problem.