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Leave a bone for Rosie Moondog
Nicknames: Rosie Posie, Rose Pose, Rose Petals, Petals, Spredles, Positos, Rosie Cotton, Pumpkin Head, Little Floppers, Pos-a-ritos, Pozalitees, Rose Bud, Rosie the Riviter, Poopmeister, Cracklin' Rosie, Poop Eater, Outlaw Rosie Wales, Rose-a-roo
Doggie Dynamics:
Likes: Eating, eating, eating and eating, playing with her sister Isabel, getting loved on, sleeping on the big chair, sleeping with Mom and Dad, chasing Nora, walking with Isabel, listening to "Dark Star' from the LiveDead Album
Pet-Peeves: Bike riders, joggers, not being allowed to say hello to other dogs in the park, not being allowed to eat cat litter, cat poo, and cat food, strangers, being left behind without Isabel.
Favorite Toy: Ted the Fleecy Wubby Man, the fleecy squeaky knot, her bra (Rosie loves ladies undergarments), Orbee Bone, the Hurley, Hedgie, Super Giant Hedgie; the Fatter Than Your Head Shag Bone
Favorite Food: What won't Rosie eat? But she really loves challah and peanut butter; The Honest Kitchen; Ziwi Peak air-dried lamb and venison; Nature's Variety freeze dried and frozen medalions; Evanger's 100% meat Bully Sticks, and FRESH CAT POO...mmmm
Favorite Walk: Anywhere Isabel is going
Best Tricks: The Isabel vault; standing bed jump. Rosie likes to get a running start and slide across the floor. She also enjoys carpet surfing. Her newest trick is taking Isabel's leash in her mouth and walking her to the door when it's time to go out.
Arrival Story: Belzers and I were checking out the APS website. We had been following the story of a dog named Jed (he's found his forever home now too :-)). He was too big for us and we really didn't think we could get a second dog anyway. Then Rosie's picture appeared. She looked so sweet and sad. She was described as being shy and anxious. Who could resist those big brown eyes? We looked at her picture every day and said, "Poor Rosie." Then one day I couldn't resist going to the shelter to visit our sad-eyed lady of the dog pound. When she came into the visitation room she was only glad to say hello and get aquainted (and sniff the pee of the previous visitor). She and Isabel hit it off right away. We spent days agonizing over the decision. We wanted to be sure we were going to be able to give her the home that she deserved. Finally we just decided to go for it. It was not all peaches and cream when Rosie came home. She and Isabel got into a few bad scrapes as they negotiated living together. We didn't know if this was going to work and wondered if we made the right choice in taking her. We thought maybe she should be the only dog and that we were the wrong home for her. Many tears were shed as we agonized over this, and prayed we wouldn't have to take her back to the shelter. Worried they would hurt each other we took them to the vet so she could watch them interact. She felt they were playing well and being respectful. She recommended some strategies to help with the transition. I ended up getting the flu and was home with them for two weeks. When I was better we left them alone to go to the movies. We were worried what we would find when we got home but everything was fine. Now we laugh when we think about how screwed up we were about keeping this girl. Of course we made the right choice. Rosie is just filled with love. She's a great sister to Isabel, and a wonderful addition to the family. We can't think of life without her. I am grateful every day that she is with us, even after the Valentine's Day Styrofoam Cup Massacre, the St. Patrick's Day Antique Book Slaughter, the Passover Couch Mauling, the Memorial Day Photo Album Attack, and the July 4th Shoe Fiasco.
Bio: I was told that Rosie was surrendered by people who just didn't want her anymore. She was emaciated and anxious when she arrived. How could anyone not want this sweet pup? Isabel and Rosie are now thick as thieves. They hate being apart. Rosie also loves Nora. They play chase all over the house and love to nuzzle each other on our bed. She's still trying to convince The Moo that rough housing, and having a dog nose shoved in your butt is actually fun. Rosie is definately the watchdog of the family. She barks when any strangers, attack squirrels, or vicious cats enter our territory. She also stands on chairs to get better views out the window. Everyone rests easier knowing Officer Rosie is on the job! When not on guard duty The Petals is the resident bed warmer, snuggling up, or warming my feet. Rosie is now a graduate of the Petsmart Doggy Academy where she received her barkalaureate in Dog Disciplinary Arts. After a hiatus from her studies Rosie plans to return to write her Masters Thesis on the nutrtional benefits of cat poo consumption. The Rose Petals had forsaken science, in the wake of the failure of the now infamous Atomic Pooper Collider Experiment, but had received an anonymous grant to develop a cybernetic TV news anchor that runs on cheese. But in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, Rosie's priorities changed. She was called upon to help in her sister's Presidential Campaign. Now that she has been sworn in as Attorney General and Secretary of Energy she aims to prosecute Puppy Mill owners, fighting dog owners, and everyone that served in the Shrub administration. She plans to sentence them all to a lifetime of community service picking up dog poo in public places, kennels, and shelters, and then truckin' it to theAtomic Pooper Collider where it will be converted into renewable, clean energy ending our dependence on petrolium and NUCLEAR (not NUCULAR--stupid Shrub) energy. Rosie is not always the most disciplined dog on earth. She has a little rebelious streak that can be irritating sometimes, but that is also one of her endearing qualities. She's a great girl and it feels like she has always been a part of our family. Last year she discovered that she has a long lost brother Trevor. We can't say it's for certain, but they are about the same age and definately related. It should also be mentioned that the Rose Petals posesses the following super powers: Super Leap, Surfer Bell, Gas Ray, Massive Power Poos, Wrinkley Forehead Mind Power, Sad Eyes Ray, Magic White Toes.
