Is it hurt or just retarded? What's wrong with this crazy pup?

Why is mom always rescuing some poor-ass, skanky, discarded ball of fur and bringing it home? 

                           Opps. Wait. That was us once.  ROCK ON mom - Buddy to Sam

                                                   (PS- And we promise not to kill it)

Looks like a great day for a swim!

Well now we know I can't swim...

Let's do that again, minus your screaming this time.- Stella, adopted by land dwellers

Unhand me rapscallion.

I love you too. - Stella

I dropped a quarter. Go get it Riley.

- Buddy Loves some drive-thru

Those people just make the hair on my back stand up.

I just do not get a good feeling about the new neighbors. - Sam I am not sharing the lake

Follow me Stella. Stay on the boards so you don't fall in. Lord knows I won't come get you.

Buddy Love- who has learned from his dock mistakes = swimming lessons prematurely

Ok. Listen. I am not telling you how to drive, but I know a short cut.

Take a left up here at the gas station. - Riley, slightly controlling.

(Yep, she places her paws - classic boxer- over my shoulders when I drive)