I've posted my first blog-message-thing and had described all the animals the my family currently ownes. I was excited to see that people seemed to like the blog (or at least wanted to welcome me) and so I thought 'Why not let them know a little more about my pets, before I start to ramble about myself. . . ' So, once again, I was not able to fight with myself.

This brought my to the decision on who to write about first. While must people like to start youngest-to-oldest; I always liked giving respect to elders. This brings me to start with Sasha!

Sasha Marie Staats. The beautiful white German Shepherd was brought into our home right in time for Christmas.

It was around the Christmas of 2004. We had just adopted a cute little mutt named 'Newton',we re-named him to Serge -sounds like 'Sarg'-. He disappeared on April 1, 2007-more about that later-, and we were not really looking to take to many more animals in. But, my step-father being the only non-crazy-animal-lover, we couldn't help ourselves when we heard Alexis and her sister Sable were being put up for adopt.

She had been bred to be a police dog and had even been bought by the local sheriffs of our town. (When they got her they hadn't been sheriffs of our town. But they soon moved here and took the position)

The sheriffs that owned her weren't trained to have a 'k-9 partner' so she was never really raised that way. At 10 months old she was living in a crate for 18-20 hours a day, along with Sable, and when let out was stuck on a leash the whole time.

When my mother heard of Alexis and Sable being put up for adoption she couldn't stop herself from going to take a look. She and my youngest sister went on down to the sheriffs' house, (yes, It was a man and a woman. I feel it a good time to mention that. Since I've been making it kinda sound like one person) which wasn't out of the way, since my grandparents live right next to them, and had arrived just as the dogs were being walked.

My sister was the first to get out of the car and instantly went to see Alexis. My sister was shocked, since neither of us had even seen a white German Shepherd before, and was instantly in love with her.

My mother had liked the looks of Sable more. For when she saw Alexis she could tell the dog had hip problems, and looked far to skinny for her own good,(from being in the crate so much, at such a young age) and was keen on getting Sable.

But, things worked out my sister's way, when my mother figured out that Sable was a cat-chaser (and had even gotten and injured one before) she said, "I think we'll take the white one."

So, Alexis the white German Shepherd came to our home and was instantly renamed to Sasha. Not wanting her to have many connections to her life in a crate.

She was ten months old when we got her (we aren't sure how old she was when the sheriffs bought her) and she instantly took all our hearts by the time she was another week older. She has been the best dog an owner could want and has never caused. . . to many. . . problems.

The worst of her problems being is that she is long-haired and likes to shed alot.

She is now three years old and is currenly doing great. She had alot of fat and muscle on her now. And her hips are better then we've ever seen them!

About a year ago we were looking at the local newspaper and was reading an article about a German Shepherd police dog. (His name was Apollo) My mother and I started to talk about how the dog slightly looked like Sasha (except that Sasha is completely white and Apollo wasn't). She then told me that Apollo was the name of either, possibly, Sasha's father or her half-brother. I was pretty excited to hear more about our cute ol'Sasha's bloodline!

My family, and even now my step-dad, have become big on helping animals. It seemed ever since we got Sasha; our paths have crossed many animals that were in need of homes and we have tried hard to help every single one.

For a moment. I'm going to talk alittle more on Sasha's name.

Let's begin with her first name. My mother had wanted to give her a nice name that started with 's'. Since we now had a little puppy thats named started with 's'.

So we came down to 'Socks' and 'Sasha'. It was a popular vote for 'Sasha'!

Now her middle name. When my sisters and me had first met my step-father (before he was married to my mom) we had taken quite a liking to him. My older sister and him would constantly have matches with one another on whatever they could find.

This continued to even when he was finally married to my mother.

One day they had a nice little match on names. David (my step-father) had been REALLY big on the 'RC' drinks. So my sister would call him 'Redneck Child' (slightly for the fact he had a mullet at the time as well). His come back was 'Queenie' (since she was high-maintence at the time).

This went on for a while until we all realized that we didn't know our own step-father's middle name! Instead of figuring out what it was, my older sister instantly dubbed him 'David Marie Staats'!


The game stopped about a month later. It was never mentioned again unless David did something wrong (like spell our names wrong on our birthday cakes Even the first year knowing us and he spelled our names better then anyone else... so kudos to him!) then came the 'David Marie what were you thinking?'

So, when we got Sasha our little habit some how picked up onto her. If she got into the trash or something we could call, 'Sasha Marie Staats!' For some reason though, it never got picked up on Serge. Oh well. His middle name was 'courage' sometimes. As a joke since he was scared of plastic bags.

And at last her last name. Our father's (as I am now going to refer to him as, since you all have picked up on who he is) last name is 'Staats'.

There is the tale of Sasha Marie Staats. The wonderful dog that has come into our lives! (and even a little more about myself and family.)

I hope you all enjoyed. I hope to make a blog on Ferdie next. . . WAIT! Smoly Hokes! Ferdie is older. Oh well. I'll let the feline get away with age. . . just this once. After I have all the animals blogged for. I'm going to make a little blog-message for the animals we have losted over the past few years!

Thanks for all who read this! I hope you have enjoyed Sasha's little tail! -haha... tail.. tale... I make cheesy jokes-



That's my younger cousin. . . Just for reference!