Well, it's what they are, collectively. Each has a unique story and their biographies have appeared earlier on this blog. These dogs are each a misfit in their own way. But as a refresher.....
The Captain was purchased from a Cock-a-poo "breeder (wink-wink)" in NH. Mostly this person was some unskilled lady who thought breeding dogs a lucrative and easy profession. So 'Roid came to us with some severe genetic issues. As she has matured, she's evolved from being a Cock-a-poo with bad knees to a splay-footed chow hound who haunts the kitchen looking for handouts and sits leaning against the base cabinets with one of her rear legs jutting out at a 90-degree angle from her haunches. She needs at least a 10-foot running start to jump onto the bed, which is a successful operation about 47.6% of the time.
Now the First Mate came to us from a shelter in NH. Her official biography lists her as a rescue from a kill shelter in Ohio where she was imprisoned as an unclaimed stray. And she still exhibits symptoms of the low self-esteem that can be produced by such mental trauma as being stranded and unclaimed by one's own family. Leny meets her dad at the door each evening with a ball or chip-turk firmly between her teeth. And such a ruckus---singing, whingeing, barking---all kinds of attention getting behaviors as would be expected from a traumatized and neglected child who has found a safe haven but insists on pushing the limits of her new found acceptance.
The Lookout is a NM native. She was rescued from the local kill shelter. She was surrendered from a town slightly west of here. There was no official reason given for the placement of the dog there but we suspect it was "small dog syndrome"---she has a tendency to express herself with growling and threatening body language. All of us have had occasion to be terrified of Weets when she gets in these moods. It might also have had to do with her predilection for relieving herself on the dry floors inside when it's raining or wet outside. Of course, a Schnauzer-Chihuahua mix that channels her maternal grandmother might also give one pause.....
So these three individuals, each with their own style and baggage have found a home together on the High Plains and a place of safety in the crate they've named the CPS Nargle. A worthy crew joined by their circumstances and belief that being a Pirate Dog has benefits far beyond we poor humans' comprehension
After all, no self-respecting canine would ever name a pet extermination center a kill SHELTER. To quote Captain 'Roid, "Talk about your basic oxymoron....."
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