

Ian and I have two amazing dogs in our lives: Hazel, a Staffordshire Terrier (pit and Terrier mix,) and Charlotte, a Papillon. They are the cutest things ever, and sometimes we look at each one and think, "Gosh, could we ever find a better dog than you."
Hazel, we found at Ian's old apartment complex in Costa Mesa. Ian always wanted a pit bull, but we weren't sure where to find one, where to look. Pit bulls can be tricky dogs to own. They have a bad stereotype, and it really does make a difference where you buy them from. One day, Ian was walking through the parking lot of his apartment complex and came across a couple walking this beautiful bronze colored dog. He stopped them to ask where they got her, and they said from a shelter. But, they were looking for a new home for her, as they were about to have a baby and did not feel they could have a young pit around a new born baby. Ian immediately offered to take her. They let us 'test drive' her for a weekend, and boy that was interesting!
We were not sure what to do with her at first. Was she hungry? Should we take her for a walk? Should we play tug of war, or run her around? Will she like us? We ended up taking her to the beach, and played with her in the water. Hazel does this Baywatch head swing thing, where she acts as if she is flipping her hair and running into the ocean. Its more of a goofy head swing then anything. But, she is such a character when she runs.

Being at the beach, it was fun to see her so playful. It made us really excited to have her eventually as our dog! At one point, she ran into the breaking waves and acted like she was searching for something. The next thing we knew, she caught a fish in her mouth, out of the ocean! Ian fell in love with her at that point, and Hazel was dubbed the coolest dog ever! We gave her back to her previous owners for about a week, and settled on only paying for her dog bed, toys and food. As for Hazel herself, she was free!!
The first few months with her was freak'n crazy! We were a millimeter close to getting rid of her. One night after being out, Hazel was left in Ian's old apartment by herself. She seemed to have been really bored while we were gone, because she managed to pull all of Ian's roommate's sheets off his bed and bring them into Ian's room. Then, Ian's sheets and comforter were in the living room, there were about 3 pee spots on the carpet, and the bag of tortilla chips that purposely was pushed all the way back against the back splash in the kitchen was all over the floor in minuscule pieces. Ian had a small balcony at that time so he felt bad leaving her out there. After this, that was her only option. This sort of behavior happened for a good 4 months. Another incident was at Ian's second apartment before we moved in together. His roommate offered to take care of Hazel for the weekend while we went to visit some family. We received a call from his roommate that Hazel had bolted out the front door when he was going to get the mail, and seemingly ran to Timbuktu. No one could find her! We decided to drive home to try to find her. On the way home, Ian received a call from Hazel's first owner that the animal society had found her and contacted him because his name was still connected to her microchip. We were so embarrassed to have not changed her chip information yet, but was so thankful that she was okay. The next day when the shelter opened, Ian went to go pick her up. It turned out that being registered in Costa Mesa did not carry over to being registered in San Climente, where Ian lived then. They gave him a 'ticket' of some sort that said if he didn't re-register her in 10 days, he would be called to go to court. All this for running away.
Hazel really did not mature much until we had her for about a year. She was a tough cookie, and almost lost us for good! But now, she is the most sweetest, cuddly, and loving dog imaginable. We honestly can not imagine living without her. She is irreplaceable. She has to be the best dog, and pit bull ever to be owned by anyone. We love her so much.

Then, little miss Charlotte came into the picture. I have never raised a puppy before. We bought her when she was only 8 weeks old. She will turn one on April 22nd this year.
I have been wanting to buy a new puppy for a long time. I was just waiting for the right time and place to get another dog. I started seriously looking for one right around the time Ian was graduating from the police academy. My mom was visiting for the weekend for Ian's graduation. We ended up finding a litter of Papillon puppies north of us on the 5 freeway. Ian called the number listed, and it turned out they only had one left. They sent us a picture, and I fell in love. So, we hopped in the car and drove to a Carl's Junior parking lot on the Grape Vine. We parked next to a beat up blue car, who was the owner of Charlotte's parent. It was a bit if a shady switcharoo (it was a typed up paragraph for a contract that we both signed) and they accepted cash only which was understandable. When he pulled her out of the cage in his beat up back seat, she was the cutest little thing I could have ever imagined. She was sleeping, and was so little, so fragile, so young. We drove back home with her sleeping on my lap. I was so excited to have my own puppy to take care of! The next event to plan out was introducing her to the big sis, Hazel!
We weren't sure how they both were going to react. I was hoping Charlotte had the tough gene to withstand a muscular pitbull as a partner in crime. To our surprise, Hazel took on a motherly role immediately, and they both started to sniff and lick eachother. We only let them play together while we were present because Charlotte was still very little and fragile. I didn't want Hazel to get too excited and bulldoze her. Charlotte ended up having tape worm for most of her puppy-hood. We didn't know what kind of worm it was until all other medicines failed, and she finally had a tape worm shot that got rid of them completely. Thank the heavens!!

Now, Hazel and Char are best of friends. It is so amazing to see such a strong big dog, and such a girly little dog play and live together like they were of the same litter. I think Charlotte thinks she is a big dog, and Hazel thinks she is a lap dog. They sleep together, play together, chase eachother, eat eachother's food, watch out for eachother, and love eachother. We are so lucky for that!

















