Hounds of H. E. Double Hockey Sticks

Here are our Hounds of Hell, aka our "kids" (since we don't have any 2 legged kind). Thought you might want some faces to the tales I have of them.

This is Ruby, the youngest, she is an australlian cattle dog aka red heeler. She has also been dubbed the "barn alarm", as no one can walk into the door without her "wooo wooo wooo" calling. Grandpa and my father in law have snuck up on her before, but never all the way. She is also my continual shadow and wouldn't you know it, she was supposed to be K's dog, but she has DEFINATELY turned into my dog and is constantly at my feet. She also has a sock/foot wear fetish, not to chew, just to have and heaven forbid if another dog comes near her stinky "prizes". She also gallantly rescues me from the vacuum, which she is quite sure is harming me in some way...sigh....

This is Spanky, the "middle child". He's a Jack Russell Terrorist or as Granny once described him, a "Jack Daniels Dog". Don't let his adorableness sucker you in too far. He has Napolean syndrome in the worst way and tries to fight Hank all the time (he has yet to win, but keeps on trying). He also has "selective hearing", which is absolutely maddening when you want him to come to you when you've got "stuff to do". He is the most vocal of our puppy pack and will let you know EXACTLY his mood between his woofs, groans and grunts. He is also the best dressed of the pack, since he is short haired. My MIL makes sure he's a well dressed dog and he has several embroidered outfits that will fit his rough and tumble lifestyle. He's the best mouser/bird hunter out of the pack. He is also the first dog to sit in your lap when he's covered head to toe in mud or manure. He's also the most likely dog to come sit next to you if you HATE dogs...he makes sure you'll love dogs by the time you leave just with his sheer persistance and excitement to have you there, with him. He is also "my" dog, we've bonded...

This is Hank, our oldest "hound". He is an australlian cattle dog aka red heeler. He was my birthday present, but bonded with K, so actually he's K's dog. He's extremely loyal and will follow K around the barn the entire day. We can leave the premises and he will wait underneath our grain bin for our return. All the tennis balls belong to Hank and he will relentlessly worry you about playing "the whip" game with him (his favorite). He's also the brut that will hold Spanky down and let him know who's boss.