
Harry is one of my dogs. He is presumably half great dane, half black labrador retriever. We believe he's 11 years old, and quite tall, about 3ft tall. We got him when I was about five years old. We rescued him when he was just one year old. His previous owner would leave him in a warehouse for days at a time, without any food or water. We picked him up in Watsonville, and drove home. Because of his prior treatment, he had some behavior problems. He was very loving towards us, but thought he always had to protect us. When guests would come in our house, he would growl, believing that they were intruders. When we first got him, my friend Maia went to give him a huge hug, and he nipped at her hand, and growled. Now we know we always have to put him outside whenever we have company. Last year, he weighed as much as I did. He enjoys cuddling up on his bed, and taking long naps. He loves going on walks around the block. If we even mention the word "walk," he goes crazy and starts howling and "singing." One of his favorite pass-times is eating. He'll eat anything he can get, including our recycling, trash, and bees and other insects. Sometimes, my family and I think that Harry is a little confused about
his size - meaning he believes he is a very small dog. If you're sitting on the couch, he'll jump up, and sit on your lap, practically crushing you.

Bear is my other dog. The veterinarian assumes that he is half shar-pei, half golden labrador retriever, and 12 years old. He is not trained at all. If you throw a ball, or a squeaky toy, and say "fetch," he'll look at you like you're crazy. Later, after you give up and walk away, he'll go get it, lay down on his bed, and try to the best to his abilities to tear it up. He is quite old, and almost deaf. His main activity is sleeping. That's pretty much what he does all day. He also drinks water a lot. Whenever we refill his water bowl, he gets up, and slurps loudly until it's empty. One of his goals in life is to make sure the water bowl is empty. This little fellow is obsessed with my mother. He follows her around the house constantly. If she moves into another room when he doesn't notice, he will search every room in the house until he finds her. Sometimes, my mom will purposefully run out of the room to play hide-and-seek with him. When my mom comes home from work, he's usually pouting in the backyard, laying down in the grass. A few years ago, he was diagnosed with lymphoma, a type of cancer. Being the animal lovers that we are, we decided for him to have surgery. He had a huge scar and a bald spot for a few weeks, but eventually the hair grew back. He has been going in every few weeks to get chemotherapy, and gets pills every night. So far, he's outlived any other dog with this cancer, knock on wood, and he gets through his days. I think it's partly out of love that we have for him.