Lucy is the oldest. I think she's about 7. She was four when we got her. She had been rescued by a woman in Gainesville. A man up there was fighting pit bulls and raising wild pigs. The Bostons were being used for a puppy mill business. When the State went in and shut down his Pit and pig operations, they left the Bostons. They were considered "livestock" and he could do whatever he pleased with them. They were left in suspended chicken wire cages 24/7, no vet care, very little food or water, and physically abused. If a Pit or Boston didn't perform as desired, they were thrown to the pigs. When the Bostons got hungry, he threw a live chicken in the cage. Some people are very sick in the head. Sylvia heard about the Bostons and wanted them out of their terrible situation. She ended up having to raise the money and buy them all from this horrible man. There were 6 dogs in all, I believe. Two had to be put down immediately. Our Lucy was the last to find a home. We're glad she's with us. Even if we had to replace her knees (cha-ching! ouch!). She is VERY meek and mild. She likes nothing better than to snuggle and sleep. Well, and eat people food.
Is this the face of contentment? I think she's actually smiling.
After we got Lucy and fixed her knees, we got to thinking that she seemed sad and lonely. She loved playign with the neighbor dogs. I'd kept in touch with Sylvia and mentioned we might be looking for Boston #2 to be a friend for Lucy. She said she had the perfect dog. She and Lucy already knew each other and got along great. And so we added Jingle to the mix. About 2 seconds after Jingle walked in the door, she and Lucy were chasing each other all over the house. It was a happy day! A few months later, Sylvia called again with a male she needed to re-home. Lucy had actually served as a foster mother to this particular dog, and he had had a litter of pups with Jingle, so... Smoochy became Boston #3. When they are naughty, we just say we'll send them all up to Grandma Helen!!