meet the dogs
  • Meet Peanut!

    Megan Kimble is a writer living in Tucson, Arizona. She is the author of Unprocessed: My City-Dwelling Year of Reclaiming Real Food.

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    Meet her dog, Phoebe.



    I’m Phoebe. My friends call me Peanut.


    I was born in a landfill but spent Christmas in a fun foster home after a lovely lady from In the Arms of Angels, a Tucson-based rescue, found my sisters and me and took us home—I moved in with my mom in February. Everyone said I was a lab/shepherd mix, but now people on the street tell me I look like a beagle. Who knows.  


    My best friend is named Josephine—she’s another rescue pup from In the Arms of Angels. Our moms are friends, too, and they cook together while we jump on counters or wait for vegetables—I eat everything except lettuce.


    My favorite food is sticks. Stones, too. I lick faces.


    I don’t mind cats. I really mind large boxes.


    I love walks. When my mom tries to put on my leash, I hide under the coffee table. Obviously.


    I’ll say hi to any age dog, but not to teenage humans.


    I like chewing on thumbtacks. My mom takes all my thumbtacks.


    I can finish my dinner in ninety seconds, but I’m training for sixty.


    I go to work with my mom. After seeing my potential, they hired me as a part-time receptionist. They offered me full-time, but I turned it down. Girls gotta nap.

  • meet Eddie!

    B. Lynn Goodwin is the author of You Want Me to do What? and a forthcoming young adult novel, Talent. Learn more about her at 

    This is her rescue dog, Eddie:

    My mommy had to go to Utah. Her housemate was a pet sitter for Mikko McPuppers, my honorary older brother. At least that’s what Mommy calls him. She says he lives in t-bone heaven now. I am an only dog and I now live in a 2-parent home. I like walks, food, treats, nose-noofing, barking at the UPS man, and being a columnist for a Petfinder newsletter. I think I might be in the same family as your dog-dog. Maybe I’m his (or her) long-lost brother. I think I’m around 6. Maybe 7.

    Mommy is typing this note, but every word is mine. Honestly!


    Eddie (Eduardo) McPuppers-Goodwin-Brown

  • Meet Galen!

    Happy Monday, everyone! Today, you get to meet Galen, Jacki Skole's rescue! Jackie is the author of Dogland: a Journey to the Heart of America's Dog Problem (a must read!)

    "Meet Galen. She’s one quirky canine. Galen doesn’t pee on walks; she prefers to empty her bladder in our backyard. She loves to play fetch, but only with my husband and only with her volley ball-sized purple ball. And she eats all her meals outside, no matter the weather—her choice, not mine. My husband and I adopted Galen when she was eight weeks old. A New Jersey-based rescue pulled her and her six littermates from a North Carolina animal shelter and brought them to the Garden State, knowing the puppies would find homes quickly. They did. Galen is now four, though if you meet her you might think she's closer to fourteen. Her demeanor is strikingly calm, and her gray fur deceives—I’ve heard parents tell their children to look at that “old, gray dog.” Galen is a Labrador retriever/Australian shepherd mix according to both the rescue and a DNA test. But most importantly, Galen is a beloved member of my family, adored (and spoiled) by me, my husband, and her two human sisters."

    You can purchase Dogland: A Journey to the Heart of America's Dog Problem on Amazon, Ashland Creek Press or Barnes and Noble. 

    Learn more about Jacki on her website.

    And all proceeds will go to the extraordinary animal welfare programs profiled in the book.

  • meet Blue!

    Lael Smith is a writer living in Los Angeles. Meet her dog, Blue:

    My husband and I drove out to the Santa Clarita hills one bright late-May morning eleven years ago when the Jacaranda trees were in a purple riot of bloom (I’d never noticed them before but always think of Blue when they bloom now) to a home where Blue was one puppy in a litter of nine.

    We had fallen for a Rhodesian Ridgeback in our neighborhood and wanted one of our own. We thought them to be the most exotic, beautiful and noble of dogs. We thought one would make a good running partner. We were told they didn’t bark, unless they meant business and they didn’t shed.

