Iris

This is Iris, Clancey's other BFF and my soulmate. My husband (and anyone else that knows Iris) will tell you that she my dog period, end of story. My husband likes to call her the "dog of mass destruction" and sure, she tears up things from time to time like walls, doors, entire packages of toilet paper shredded to little bits, clothes, shoes, pretty much whatever she can find laying around but she is so darn cute! Anyone who has ever had the pleasure of living in the company of a pitbull will know what I mean when I say she has a wonderful sense of humor. Iris used to like to start trouble with other dogs (as you can tell by the scars on her face she usually lost those battles) but has learned to live peacefully with them now. My rescue group used to do pet adoptions every Sunday at an old night club that would open the doors for rescue groups. For weeks, an older gentleman would bring Iris in (he had found her roaming the streets) and he would always sit in same place and try to find a home for her. She wasn't very adoptable because she was a pitbull and because she cannot tolerate children, especially those on wheels. (She still can't to this day but honestly, who can blame her?) Don't ask me why but I was very drawn to this girl and after a few weeks, I asked him if I might try to find her a home through my rescue organization. He agreed and I brought her home with me. I couldn't bear to part with her (not that anyone was beating down my door wanting to adopt her) and she has lived with me ever since.