Red, Vesta, Humphrey, & Ginger

I have had 5 dogs in my life and 4 were adopted from CARE (the 5th, Kira, was a stray who showed up in the neighborhood). Red, my first, was Heinz57 mix and a lover. He was everyone’s friend, even though he had been a stray and, we found out later, had even been shot and had a chest full of birdshot. Best dog ever. Vesta was part of a litter abandoned by the side of the road. She was a shepherd mix and true to her breed and name (Vesta – Roman goddess of home and hearth), she was a protector – regularly patrolling the fence perimeter (either protecting or looking for escape routes). Humphrey also had a rough start. He had been adopted from CARE as a puppy but then returned as a very fearful dog, terrified of men (if I ever meet that guy who hurt Humph, grrrrr). He’s a lot better now, but still hesitant of men he doesn’t know, and a total lovebug to those he does know. When Humphrey needed a new buddy, I of course went to CARE. I took him to an adoption event to meet one dog, but when he met Ginger it was love at first sight. I found out later that Ginger’s foster dad had nicknamed her “the whirlwind.” Thanks Laura, she is a handful. But we love her. And all dogs we’ve ever met from CARE.