Age: 12 Years Sex: Male Weight: 1-10 lbs
|Home:Tallahassee, FL ||[I have a diary!] |
Leave a bone for Peanut
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August 23rd 2002
Definitely tummy-rubs and treats - not necessarily in that order...
Unfriendly dogs, going outside when it's too hot/too cold/too rainy, elevators and other confined spaces, and being told "no".
Definitely his fuzzy bones, especially the ones that are three times bigger than his head.
Bil-Jac Dog Food, Greenies, Pet Botanics rolled dog food cut into little pieces (aka, "puppy-crack"), raw baby carrots, turkey, chicken, pizza crust, and CHEESE.
PetsMart, Tallahassee Mall (love the air conditioning!), and Lake Ella - when the weather meets with his approval, of course.
Dancing in circles, kissing for treats, "sit", "down", "stay", "come", "wait", "leave it/take it", "go to bed" - more obedience stuff than tricks, but we're gonna work on those next.
We went in a mall pet store while waiting for a movie one night in December 2002, and there was a 14-week old ball of peanut-colored fluff - otherwise known as a Pomeranian puppy - that had come from Midnight Acres Kennels in Missouri. It was love at first sight! Before we ever agreed we HAD to buy him (whether we could afford him or not!), we had already named him and bonded with him. A week later, "Peanut" (known to the AKC as "Midnight Prince Vincent") came home to become the newest member of our family. He's been Mommy's heart and Daddy's little man ever since!
Peanut has 3 champions in his sire's bloodline. He is now 7 years old. He has completed Puppy HeadStart, Basic Training, Intermediate Obedience, and Advanced Obedience; he is a certified Canine Good Citizen, a Delta Society Registered Pet Partner and a R.E.A.D. dog. Peanut has been doing therapy work for over 5 years now, and is frequently asked to be the "neutral dog" for testing purposes when other pets are being evaluated for acceptance into the program. He also responds to the majority of his basic commands in American Sign Language, which allows him to interact with the Deaf community. Lastly, Peanut is learning to work with "special" children (developmentally disabled, autistic, etc.), especially those who have a phobia of dogs - helping them to manage and even reduce their fear for the sake of their own safety. We couldn't be more proud of all he has accomplished!
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|February 9th 2005
||More than 9 years!
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March 7th 2007 7:27 am
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Well, it's official - I'm bored out of my skull.
My stitches are out, and the doc says that I'm making real good progress. He even said I could have a bath this week (week 4 of 6), and that I could go out to the park or on visits as long as I stay in my crate. Mommy has been so good about taking me out for fresh air and sunshine, and also some social interaction - we even got to go read with the kids last Saturday! She's really doing all she can to make this bearable for me.
But... I still can't go sleep next to her bed at night. I still can't chase my kitty sisters when the notion strikes me. I can't go visit anywhere that my crate is not appropriate. I can't DO anything, except lay here in my pen or in my crate - although Mommy DID give me a new pig ear to rip into, which helped with some of my frustration. I know she hates it when I cry because I have to stay in here, but I can't help it. I could sit with her on the couch and watch TV in the evening, if it wasn't for the fact that I forget I'm not supposed to walk around much yet, or get on and off the couch by myself. It's just that I'm so used to following her everywhere, on my own four feet. She usually plays tug and fetch with me, but I'm not supposed to do that yet. 16 more days...
Mommy has some new pictures from right after my surgery and my recovery, and she wants to post them here, it's just that she's been real busy. I told her it was FINE with me if she didn't put up the ones that show my embarrassing bald patch where they shaved one of my hind quarters before the surgery, but she keeps telling me I have nothing to be ashamed of. Easy for her to say; no one shaved off a quarter of HER hair. But she insists that my humiliation will somehow be an encouragement to other doggies who have to go through this. Anyway, those pictures will probably appear soon, so stay tuned.
That's all for now. I have yet another nap to take...
February 15th 2007 9:01 pm
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I'm sad to say that I've been sorely neglecting my diary... and it has now caught up with me!
A while back, I wrote of my frustrations about being confined (jailed is more like it!) after having this AWFUL operation. But, eventually I served my time and gained my freedom, and have been footloose and fancy-free ever since! Things had been going great; my leg was good as new!
Or so I thought.
Last week, the problem came back - with a vengeance. Suffice it to say that it HURT!!! Mommy rushed me off to see Dr. Randy, who confirmed the diagnosis and rushed me off to surgery. Now I'm spending ANOTHER six weeks in solitary (on limited rations, no less!), and twice a day Mommy stuffs nasty pills down my throat! She usually doesn't make me eat anything I don't want, but she won't budge on this. I've tried spitting them out, sitting or laying on them, losing them in my chest fur, everything. Worse, since I've started fussing, she won't even give them to me with peanut butter anymore - she just shoves them down my throat! UGH!!! And as if this isn't humiliating enough... can you believe she's threatening to put one of those cones on my head?!?!? I mean, can I help it if the darn stitches itch??? Gee whiz, I truly feel like an incarcerated criminal. I used to have the run of the house (well, except for the kitties' room), but now all I get is a 4x4 pen in the middle of the kitchen floor, and it's really a jail cell - a cot (crate pad), food and water bowl (and the food bowl is usually empty), and a toilet (potty pad) - that's my life for the next six weeks!!! *pout*
Guess I'll have time to catch up on my journaling...
January 11th 2006 6:54 am
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Happy New Year! At least, I hope it will be.
2005 was a rough year for Mommy. She started out really sick, then I had surgery, then we started our pet therapy training, then later Mommy changed jobs... then HER mommy passed away the day before my birthday, then Mommy had a birthday (she hates them for some reason), then there was Dog-O-Ween, and then she broke her foot... and next thing you know, it was holiday time. Now that things are settling down for her, I hope she'll have more time to help me with my diary. Typing just is NOT my forte...
I miss Grand-Mommy. I know Mommy does, too. I hope she's waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge one day... but until then, I really want to do all I can to make her proud!
So, are you ready for this? Mommy and I participated in the Santa Paws Walk (a local event to help raise awareness and funds for temporarily sheltered pets) this year. It was so much fun... I got my picture taken with Santa, met all kinds of cool dogs and neat people - and I even won a trophy! "2005 Hairiest Dog Award"!!! How cool is that?!? Not that having all that hair is much of a bonus in Florida, but still... it was fun to bring home my first trophy! *doggie grin* Mommy got a t-shirt and tote bag, and a bunch of other little gifts, and I got lots of treats and some new toys out of the deal. I can hardly wait until next year's Walk!
Okay, all this journaling has tired me out - time for a nice nap! *snore*
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