Macy


American Pit Bull Terrier
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Home:Saint Clair Shores, MI  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 5 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Nicknames:
Macy Grace, Macy Gracey

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

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Quick Bio:
-service dog -dog rescue

Birthday:
November 11th 2009

Likes:
I love Mommy and Amber and Maury and Rhea and Aydan. And I love raw hides and treats and Kong toys and the boy and girl we're adopting and my trainer Amy.

Pet-Peeves:
I hate water! I like to drink it, but I don't like it on me. I won't go out in the rain, and I won't pee in wet grass unless Mommy goes out with me. Baths are the WORST!! I try to climb out of the tub, but Mommy says we're working on that. Yeah. Right.

Favorite Toy:
Kong toys are the best! I like chewing on stuff, and I like working for my treats, 'cause it's a challenge. Mommy says it's 'cause I'm so smart!

Favorite Food:
I eat Purina Puppy Chow. Mommy doesn't give me too many table scraps, 'cause she says my doggy farts are lethal! (hehe!) But I really love Jumbones and Kong treats and Rawhides!

Favorite Walk:
I just learned how to walk on a leash. I'm doing such a good job that Mommy's neighbors come up and tell her so while we're walking! She's so proud of me! We walk and jog all over the neighborhood. Mommy says that soon, we'll go to the dog park!

Best Tricks:
So far, I know come, sit, down, sit-stay (just not in the bathtub!), down-stay, place, break, spin, off, and I heel and walk on a loose leash. Mommy says I'm brilliant! I can't wait to learn more!!

Arrival Story:
I am a very lucky little pup! My life could have been very different and scary if not for the love of some very caring people. Shortly after I was born, my eleven brothers and sisters and I were listed on Craigslist - "Free to a Good Home." Our owner had bred our mother with a male Pit Bull on a whim and realized after the fact that she couldn't care for so many of us. Fortunately, a young woman named Sarah who was a foster mom for Happy Tails saw our ad and managed to rescue me and my big sister Maya. By the time she found us, though, the rest of my brothers and sisters had already been taken. We live very close to an area that is known for dog fighting, so I pray that the rest of my litter is okay. It took a long time for me to find a forever home. People didn't want to adopt me because I'm a Pit Bull. One lady saw me and said, "She's so cute, but she might turn on me!" Several people took me home with them, but any time I did something that was even a little bit bad, they brought me back to my foster mom because they were afraid that they couldn't control my "Pit Bull Nature." Everything changed for me when Amber and Mommy found me at PetSmart's adoption day. My wildest dreams have come true. I am my mommy's baby. I am Amber's sister. I'm going to be a real live Therapy Dog. I'm going to have a human brother and sister to play with soon. I am home.

Bio:
I love my new home, and I love my mommy! Amber and I are best friends. I have a big backyard to play in, and I've already started my training! Amber has explained to me that Therapy Dogs like her visit sick people in hospitals and nursing homes and go to schools and libraries to help children who have trouble reading. They also help kids who are afraid of dogs. I can't wait to be a Therapy Dog like my big sister! Mommy says I'm well on my way! Mommy also talks to my foster mom, Sarah, all the time and keeps her updated with pictures. Sarah is so happy that I'm doing well, and she's very excited about me learning to be a Therapy Dog. She says that it will help people to see that Pit Bulls are kind, gentle dogs as long as we're not abused and exploited and taught to be mean for bad people's entertainment and wallets. I hope she's right. I really hope that I can help other dogs like me. But mostly, I just feel very loved and blessed to be a Pit Bull who got a good home!

Forums Motto:
I'm a lover, not a fighter!

Philosophy:
My mommy has a lot of big opinions about stuff. She's going to be a psychologist soon, and she's taught me a lot about how humans think and how that affects dogs like me and Amber. She says that Pit Bulls are naturally very kind, loving and laid back dogs, but they're bred to be very strong with muscular upper bodies, loose skin that doesn't tear easily when bitten, and locking jaws. Bad people teach us to be mean, and if we won't be mean, they hurt us. Mommy says that until good people start giving Pit Bulls the loving homes that we so desparately need and deserve, we will continue to be raised by bad people who hurt us and make us mean. She used a big word for this. I think she called it a "Self-Fulfilling Prophecy" or something like that. I hope that good people out there will see me in my Therapy Dog vest one day and maybe save other Pit Bulls from getting hurt.

I've Been On Dogster Since:
June 17th 2010 More than 4 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
1140370


Meet my family
Amber Jayne,
Therapy Dog
Winston 1996 -
2007
MauryRhea
Aydan
 

My Diary


Pit Bull Tails...

