Well it's about time that you made it to the most important page. My name is Peanut and I am the Boss. I am a 7 year old Toy Fox Terrier. I weigh in at 5 pounds and my family members make fun of me because my dog tags drag on the ground. I have excellent hearing.....thank you very much so don't even try mentioning my ears. I know I am good looking but I 'm a modest gal so please, no compliments. I am a native of Arizona and if you are wondering  how the heck I ended up in New Hampshire, well I'm wondering about that myself!

I was perfectly happy with my 5 brothers and sisters and lived in such a nice sunny WARM environment.. My Dad was so good to me....I mean how many Dads do you know that would give a gal like me Stouffer's Macaroni and cheese when ever I wanted? Anyways I had it made in the shade. I was the Queen of the house and the only one allowed inside the house and, I got to sleep in Dad's bed.

So one day some guys show up and cart my Dad off in a  noisy boxy truck with flashing lights and that's the last I see of him. Next thing I know some lady shows up whom I was quite satisfied that I had scared away 6 months ago when she dared to visit. She tells me that she's going to find me a nice home to go to along with my brother Jake. Okay, I admit that the home was NICE but hey I'm a demanding kind of gal and well it just wasn't my kind of pad. So naturally I let them know it and what happens? They  keep Jake and send me packing. Do I go to the Hyatt or the Waldorf Astoria? NO! I get sent back to the lady of whom I DO NOT care for. And, it just gets better......she packs me up and we take a road trip from AZ to NH. Oh my word...can I just say here that I DETEST road trips? I mean did we stay in luxury hotels? No! We stayed in CHEAP motels......I had to eat DRY dog food......the horror! And, who is this woman anyway?

So now I am here. Get a look at Kahlua will you? Do you see the load of slobber on her lips? The kids are okay...thank heavens.....I sleep with Stephen but during the day I pretend that I don't like him and enjoy attacking him whenever he tries to leave the house. Whose lap do I prefer? Katie's is the softest! She doesn't let me get away with much though and scolds me whenever she catches me trying to snap at Kahlua.

See the Real Dog here on this page? Look closely...no painted toenails, no drama queen act, no whining......it's Me,  Kahlua.

So you've met my sister, Peanut. Come on.... How can she call herself a dog? Look at her will you? She doesn't even weigh 5 pounds and looks suspiciously like a cat to me. Dog? No!  "Spoiled Brat" comes to my canine mind.

I am a 4 year old Boxer and love living in New Hampshire. Things were a little rough for me for a bit. Last November I was lost and scared and nobody knew where I belonged. I was hiding under a car in a liquor store parking lot when someone from Animal Control enticed me into coming out. Lucky for me this particular animal shelter works very closely with a reputable rescue organization called, "Second Chance Boxer" . It wasn't long before I was busted out and put into a caring foster home. Well, I hung out there for a while. A really nice lady observed my manners and took care of me and eventually  placed me with a family of 6. I love children but to be honest I was a bit overwhelmed with those little ones. I certainly have a lot more respect for motherhood.  I gained a tad bit of weight.....OKAY....11pounds....and didn't get out much for exercise. Hey, I am not an outdoors kind of gal! Anyway the  family sadly returned me and I was transferred to Maine to live with a new foster mom. Well, it seemed like I just got my bags unpacked and there was a knock at the door. After I delivered my daunting deep warning bark, I immediately began wagging my tail.....actually my entire rear end and climbed into my new sister, Katie's lap. I don't know why she was short of breath and complaining....hey all girls get a little hefty once in a while!

I took a road trip to New Hampshire and here I am! My family says that I am exactly what they were looking for. They were searching for an older more mature gal who would be kind to my annoying sister, "Peanut" and who would be a real dog. Can I just say here that I love my teenaged sister and brother but that little 4 pound mutt with the painted toenails.....well, I only "like" her!

I am very intelligent.  I am working hard on some issues I have with being left alone. I am beginning to relax now that I know my home will always be here. Next month I start obedience school and I am going to join an intermediate class.

My mom has put me on a diet. Ever heard of one of those? NOT fun. My stomach has been growling for weeks now. And, get this....I have to go on long walks...we're talking MILES here! Help me please! I must say....I caught a good look at myself in the mirror the other day and did notice that I am looking quite svelte these days. It's been six weeks and I have lost 5 pounds....Kirstie Alley watch out!

For those of you who might consider a gorgeous gal like myself, here's some advice for you: Please consider looking into a reputable rescue organization and be serious about a commitment. I'm a little bias I suppose but "Boxers are the Best", and we have a lot of love to give if we can only be given the chance!