In the beginning...

In the summer of 2006, I lost my American Eskimo dog of 13 years to old age. People kept trying to talk me into getting another dog, but I needed time to grieve first. By the Spring of 2007, I was ready for a new dog. I got online and did research on the healthiest dogs, and landed on a Jack Russell Terrier or some other kind of dog, I forget. For weeks and weeks I searched for a Jack Russell Terrier that I could purchase. In April of 2007, I found one. I had to drive an hour to get him, but it was worth the drive. For days, I tried to come up with a name for him. Every name I could think of belonged to one of my human friends. I landed on Blakely, then remembered that my mom's best friend's last name is Blakely. I ended up searching baby names and finally landed on Braxton. I didn't know anyone named Braxton....yet, but we'll get to that later. This new puppy was sure expensive! I had to take him to the vet every three weeks to get a new shot, I had to have him dewormed, and the whole shabang! While getting shots, I was getting to know my new little energetic puppy. I went out and bought a book about Jack Russell Terriers, and found out how energetic they were. I'd walk Braxton, play with him, train him, and he'd still be ready for more! Finally, I decided that Braxton needed a friend. I couldn't afford more puppy shots, so I made sure to rescue. Again, I searched and searched and found a rescue organization that was for Beagles, but found what they thought was a Jack Russell Terrier, and took him back to the farm anyway. I took Braxton out to the farm, he met what would soon be his new brother, and my new JR rescue came home with us. Speaking of JR, that's what they named him, and I didn't like the name, so I changed it....to Colton. Braxton and Colton. All I have to do is put them outside, and they run after each other, dig holes, bark at squirrels, and chew up sticks for hours! All I have to do is feed, water them, take them to the dog park every now and then, give them heartworm preventative once a month, shots once a year, and watch them sleep. After I had Colton for a few weeks, a rumor began to circulate that Colton was actually a Rat Terrier. The jury is still out. Take a look and try to figure it out for yourselves. Anyhoo, Braxton and Colton, who shall hereafter be referred to Braxie and Co-Co, are always getting into some sort of trouble, and people seem to enjoy my "Tweets" about it, so I decided to start blogging about their journey through life. I hope that you enjoy reading, and I hope that I enjoy blogging as much as I enjoy laughing at Braxie and Co-Co.