Dallas “What a Beautiful Dog” Oglesby is a regal thoroughbred followed from the Doberman Rescue of the Triad in Greensboro, NC. His proprietor, a woman with enormously specific tastes, expected a younger, pink male with correct ears and primary manners; first-rate with people and different animals. Dallas no longer simplest meets those criteria; he transcends all affordable expectancies.
Dallas joined his older sister Wednesday at his mom’s puppy pleasant Bed & Breakfast in Chapel Hill, NC and the two became ambassadors to the Doberman breed. His proud owner states, “So many human beings think about the awful rap Dobermans get and have by no means been around those awesome, quiet, loyal, obedient, smart and ever equipped to thrill dogs. I am proud of the happiness they delivered to my many visitors at the B&B through the years.”
Dallas is a comfort seeker who snuggles up and nests under the covers of his cushy four-poster mattress and enjoys leisurely afternoon naps. He lives a fairly structured and disciplined lifestyle as CEO of a morning beach walking club on Isle of Palms. He specifically enjoys lapping the blood drippings of red meat, feasting on mashed sweet potatoes, and curling his lip at inferior dogs to establish rank earlier than turning away in divine indifference.
Montana of Sky (a.Ok.A. “Monty,” “Won Ton,” “Meg”) Hart and Dakota of Guggenheim (a.Ok.A. “Coty,” “Gwenneth,” “Gorgeous One” ) Hart are first cousins; yellow Labrador Retrievers adopted from an incredibly elite breeder in North Carolina. They live a pampered, enchanted lifestyles and have in no way visible the inner of a kennel. In the rare event that their parents must regretfully go away on an extended excursion, “the women” are happy to supervise the puppy sitter with strict recommendations regarding dozing etiquette and nutritional issues- they have to sleep on a proper bed canine meals sans human scraps is definitely unacceptable.
Monty and Coty remain blissfully unaware of their non-human status. They enjoy force-thru breakfasts, which include doughnut holes at “Dunkin Doggie,” and they’re now not likely to implore for table meals. They are skilled at gambling deaf, and they are less than keen on leashes. Most evenings, “the ladies” revel in frolicking through the manicured hills of their outdoor golf path with their quality friend Wando, also a member of the dog circle of relatives.
Atalanta Baron Oliver of High Point (a.Ok.A. “Ollie,” “Boo,” “Air Ollie”) Mason and his sister Atalanta Candle inside the Wind (a.Okay.A. “Norma-Jean,” “Normie,” “Mamma,” “Stinky,” “Velcro Dog”) Mason are living in Connecticut. In the New England snowstorm, Ollie, a black Standard Poodle of imperial stature, resembles an Oreo cookie and Norma-Jean, a white Toy Poodle, goes AWOL.
While Ollie spent the general public of his life thoroughly ensconced in the loving folds of his human family, Norma-Jean survived a harrowing career in show-enterprise and endured intense abuse from her dog youngsters before being rescued from her property and horse farm in Rhinebeck, NY, to sign up for the Mason clan.
Ollie and Norma-Jean revel in lazy days of summer season spent cruising through waters of the Long Island Sound on their circle of relatives boat. Ollie’s athletic prowess puts the NBA in disgrace (hence the nickname “Air Ollie”), and his hanging humanlike demeanor is contemplated thru his soulful eyes. Norma-Jean is pretty needy and insecure; she calls for steady admission to a human lap (consequently the nickname “Velcro Dog”). For Norma-Jean, any lap imparting the character can bear her unsightly halitosis (hence the nickname “Stinky”).
