This is an old good picture of the pack, when Kate could still see.
From front to back, Kate the chihuahua crossed with the devil
Cricket the runt of a silken wind hound, roomie’s dog.
Russer is a jack. Jacks are gonna jack.
Cricket was so timid she about crapped herself when our two played.
Katie recognized the situation and slowly taught her how to growl and play properly. It took a while.
Now they are all gray and old, and Russer walks like an AT-AT in fast motion half the time. He just stumps around.
A more recent picture of faded
dogs helping my brother nap. They might be friends.
5 weeks ago somebody dumped this little guy out on the road and he spent all night barking outside our window, desperate to join our pack. He ran away from us but I kibbled him in and we got him into shape. Fleas, UTI, still had his nuts. We took care of all that 
he is food aggressive and also growls at our other dogs trying to get near us, but we are teaching him pack manners.
If the other dog is up already he is good.
