Nicknames: Ol' Buddy Burt, Baby Boy, Burtee-Burt, Furtee-Furt, Chicken Legs, Chicken Pot Pi
Gotcha Date: September 29th 2009
Birthday: February 21st 2006
Likes: Food, a warm bed, belly rubs, sitting next to the Mom or the Dad, rolling around on his back in wet grass and chasing squirrels and Ozzy the cat..
Pet-Peeves: Burt seems to be really, really, REALLY easygoing. No pet peeves that we can see. When Dr. Mullings first examined Burt, she said his heart rate was very low, that he was a very calm dog.
Favorite Toy: soft little stuffies--his "babies"--that he nurses on until they're sopping wet. He carries them from room to room, and has just started "retrieving" them if they are thrown. However, he DOESN'T bring them back once he picks them up. BOL
Favorite Walk: Pasteur Park beats walking around the neighborhood, but anywhere with SQUIRRELS!
Best Tricks: Burt does a very nice "sit" and a pretty good "watch me". We finished a beginners course with Trixie, our trainer, and now Burt does a very nice sit, paw, down and come
Arrival Story: We were checking out the website for the shelter that Dixie came from, the Humane Society Calumet Area located in Munster, Indiana as the HSCA is participating in The Animal Rescue Site $100,000 Shelter Challenge. We "just happened" to click on the available dogs button. ;) The first available dog picture was a picture of our Dixie BlackPearl! But the caption said "Burt". We were stunned that two dogs could look so similar... but it wasn't just the black fur and brown eyes. It was the expression--the bewilderment, fear and loss at being in a shelter. Dixie had spent 6 months in the shelter; Burt only 3 1/2 months, but those months had taken their toll on both of them. We decided that Burt needed to come home. NOW.
Bio: Burt was born at the HSCA, and adopted out as a puppy. After living for three years with his first adoptive family, his owners called the shelter right before close and said they wanted to return Burt due to "allergies". They were told they would have to come in the next day as the shelter was closing for the day. The next day the Animal Welfare League in Chicago Ridge called to tell the HSCA that they had "one of your dogs here". The "owners" had taken Burt to the League when they couldn't come that night to the HSCA. Boy, oh boy, those "allergies" must have really been something... right...
The Dad had been tossing Ernie's new all-rubber (pink like an eraser) ball. It's "high bounce" & loads of fun (found it at Walgreen's, of all places). I was half-heartedly running along after Ernie to make sure things didn't get out of hand (they don't call me the "Fun Police" for nothin'). Hey, but at least I was running.
Ernie finally tired a bit & climbed up onto the Dad's lap to lay there & chew on his new ball. After a bit, Ernie let the ball loose. The Dad grabbed it & started saying "Burt, get the Ball? Burt! Burt! Get the Ball? Get It! Get It! Get It!" I came running over, so the Dad threw it, not expecting me to go after it.
Not only did I run after the ball while Ernie struggled to get out of the Dad's lap & give chase, I got to it first and grabbed it! Then I ran over to the back door with Ernie's ball still in my mouth. The Dad let me in, & I ran into the bedroom & up onto the bed, still carrying Ernie's ball!
I lay down and calmly let the ball drop between my front paws. Ernie paced the floor around the bed, back and forth, back and forth, not knowing how to get his ball back from me. I've been nabbing Ernie's favorite stuffies & Ernie nabs my favorites in the past few weeks, but this is the first time I nabbed one of Ernie's balls--and his new one, to boot! The Dad couldn't stop laughing... and I hope this has given you all a chuckle, too.
Well, this is a fine kettle of fish... I've got this snotty-nose pup horning in on my family! But I'm getting mine back... Last night he was laying on the living room floor so I Mounted him! And later, when he wasn't looking, I took MY moose stuffie back into the bedroom. He has all the Chicago Crew's toys--he doesn't need MINE!
The bedroom is MY domain. The Mom and Dad don't let him in there or up on the Princess Bed. He has his own room. It's called a Crate. He got a time-out in it yesterday when he wouldn't stop licking my ear even after I growled. And today he got another time-out when he growled when the Mom was trying to wipe his snotty nose. He'll learn.
But, I have to say, having this pup here has really shook things up. For the better. Everyone is smiling and laughing. And the Mom said my eyes are bright again, whatever that means. I guess he can stay.
Today I am 7 years old. I was born on February 21, 2006 at the Humane Society Calumet Area in Munster, Indiana. I was adopted out as a puppy to a family, and returned back to the shelter system in June 2009. Then the Mom and the Dad and the Dixie adopted me in September 2009.
I had an astonishing connection to my new family. Dixie was also adopted from Humane Society Calumet Area, in September 2008. During the summer of 2008, my new family lost their two beloved Goldens, Remo the Red and LuckyLucy, to kidney failure and cancer. Dixie was adopted to fill their void--to be a companion to the remaining Chicago Crew member, their beloved Bulldog, WINston XXLP.
Now to the astonishing part... WINston XXLP, as you might know, went to the Bridge quite suddenly just three weeks after Dixie came to live with him. After the Mom and the Dad adopted me, they found out that I was born on WINston XXLP's 9th Birthday!!! We both share February 21st! So today we are be celebrating my 7th Birthday and WINston's 16th Birthday!! PupCakes for Everyone!!!!! Wooooooooooo Arrrrroooooooooo!!!!!