One day.

You live your life. A good life or so you think. Then one day you wake up and really take a hard look around.

You are living out of a crate, near a pier and smell like day old fish. Yea, you still have your looks but how long will that last.  You ask yourself..."How did I get here?" and "Why am I living this way?" "Who the hell's red crate is this anyway?"  

-Maltese by the water in Charleston

Who US? We promise to be good this winter...

Here we are, on the lookout for trouble.  Not seeing any just yet but I hear another rescue dog is coming- we can teach it "our way". -Maisy, Sam and Shanti

"Anyway, we promise to be good for 2012, scout's honor". -Maisy (leaving the discussion)

"Who is Scout"?- Samson

"I think he had to be put down".  -Shanti