To All Dog Owners and Would be .... A Dog's Plea Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me. Do not break my spirit with a stick, for although I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will quickly teach me the things you would have me learn. Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps falls upon my waiting ear. Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger. And, my friend, when I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having any fun. Please see that my trusting life is taken gently. I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in your hands. - Author Unknown

Who we are? We are the proud owners of Mr. & Mrs.Craig Spengler. You cannot imagine how we can easily manipulate these two guys, and they love it! Stupid idea? Not for us! History and how we end up owning these two guys! We have been abandoned as puppies and end up at Broward County's Humane Society. There's five of us. The two of us were lucky to be given to these two guys who have fostered 11 puppies and their moms. They have been looking for another dog as Darlin's playmate. To make the story short, they fell in love with us and can't give us back to Humane Society for adoption.  So here is our personal information: Darlin I'm 14 years old, weighs 35 lbs. I was probably born in Miami, tossed and abandoned on Christmas day. Mini-pincher dobbie  mix, spayed. One of the tricks I can do, is climb the ladder that leads to the roof of the house. I can talk and tend to be chatty at times especially during breakfast. My mom taught me how to do all of these tricks, and she now regretted doing it. I've been into so many troubles such as running under a truck, end up in the hospital with a broken hip. Getting into Buffo and the fourth incident almost killed me. Did I ever learn from those accidents?- "NO"! Now, I'm just busy looking after my big brothers whom I used to beat and trample on when they were puppies. I've been warned that they will get bigger than me! Take a look at my pictures. Klingon  I'm 11 and 6 month years old, born Nov 2, 1996. Black Lab/weimeraner mix. The best looking guy in town! I'm bigger than my brother, almost 91.2 lbs. We love to eat. Who else would not love food. My mom is putting us on a diet, but people says we are not fat at all. Even our new vet says - we are in perfect shape. I've been named "Klingon" because I used to follow my mom everywhere, my brother end up being called "Other-One" for the fact that our parents keep on asking where's the other one. Just like my brother, I'm a nice dog, I like to bark and loves adventures especially riding cars, and going places. I hate people walking and not being inside the car. One time, I decided to protect my jeep from a dirty-looking "bag man", and end up landing on my chin. I guess that's when I found out I can't fly! A lesson I will never forget.   I love Bank of America - Sheridan Street. They always give us biscuits. The thing that annoys me are those people who takes so long to decide whether to put the money in the bank or not, or forget what they're supposed to do when they get to the bank's drive-in. Just get your damn papers in the carrier and you'll get something anyway! Barking at them usually do the trick and wakes them up!   You might be confused who's who between me and my brother, if ever this happens, just lift our legs and look for a tattoo mark. I'm # TFLB-118N. My brother, Other-One is # TFLB-117N.    I'm an funny guy and our parents will do anything just to please me. Are we surprised? Look at my picture now! Finally, something that I still could not figure out. I'm supposed to be an ALPHA dog, but my sister and brother can't understand that! Any suggestions?   Other-One Last but certainly not the least, myself (after all, I'm really the best dog among the three maskoteers!). I maybe called the "Other One", but my parents love me the most! Just like my brother Klingon (the hyper one), I'm 11 and 6 month years old, weighs 78 lbs. I'm a lap dog and a couch potato too, but don't get me angry, I can be mean. I normally don't bark, I only growl and I think that is enough to tell you who's the boss! I love cars too, I like sitting on the front seat and navigate, and get all the glass window edge and windshield goopy. Klingon does the rest at the back. Darlin stays all the way at the corner, tucked in for protection. I can say you can call me an "old fart". I've grown into a mature responsible dog, refined and well-behaved. I love to kiss, just say "kiss" or K.I.S.S.( Iknow how to spell) and you'll get a wet sticky tongue. Don't be disgusted with my kisses. It's not one of those slobbery one you get when you kiss a St. Bernard or a Golden Retriever.  Pure genuine "Dog water" - one of a kind! You'll know when you see a real "ALPHA" Dog. That's me! I tend to please my parents, but just one look on the eye and they will "bend over backward" to do anything for me. I just remember one incident while we were in obedience school with Andrew Micelli ( from Dogsmart). A real neat guy who shows authority and you can feel the aura as soon as he enters the room. We were supposed to sleep on the floor as part of the training. We were on a sit-stay command on the side of the bed. They called" floor" a place were dogs are supposed to sleep!  Well, Klingon finally fell asleep. I wanted to sleep badly but I can't sleep on the floor! What do you think I am? So using my mental telepathy, mom finally woke up at 2am to check how we were doing, I just gave her my most beautiful eyes and she beckoned me up on the bed. That was the end of that training - that dogs are meant to sleep on the floor! We don't sleep like a pig. We get our daily flea comb, flea treatment, brush and we get sponge bath every night from head to toe before going to bed, not to mention our religious belief in dental cleanliness. Just like any human beings, I brush my teeth 3-5 times daily (or more depending on how often I can fool my parents to brush my teeth). I get my dental check up and teeth cleaning several times a year. I don't know why but I love those electric Oral B toothbrushes. They feel great especially with baking soda on it. What can you say about human inventions! Klingon needs to be told to brush his teeth. In fact sometimes, he gets lazy that mom has to do it while he's falling asleep. You see, the biggest problem Klingon has is he spends so much energy barking and getting "hyper" when we do our daily walks. Me, I know, I will never be left behind, because I'm the best! By the way, if you think you are having problems with your dog's joints, ask your vet about glucosamine chondroitin. I use COSEQUIN D. It's supposed to prevent/maintain joint problems.