Okay, this is the link to Ella's Dogster.com page.: http://www.dogster.com/dogs/48882

There you can see Ella's baby pictures. She was 2 pounds and literally all ears. The red sweater is the first one I ever made her. That Halloween I knit a thick black one for her and put little chains around her tiny body, and she went as a biker babe. I will add Cocoa's puppy pics if I can figure out how. She was 4 lbs. and chi/min pin/dachshund, looked like a tiny chocolate lab in her very mixed litter, and my heart melted.

So these are my current and past puppies/service dogs. Princess Diana was a rescue; I was told she was 8 but she was 12 and had been dropped repeatedly by her elderly owner who subsequently went into a nursing home. P.Di was a mess. Maybe 3 teeth, crooked spine, constant pain, and she was so emotionally bereft and heartbroken to lose her home. She lasted a year and a half, and broke my heart again so soon after I had lost my Good Willa Hunting. You can read my bio to find out more about Willa, the other senior I rescued. (You can barely see her on the couch, wrapped up with my good bathrobe.)

That's me 10 lbs. heavier and brunette in the Spot photo. Now I'm every shade of red that you can find on the haircolor shelves and, of course, it is never the right shade, the colors I see on celebrities on tv but they don't do their own color in their ancient color-coded bathrobe so whatever. You can also see the various weights and hair length that I've been/had over the years. But please focus on my prozac on paws. They are the sweet beauties in this family.

Hope you enjoy, DOG LOVERS, and feel free to tell me how fabulous my girls are.

Oh, shit, I just had roasted rosemary cold chicken (day old so marked down way below cost of raw chicken!!!) and a tangerine with my pups. They love oranges too and baby carrots. Hope they are not too bad for them. I remembered that I didn't include my standup take on my dogs.

Okay, I have two prozac on paws: walking medicine, if you will. I'm allowed to have two because I am so fucked up. Our story is the Tale of Three Spayed Females since I have a hysterectomy and we're all fixed. I call it a Platonic Lesbian Interspecies Relationship. My dogs are very political, just like my vibrator, and insist on being called Canine-Americans, insisting that they want their props too. They are pretty militant about it and it can get a bit old, nagging every time I call them dogs instead. They are gay for real and can't shut up about Prop 8. I've asked them to leave me alone and go watch Rachel Maddow instead, but they say they've finally found their "voices" and have a right to express their views, not just watch someone else do it. I so wish they'd read more, but I'm perenially guilty from being agoraphobic and not walking them enough, so I don't nag.

If you like dogs and/me, please RATE this. I love you all and so do the Wonderpups, shoot, C-As.