Snodroddy Merriwether Properbottom

Meet "Snot." Because our lives are not even a little bit complicated, what with my health, Ahmed's travels, and a menagerie to rival any zoo... Ahmed's quick stop at the vet brought us "Snot."

No, not actual snot. Snot. I have dubbed him Snodroddy Merriwether Properbottom. Snot to his friends.

Snot is the result of a backyard breeder attempting to create a new "designer dog." His mother died in his first month of life, unable to nurse him. He was the lone survivor of the litter. He is Brussels Griffon, Maltese, and Yorkshire Terrier. These three breeds have nothing to do with one another other than size. Snot is unsocialized, terrified of everything around him, and small.

We are probably the wrong family for him. We've got two pugs, two cats, ferrets, horses, and more wandering through our lives and multiple locations. But Snot may not get a lot of chances because of his fear. So I'm giving him an obnoxious name and hoping he'll grow into it. Like the boy named Sue. He's the dog named Snot.

Meet Mo

If I ever doubted the soft-hearted nature of the men in my life, the never-ending parade of hardluck charity cases passing through our lives would provide plenty of evidence. This time it's an Appaloosa gelding named Mosaic Dreams... MO for short.


Mo was stuck in a nasty barn with a pony who had better luck finding a home. He was badly under-weight and had feet so overgrown and cracked it was thought he would never walk straight again, if he was lucky enough to survive. Now he's ours... and back to a nice weight, though I'd like to see some more muscle in his ankles. He still drags one foot and doesn't like his hooves messed with, but he's a real cupcake. With icing!

I've always loved Appies. He's going to be a real looker when we've had time to give him lots of grazing and TLC.