June 24th 2010 8:34 pm
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I am a very lucky little pup! My life could have been very different and scary if not for the love of some very caring people.
Shortly after I was born, my eleven brothers and sisters and I were listed on Craigslist - "Free to a Good Home." Our owner had bred our mother with a male Pit Bull on a whim and realized after the fact that she couldn't care for so many of us. Fortunately, a young woman named Sarah who was a foster mom for Happy Tails saw our ad and managed to rescue me and my big sister Maya. By the time she found us, though, the rest of my brothers and sisters had already been taken. We live very close to an area that is known for dog fighting, so I pray that the rest of my litter is okay.
It took a long time for me to find a forever home. People didn't want to adopt me because I'm a Pit Bull. One lady saw me and said, "She's so cute, but she might turn on me!" Several people took me home to be their baby, but any time I did something that was even a little bit bad, they brought me back to my foster mom because they were afraid that they couldn't control my "Pit Bull Nature."
By the time my foster mom brought me to PetSmart's adoption day, I had almost given up on finding a forever home. I put my head down in my crate and tried to look at all of the nice families walking past.
Once or twice, someone would look at me and smile. I refused to get my hopes up. I knew that as soon as they saw the sign on my crate that listed "Breed: Pit Bull," they would turn and walk to the next pup.
I never would have guessed that it wouldn't be a human who found me, but a Therapy Dog who was half-Pit herself, with a heart of gold.
Yes, when I had given up all hope, a kind little golden face with big brown eyes looked down at me and smiled. She looked up at her mommy and wagged her tail expectantly.
I didn't know what to do. I was nearly six months old, and I had been awaiting adoption almost since I was weaned. I looked up at the grown up dog and pleaded, please don't let me down again!
The human belonging to her noticed me for the first time. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "What a sweet little baby Pit Bull! She's adorable!"
I couldn't have heard that right. Sweet and Pit Bull in the same sentence? No way. I must be dreaming.
"But Amber," she continued, "the last thing we need is another pet. You know that. You can't possibly want a puppy! You've been Mommy's baby for a very long time."
But Amber wagged her tail and cocked her head. She looked at me and then back up at her mommy and let out a little bark.
"Well, Miss Amber," said the human lady, "You know that she'd have to have the right temperment to be a Therapy Dog like you. I'll check her out, but don't get too excited. Pits are great dogs, but not every dog is cut out to be a Therapy Dog."
The lady asked Amber to sit down, and she approached my crate, really looking at me for the first time.
"You really are a sweetheart, she cooed. She let me sniff her closed hand for a moment outside of the crate and then slowly reached through the bars and rubbed my ears.
A Therapy Dog? What was that? I really didn't know what the lady was talking about, but it sounded very important. This wasn't the kind of human who was going to give me away! I had to be on my best behavior!
After a few minutes, the lady looked up and scanned the foster parents sitting nearby. My Foster Mom, Sarah, was uncertain, but she met the lady's gaze and walked towards her. Sarah hadn't told me, but I realized at that moment that she too had begun to lose hope.
Sarah and the lady talked for a while, and I watched them with anticipation. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but Amber reassured me with her knowing smile. I struggled to listen in, but it didn't really matter anyway. The next thing I knew, Sarah was opening the door to my crate!
The lady watched intently as I interacted with her dog. I was good as gold! I sniffed her and licked her ears. She gave me kisses too! "I know you're meant to be my little sister," Amber whispered to me as she kissed my ear. "Be good and let her pet you. She has to test you."
I was confused, but I obeyed. As Amber stepped aside, the lady sat down on the floor with me and rubbed my ears again. This time she was rougher. She tugged on my ears and mouth. It was uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt. I licked her hands as she petted me.
I must have passed, because the lady held my face in her hands and smiled thoughtfully. "She does have the right temperment."
She stood up and took a more serious tone. "I make a point to not make decisions on a whim," she told Sarah, "and this is a big decision. Also, I'm in the process of adopting. I'll need to call the agency and make sure they don't have breed restrictions."
Breed restrictions. I knew what that meant. Back into the crate. Back to the foster home. I'd never find a forever home. I knew that now.
But the lady stayed and talked to my foster mom for a long time. She filled out a bunch of papers and petted me some more before she left. "I'll call you on Monday, either way," she promised Sarah.
I could hardly sleep that night. Whatever a Therapy Dog was, I knew I wanted to be one, and even more, I wanted to be Amber's sister. And adopting human children? I could have children to play with! "Don't get your hopes up again," I chided myself. But I had a smile on my face as I closed my eyes.
Two days later, I was pacing so hard I was wearing out the carpet. I just about lost it when the phone finally rang! I watched Sarah's face, looking for any sign at all. She was smiling. What did it mean? Was it the lady from the store? Amber's mom? It could be anybody. Relax. Just wait and see.
Sarah hung up the phone and smiled brightly. "I think we finally found you a Forever Home!" she exclaimed. She was crying.
The next day, Sarah took me to see the lady at her house. We had done this before. A home study. Sarah would check out the lady's house and make sure it was safe. She wasn't about to give me to just anybody.
While we were there, the lady let me and Amber play together for a while. She watched closely as we interacted. When she was satisfied that we would get along well, she brought me into the other room with Sarah and tested me more completely. I passed with flying colors! The humans talked some more. They talked for a very long time. I was having so much fun with Amber, I barely noticed.
The next day, the lady came to my foster home to pick me up. I couldn't believe it! It was really happening! I was going home! I was going to be a real Therapy Dog, I was going to be Amber's sister, and I would get to have a human brother and sister in a few months. It was a dream come true. The whole way home, I laid in the passenger seat and gazed up at my new Mommy. I'm finally going home.

 
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