Here are our "fur kids" Kaecy and Breta. Our first dog had died in February last year and the kids ("pink ones" as opposed to "fur kids" as my friend calls them) were clamoring for a new pet. The wound was a little raw and I wasn't sure if I was ready for a new dog, but we researched a few shelters. The whole faily traipsed to several rescues and shelters looking for just the right dog.
We first found a dog that looked a lot like our Penny, but we still wanted to look at another. Of course we fell in love with the puppies the 2nd shelter had! We left empty handed and went to dinner, excited about our new (hopefully!) pet. We couldn't decide! DH and DS wanted the first dog; DD and I wanted the puppy.
We were all a little slap-happy at this time from lack of food and water. DH finally chimed in and said, "We're getting my dog or two dogs." I gave him a look and asked, "What did you say?" He reprated, "We're getting the dog I picked or we take both home." Then he paused. All was silent. He finally blushed and said, "That sounded pretty bad, didn't it?"
Of course we all laughed because we realized we were getting two dogs!!!
The first shelter director visited our house and instected every inch. We were approved! And brought home the tri-colored puppy. She is supposed to be my DD's dog. DD struggled (crying, sleeplesness and drama) with a name. She wanted to name it after me! I finally relented and allowed my nickname, but only if she spelled it out. Thus an hour before I got home with puppy, she created the name "Kaecy."
Both our girls
Here is "DH's dog," Breta. Her name comes from our giddy dinner... He went through a pile of options. Tried naming her after brownish drinks: Latte, Cafe', Mocha after my favorite drink. DD heard that snd piped in, "Margarita?" Smart child! We still laugh over that one! Then DH is saying Cinna (cinnamon), Peppa (pepper), Bruna, Bronna (for brown). Ugh... She's a girl so all the names "had to end in 'a'" - according to DH.
Dinner finally arrives and we digging in, chewing quietly, when loudly he exclaims, "I got it! Breta!" Greta? Like the German name? I asked. No! bread-a, like toast! We laughed hysterically, but the name stuck! Here's Breta helping me make a baby quilt:
Some of these are reversible bags, but are appearing out of order. First is a custom bag I made for a co-worker. I love this fabric - and so did she!
This is the reverse to the pink print bag in the next photo. I didn't have anyone in mind when I made it, but a co-worker claimed it asap when she saw it. She said it was perfect for her mom.
Middle bag is one I made for my hubby's co-worker. It has velvet ribbon straps. The turquoise bag has tiny fish on it. I have this fabric in lime green too.
DS had to get in on the photos too! His own pup is the middle size that I make. The largest dogs take a whole bag of stuffing! Needless to say, I sharnk the pattern after I figured that out!
Last is DD with her favorite critter. The owl needed a bed. Then "she" needed a mouse to keep her company. The mouse is really cute and the body is barely over an inch long. The things we do for our kids! 
Here is "DH's dog," Breta. Her name comes from our giddy dinner... He went through a pile of options. Tried naming her after brownish drinks: Latte, Cafe', Mocha after my favorite drink. DD heard that snd piped in, "Margarita?" Smart child! We still laugh over that one! Then DH is saying Cinna (cinnamon), Peppa (pepper), Bruna, Bronna (for brown). Ugh... She's a girl so all the names "had to end in 'a'" - according to DH.
