I don't have much of a short story for Duff.  He was a wounded stray that I took in after the veterinary office I worked at patched him up.  We suspect he is now about 7 years old, still terrified of people and still possibly the laziest dog I have ever owned.  I hope to get him involved in the dog 5K that Jack Quinn hosts every Tuesday. . . just looking for a jogging stroller when he decides to give up after a 1/4 of mile.  Or I'm going to invest in a stick and hot dog, since food is his passion and that could possibly motivate him to finish the route.  I would enter him in an eating contest if I didn't think bloat would be right around the corner as a result.  Originally he was named after Duff beer on Simpsons but decided that Duff is actually short for Duffel bag as that is more appropriate for his lifestyle.  He has never had a beer in his life, very straight laced kind of dog.  Thank you for providing your service, the food has been great for our pets and the delivery is a HUGE convenience.  I recommend you to all my pet owner friends and am so grateful we found this company! Jessica        MOGUL & CALI- Free from prison!   My name is Mogul. I am about 2 years old. About a year ago, I was sitting in a Southern Colorado animal shelter wondering what was going to happen to me next.  Since I showed no signs of aggression, I was selected by two nice people and removed from the shelter. It turns out, they work for a special place that trains dogs. They took me to the Canon City Women’s Prison facility K-9 Companion Program. (There are over 120 inmate handlers in the state penitentiary system in Colorado).   At the prison, I lived with my inmate in her cell for eight weeks. She trained me everyday. We worked hard together. We worked one on one and with a group of other dogs and inmates. I learned all the basic obedience skills.  I learned to love my crate too.  I even learned to lay in a down-stay for 30 minutes during meals in the chow hall. I had lots of time to play with a lot of other dogs and became even more social.   One weekend, my parents-to-be came to look at Labradors. I was one of the lucky four lab mixes they looked at. When I met my dad the first time, I picked him! When he was kneeling next to me, I put my head on his thigh. He immediately knew we were meant to be together.   When my training was complete 4 weeks later, my parents picked me up from the prison. I now live in Colorado Springs with my parents and my sister. My sister, Cali, is also from the Prison K-9 Companion Program. She is a yellow-lab & Austrailian Shepard mix. She is super smart and fun to play with.     I hike everyday with my parents and sister so we meet lots of dogs and their people. The people often say I have a super shiny, soft and beautiful black coat. I tell them it’s because my parents feed me Petworth Premium Natural dog food.     = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =     In September 2005, we welcomed a new four-legged member to our household.  All of our pets are special and have been rescued from various circumstances, but George's story is not your typical one.  Of course, nothing was typical or normal about what happened in the gulf coast region in August 2005. I have been a volunteer in animal rescue for many years, and at the time Hurricane Katrina struck, I was Co-Director of the Louisiana chapter of Greyhound Pets of America.  I immediately became involved with animal rescue efforts by volunteering at various temporary shelters, going to New Orleans to rescue animals and serving as the local contact for any found or missing Greyhounds.  One day I was called about a Greyhound that had been rescued and taken to a temporary shelter.  After I picked up this elderly girl and took her to my vet, I made contact with the dog's owners (thank goodness she had a collar and ID tags) and learned that they had actually left behind three dogs…two Greyhounds and a yellow lab.   The dogs’ owners were forced to leave by the authorities and they were not allowed to take the dogs with them.  No one really knows how or why the three dogs were separated and rescued at different times, but fortunately the remaining two were rescued and taken to the same temporary shelter one week later.  I picked them up and took them to my vet, then reported the glorious news to the dogs’ owners who had evacuated to Illinois.   The owners were delighted that their dogs had been found and were safe, but they made the painstaking decision to give them up due to their circumstances.  Their house in New Orleans had suffered a lot of damage and they had decided to stay in Illinois.  They asked me to please find new homes for their three dogs, which I agreed to do.  Two different families out of state adopted the two Greyhounds and George, the yellow lab, came to live with us…. temporarily…until we could find him a new home. At that time, we had three dogs and no intention of permanently adding any more.  We were just fostering George, we told ourselves.  Yeah, right.  That lasted about a week.  George and our youngest dog, Captain, became instant friends and were inseparable.  They were like two peas in a pod.  And our other two dogs, Dodge and Nadia, were thrilled because they no longer had to entertain Captain and his puppy antics.   I looked at my husband one day and said, “You do realize George can’t leave because Captain would be so upset.”  Once again, we’d failed fostering. According to George's previous owners, he was found as a stray in City Park in New Orleans.  They felt he had been abused because he was very timid and afraid of loud noises.  It was several weeks after they took him home before they ever heard him bark.  The husband in the family told me that George was a wonderful companion and that he assisted the man in walking after he had hip replacement surgery. George is indeed true to his breed.  He is loyal and smart with a gentle disposition, a bit stubborn at times and a bit comical at times.  He's a good watchdog and never fails to alert us when someone's at the door.  He is my shadow.  He follows me everywhere, especially to the kitchen.  If there is one thing George loves more than he loves his buddy Captain, it's food.  He has super sensitive ears and can awaken from a deep sleep at just the slightest rattle of a bread bag.  George is a big chicken in a 100-pound Labrador's skin.  He is afraid of wind, afraid of loud noises, afraid of having his toenails clipped.  He loves going for rides in the car, walking in the park, romping in the snow and chasing squirrels.  And, he loves us…unconditionally, which is the neatest thing about pets. George and family have since moved to Colorado Springs and are enjoying the diverse climate. Lilla George's Mom and Petworth customer