There is Molly, who I got before I stopped posting. She's now an elderly black chihuahua with a chip on her shoulder the size of Uluru. She also has this way of being sweet just when you don't expect it. When we got her, the humane society thought she was about two years old, but in the seven years since, she's gone exceedingly grey, so we think she's some bit older than that.
Then we got Murphy, who was, for sure, 2 years old. He's a miniature poodle, white, and thinks my farts smell like roses. Wherever I go, there he is. He is now 6.
Lulu is my darling red short-hair dachschund girl. She was five when we got her, is nine now and starting to grey on her snout. Lulu likes nothing better than to burrow under blankets, coats, pillows, whatever is handy.
Last November we got Connor, who is a chiweenie, half chihuahua, half dachshund. He was about 10 months old when we got him and turns 2 in January. I've never seen a more timid and terrified dog. It took months to get him to eat from a bowl in the kitchen, at first he would not leave my side. He was terrified of men, terrified of pretty much everything. In the last year, he has come SO far! He's a shy but friendly little guy now, and the first to notify the household that strangers are at the door. His fear of men is gone, too.
Finally, in February we got Cubby, whose pic I shared the other day. Cubby is half lab, half shitzu, 9 months old or thereabouts, affectionate, bouncy, and too energetic by far.
Them's the pooches. :) I'll put pics up this week.