Woof! Our names are Blake and Bones, and boy, do we have a story to bark about. I’m Blake, the elder statesman of our little pack, and I came to my family first. You see, I showed up to help heal my mama’s broken heart after her precious Yorkie, Rosie, was lost in a tragic incident. I’m a mix of Shih Tzu, Lhasa Apso, and who knows what else. At about 14 years old, I might be considered a senior, but age is just a number! I don’t have many teeth left, but I can still eat just fine!

 

Now, let me tell you about my brother Bones. He joined our family in a special way. When my mom and dad went on vacation, they left me with my foster mom, who also happened to be Bones's foster mom at the time. Bones, then called "Charlie," was a skinny little thing, so they named him Bones. We became fast friends during that time together. Our foster mom sent my parents pictures of us together, saying how inseparable we were. When my parents came back from Hawaii, they couldn’t resist—they brought us both home! So really, you could say that I adopted Bones.

 

Now, every good story needs some character, right? I’m the boss around here – over Bones and, let’s be honest, over my humans too. Two walks a day, rain or shine, that’s non-negotiable! Bones, on the other hand, is the laid-back type, always wagging his tail and ready for a good time. I may have a stubborn streak (it’s just part of my charm!), but we both adore people and other dogs. I even took it upon myself to be the official protector of my human brother’s twin babies. When they were little, I would follow them around, and now they chase after me!

 

Life isn’t always a walk in the park, though. Those fireworks on the 4th of July and New Year’s Eve really send me into a tailspin. I wish humans would stick to quieter celebrations, like belly rubs or treats. Bones, lucky dog, doesn’t mind the noise one bit.

 

But you know what? We’ve got it made here in Tanoan. We have a backyard that’s great for zoomies, and the neighborhood walks are a smorgasbord of smells, especially after a good rain. We may not remember much about our lives before being rescued, but we know one thing for sure – we hit the jackpot with our forever family.

 

So here’s a little canine wisdom: no matter where you come from, there’s always hope for a happily ever after. Just wag your tail, give lots of kisses, and remember – every dog has its day!