Delia's so frickin happy to be outside with her pal Freckles, she could burst - and quite often she does with a round of yaps imploring Freckles to play. Freckles obliges by getting down to Delia's level and paws her but Delia scuttles around to avoid the descending foot and leashes get tangled and Delia gets stepped on by Freckles - which might put off some small dogs but not Delia. She wants more, size differences be damned even if Freckles is ten times more massive.

Delia's only seven months old. Brave little one and cutest pup I've seen in ages.

Every few steps Samantha stops, frozen by anxieties caused by environmental stressors only she perceives and then I have to gently lift her up and push her along a couple of steps before she'll move on her own again. It takes a while for us to reach the door then it takes a while longer to reach a spot where I can photograph her.

Samantha is probably related one way or another to Brandy as she was rescued from the same breeding factory as Brandy but unlike Brandy, Samantha is actually a little more outgoing despite her hesitancy with walking on a leash. Someone will fall for her, no doubt, and with a little TLC, she'll be sparkling.

This lovely, unassuming girl has been transferred to Speaking of Dogs rescue and she is available for adoption through them: http://speakingofdogs.com/available-dogs/.

"You're gonna want to muzzle that one when you walk him. He's a nipper. He's just playing but he'll go after the leash and then he'll go after ..." and the other volunteer walker points to her sleeve where it looks like there might be a tear. But I don't muzzle him. I grab the chain lead instead.

Harvey leans in as I scratch his soft floppy ears. All hounds are love hounds. I leash him up no problem. He tests the metal chain with his mouth, decides it's not worth it and that's it for his bad behaviour, other than as soon as we're outside, he pulls like a hound chasing a scent, which is what he is and so he is his nature.

Harvey came into the shelter in January with an injured foot which required surgery so he's been there a while. He's got a lot of pent up energy built up from the last four months of living in a kennel. When we first walk outside, he's hyper, trying to gather up every scent in the air, wants to go in every direction. Ten minutes later, he's settled, still pulling but in just one direction, not zigzagging.

At first, I think he might one of those eager dogs who cannot be distracted when on scent but he pays attention as soon as I bring out the snacks. Well good, I think. So he can be trained with the right incentives. Well, I mean any dog can be trained with the right incentives. Someone just has to want to try.

Harvey gives me a smile and I take his picture. Looks like he wants to try. Just needs the other half to help him along.

Romeo jumps, puts his paws up on the desk at front reception. "He needs surgery on his elbows, might be thousands of dollars. Who's gonna want to take on that responsibility?" someone tells me. But I don't see it, not yet. He's a big fellow and right now he's just happy to be out of his kennel and visiting his friends behind the desk on his way outside.

The sun's been trying to make an impression all morning. I can feel the warmth of it trying to fight back the chill of the wind. Romeo doesn't care to express any thoughts on such nuances. He just wants to greet everyone we pass so he pulls toward them. Not well trained, this guy, and it wouldn't have taken much, him being a Shepherd, if only his previous owner had bothered. Romeo pulls and people back off. All they see is a big dog straining on its leash trying to get to them. Who can blame the nervous ones?

I take him to a shaded area amongst some pines. I take his photo. He's almost two but he's got the one ear up, one ear down look of a pup. I wonder if he'll get a chance to see both his ears fully upright.

On the way back, he starts to limp. He's on pain meds but even this short walk was too much for him. He still pulls, though, trying to make new friends with passers-by. People, with their wishful weather thinking and thus under dressed for the day, pull their thin jackets and sweaters tighter around themselves against these late winter winds. I look up and the clouds are winning the day. Romeo and I walk back into the shelter.

A couple of photos of Brandy, now Hope, in her new home. She's doing great.