    We took Big Boy, as he was then named, home when he was eight weeks old. None of us had any idea what we were getting into but I held the little eleven-pound warm lump that smelled like popcorn the whole way home and promised to care for him and so I have.

    He is sweet and silly and loving and stubborn as a mule. He sheds like crazy and refuses to run unless he feels like it, which is not often as he’d rather smell every square inch of ground, but only barks when someone knocks on the front door (which is handy as we have no doorbell).

    You can feel his African roots — his eyes, nose and immense speed made for the safari. I read recently, in one of Alexandra Fuller’s books about growing up in Africa that of her immense pack of dogs, it was only her Ridgeback who could defend himself against the baboons. And I believe it. I’ve never once seen a hint of ferocity from Blue, quite the opposite — I’ve seen other, smaller dogs, abuse him.

    There was one time when I was pregnant and hiking in the Santa Monica mountains and a mountain lion in a bush growled at me and Blue, obliviously smelling some other dog’s pee down the trail, missed his one opportunity to do what his breed was made for, treeing lions, and I had to run for my life. And another time we were hiking in the mountains, he got heat stroke (it was Memorial Day and only 80 degrees) and my husband and our friend and I had to carry him down the mountain, slung between us on a beach blanket. So, maybe he’s not exactly African safari material...

    Blue used to be possessive of me and quite passive-agressive when his pack left him behind. He ate my wedding shoes before I could wear them again. He ate my wedding earrings (diamond studs). He ate a new pair of lovely designer heels before I could wear them at all when I came home once to dump my things and go back out without spending any time with him. He’s eaten my hats and underwear and plenty of meals meant for me. But he’s mellowed in his maturity. Of course this past Christmas he got ahold of the Gingerbread before I could serve it.

    He was hit once, accidentally, with a Chuckit in the park (by the mayor of Santa Monica, no less) and pushed over by a much smaller bulldog (the fall snapped his young leg in half) and Blue avoids both still, more than ten years later. He understands more English than seems possible. I’m quite sure I’ll see him in the afterlife and he’ll have some things to say to me — mostly about his bland, vet-mandated Low-fat GI diet. He has a great party trick too — he likes to unwrap presents delicately with his teeth and paws. It’s pretty remarkable. He dazzled my husband’s entire town with this trick at my first son’s baptism party there. I have no idea how that trick got started; he must have watched us to it and taught himself?

  • Leo

    How cute is Leo??

    Leo's story as told by his owner, Jessica:

    We adopted Leo (then called Squirrel) two years ago from a rescue group that is the nonprofit arm of a dog boarding and daycare in West Los Angeles called Cage Free K9 Camp. In fact, his adoption anniversary is one week from today.

    He was approximately 10 months old at the time and was believed to have been living on the streets of South LA before being picked up. I found him through an online search for a terrier mix.

    When we went to meet him, he immediately curled up in my lap and I knew he had to be part of our family. He is the greatest and clearly has great taste in books.

    Want to be a part of the Meet the Dogs campaign? Shoot me an email and a photo of your dog with my novel, Strays,  at writing (at) caloyeras (dot) com.

  • Wally and Rufus

    Today I'm launching my Meet the Dogs campaign where I'll showcase your dogs and how they came to be your beloved pets! Want to get involved? Shoot me an email at writing (at) caloyeras (dot) com. 

    Rufus and Wally's story as told by their owner, Amy:

    "Meet Rufus and Wally! Rufus is part Beagle, Dachshund and maybe even a little Basset Hound. He was adopted from Karma Rescue in 2007 when he jumped into our car and told us he was the one. We fell in love right away. Prior to finding his forever home, Rufus was found on the streets and taken to a pound where he almost saw his final day, until Karma Rescue literally came to the rescue. Fun Fact: He was almost in a photo shoot with Hannah Montana until coming down with kennel cough after his time at the pound. He is still a celebrity dog in our book! 7 years later we decided it was time for Rufus to get a forever friend. Wally, a full Dachshund, stole our hearts the moment we laid eyes on him. He is a cuddle machine who wants nothing more then to be Rufus' BFF.  We are forever indebted to Karma Rescue for bringing these two special guys into our lives." 
    Learn more about Amy and her amazing Salt and Sage catering company on her Instagram page: salt_and_sage