Shug and Chum were seven year old littermates when their lives were plunged into confusion and change. The passing of their owner due to cancer changed their world from a familiar household to the interior of dog travel cages as their owner's mother readied their house for quick sale. Keeping the dogs in cages kept dog hairs off the rugs and furniture. At that time my girlfriend and I decided to bring a dog back into our lives. I was working out of state and she took the initiative in a search for an older rescue dog. Her eye caught an ad for a pair of littermates, that would be split up if necessary, that were in their final week before transfer to the local Humane Society. When they joined our household they immediately entered our world and showed their thanks and approval in everyway available to them. Seeing them happy and thankful was reward in itself, but their immediate affection to us meant even more. Their enthusiasm for their new home was however balanced by their near total lack of discipline. Little did we know at the time that these two dogs, making such a handful of themselves, would soon exceed all of our expectations and dreams by a wide margin. I for one experienced true unconditional love from one of them.