From commentor Serge:
The dog in the foreground is Roxie, and the big galoot on whose tail she is resting is Fitz. Why he lets her lay on his tail, I’ve no idea. We got them fairly close together as it seemed we were going through dogs at an alarming rate. We’d had four, all rescues, and we’re down to these two. They’re now inseparable.
Fitz was a rescue straight from the SPCA right before Christmas. His entire litter was just dumped on their doorstep. In appearance he looks like a golden retriever, and his demeanor is very golden-like (i.e., he always has a ball in his mouth). Roxie was rescued by a friend of ours who bred great danes in Florida. She and a group of agitating animal activists had received word of a mother dog who had just delivered while being chained to a tree with no food and no water. They went in with a bolt cutter,
stolerescued the mother and placed all of the puppies in homes. We got her when she was two weeks old and had to be hand fed.
Roxie’s not exactly wired right. She can make a nuisance of herself barking, but she and I are attached at the hip. She comes to remind me when it’s her bedtime every night, so come on, and I have to remind her that maybe I don’t want to go to bed just then. Later I find her on my pillow, fixing me with a doleful look of reproach. Usually it takes about eight seconds for her to forgive me. She’s a pure junkyard dog and I love her to death. Fitz just coasts through life, handsome and carefree (as long as dinner isn’t late). Two dream dogs…
(The second pic is the two of them as pups.)