I could gush for hours about their personalities. The puggle is George Orwell, and his whole purpose in life is to eat and bark, in that order. But he totally thinks he's a lapdog. (It's the pug in him.) Also he tries to howl like a beagle, but it's kind of a faily howl, which makes it even better.
The cocker spaniel is Virginia Woof, or Ginny, and she's the greatest fetch player in the world. She'll sort of half-heartedly play tug-of-war with us, because she's very gentle with people, but she jumps all over Orwell and kicks his butt when they play.
On a more useful note: having two dogs was a great choice for us. Both of ours are rescue dogs, and we started with Orwell by himself. But after about a year, and lots of research (time at the dog park, obedience school, new dogs visiting our house), we decided that getting a second dog would be a good choice for us. So we adopted Ginny, and it made a HUGE difference for Orwell. He became much happier, more mellow, and more active (because with the frequent food-stealing and treat-gobbling, he was a pound or two overweight - pudgy little puggle belly!). Because they have each other, they're also a lot calmer when we go places - like the vet, or my mom's house - and when they're home alone while we're at work.
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Date: Saturday, February 13th, 2010 04:09 pm (UTC)The cocker spaniel is Virginia Woof, or Ginny, and she's the greatest fetch player in the world. She'll sort of half-heartedly play tug-of-war with us, because she's very gentle with people, but she jumps all over Orwell and kicks his butt when they play.
On a more useful note: having two dogs was a great choice for us. Both of ours are rescue dogs, and we started with Orwell by himself. But after about a year, and lots of research (time at the dog park, obedience school, new dogs visiting our house), we decided that getting a second dog would be a good choice for us. So we adopted Ginny, and it made a HUGE difference for Orwell. He became much happier, more mellow, and more active (because with the frequent food-stealing and treat-gobbling, he was a pound or two overweight - pudgy little puggle belly!). Because they have each other, they're also a lot calmer when we go places - like the vet, or my mom's house - and when they're home alone while we're at work.
In short: YAY DOGS.