About Shorty

Shorty was misunderstood.


Like many of us, Shorty was misunderstood. His lack of trust in people made him seem unsuitable for a family, but all he needed was the right family. We took a chance on him, and he returned the favor. He got a family and new friends, and we got one of the sweetest and most amazing spirits to ever live. I understand him, and he understands me. He is my best friend, and I am lucky to be his mom!

Shorty is our number one.


Just ask him, he'll tell you! He's not the biggest, or the toughest, and he can't even beat up the Peiners. But, Shorty is our alpha. Our number one. He's the most confident dog we've ever had, and it's for good reason. He's also the most beautiful, majestic, sweet, angel of a dog as well. He forgives me for making him do his breathing treatments, or giving him fluids, or stuffing his pills, and he always rewards me with kisses for being brave enough to do it. He's a bright spot in my sometimes dismal days, and I love him more than I can ever express. (Maybe as much as he loves himself...)

Shorty taught me to ask for what you want.


Shorty is a communicator. I always know what he's thinking. He's bossy, and he barks too much. He's demanding, and he loves to be the center of attention. But as he gets older, and his health fails, I'm grateful that he's taught me how to take care of him. I know when he's hungry, or when he has to go out, because he tells me. I know what each bark means, and I can help him accordingly. Shorty taught me to ask for what you want. For what you need. And for that, I will always be grateful to him.