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Clockwise from left: Maggie, Buddy and Cooper.

AB knows few greater joys than the homey companionship of a dog, so much so that there are now three dogs in the tower — and a new, large sofa from which we can all watch Mad Men and Rescue Me.

While three dogs does not make me a mad man (just edgy at times) all of them are, appropriately, rescues. Here’s a snapshot of the barking order:

  • Buddy (basset-spaniel) was happenstance, the result of a misdirected Sunday outing to an event that no one in the car knew how to find. On the fly we decided to swing by the Animal Humane Society and flirt with the dogs — no commitments, just some harmless wooing. Three days later Buddy was sleeping at the foot of the bed in a plaid cuddler all his own — his third home in three years, but where he remains seven years later.
  • Cooper was eight months old when he arrived via the Carver-Scott County Humane Society. His original family booted this hyper-social hound into a garage for a month of his young life because with three children under the age of five they had no time for or need of him. In the tower, he’s become a hybrid class clown/classic middle child — always trying to amuse and please.
  • Maggie‘s (basset) story is a twist on the old saw about the road to hell being paved with good intentions. In her case, that road actually led her away from harm. You see, Maggie had a harrowing start in life as breeding stock in a puppy mill. They nearly bred her to death. Hounds Haven Basset Rescue in Iowa saved her life and got her on the mend. We were supposed to foster her for the folks at Blue Sky Rescue of Minnesota, but after so much turmoil in her life another change was too unkind to consider. Now she’s dog number three, and the impetus for that new sofa.

Merely having a dog in your life is something to savor. But nothing tops the satisfaction of rescuing one (or three) through an organization devoted to that cause (like those mentioned in this post — all with convenient links to their web sites).

When AB ponders the weekend, it’s with anticipation of hanging out with the pack. We enjoy our time together free of blogs and Twitter and Facebook, opting instead for face time. Real relationships in real time. It’s a dog’s life.