Forums Motto: I Love My Shellies
The Groups I'm In: (For the love of) SQUEAKY TOYS!!!, Angus' Angels, Grateful Dogs, Home Cooked Food and Recipes, Isabel and Rosie's Big Shrimpy, Jodidogs Support, Naughty Pup Club, PARADISE, Petfinder Pups!, President Isabel's Animal Abuse Commission, President Isabel's BSL Task Force, The Dogster Force, The Isabel White House, Triangle Tails, We're Against Animal Cruelty!, Zippity Doo's Bag o'Poo
Bestest Dogster Pal: Cat Poop Padawan Beatrix Kiddo
You are 5 years old now by best guest, and we just celebrated your fourth rebirthday; four years since you became a part of our pack, and little sister to our now cosmic Isabel. It was a bittersweet celebration. I would have preferred it have been in the physical presence of your dear Shellies whom you loved with all your heart, but your new sister Shelly has been a much needed distraction for you, and I can tell how much you are enjoying having someone to play with again. It will take time for the true sister bond to come out, but I can already see you mentoring Shelly, just as Isabel took you under her wing when you arrived. You taught Shelly how to sit pretty in less than a day, and how to lay down. You've been very patiently coaching her in the fine points of take away, a game you and Isabel instantly developed.
I know that Shelly may not be the other half the way Isabel was, but she loves you so, and looks to you for guidance. I was particularly touched by how you showed her the gentle way to approach The Moo, just like Isabel tried to do with you. Though you still insist on tackling him and licking his head from time to time, Isabel's lessons obviously took because you showed Shelly how to nuzzle and not get bopped in the face.
You have been very brave through all of this, and have been a great source of comfort to me during these days of heavy grieving. A piece of our hearts have been torn out and we are both bereft. But you soldier on with Shelly and give her the love she needs, and are teaching me how to learn to be open to that new love, while still honoring our cosmic girl. In the grand scheme of things I guess we would not have brought a new dog home so soon, but she chose us for a reason. She has brought back the love and exuberance that was our Isabel, something we were lacking and hurting without. And the more time goes on, the more I think Isabel visits us through Shelly, letting her spirit come in so she can say hello and kiss us.
I love you Rosie so much. You are my dear and precious Petals. Let's have a great year in spite of our loss, and bring Shelly in and love her the way Isabel loved us...full tilt all the time.
I won't go through the whole year rehash with you. I know you don't need it. We've had a lot of changes, and you've handled it all quite well. You have showered love on Mama San, maybe a little more enthusiastically than she would like sometimes. And you couldn't be happier about your new playmate Banjo. It's hard to believe that a cat and a dog could be separated at birth, but somehow it happened, and you have been reunited. Your shared gluttony, clumsiness, and stubbornness astound us every day. Just as amazing is that Banjo lets you put his head in your mouth making him soaking wet. You guys are weird.
It still seems like yesterday that we saw your sad little face on the APS website lookin' so sad. Right now you are sleeping beside me, warming up Mama San's side of the bed. You are my vigilant snuggler, keeping us warm, and protecting us against angry squirrels, errant birds, dastardly mail carries, and delivery men. Though there was one time this past year when those watch dog skills you've been honing came in handy. When that stranger was at the door the only thing protecting him from becoming one with his maker was a glass window not much thicker than my thumbnail. Thank you for your bravery and quick instincts girl.
You are a great friend, and I love you in spite of all your bad habits, attempts at coffee drinking, and barking fits in the barkatorium. And as crazy as I thought you were for fishing a used condom out of the trash can and pooping it out on the lawn, I have to respect you for doing it twice.
You're nuts, but I love you my Spreadles. May the new year be one of continued good health, good food, and warm snuggles.
I had to go to the vet today to get my leptospirosis booster. Dad says they only last 6-8 months so he didn't want to wait until February to get mine done, especially with all the possum, racoons, and stray dogs roamin' our neighborhood.
Some people are afraid of getting their dogs the shots. We've done some research and found that the vaccine is a lot safer now than it used to be. There's a company that makes the vaccine that uses the antigens only instead of the bacteria itself. This makes it a lot less likely that you will get sick from the shot. It also means you're less likely to have a bad reaction to it.
Anyway, the first thing they did was weigh me. I'm a svelt 39lbs. Then they tried to put a thermometer in my butt. I guess they didn't figure out from last time that there's no way I'm letting anybody put anything in my poop chute. That kinda set me off and made me a bit nervous when it came time for my shot. Dad had to pick me up and cradle me while one of the techs tempted me with treats. Then they stuck me with the needle and it was all over. Then I got more treats.
When we got home I got to have some lamb lung squares and water. Then I hung out with Dad for a little bit before he went to work. He wanted to make sure I wasn't having a reaction to the vaccine. Then I went and laid down with Mama San.
Later on Mama San had to ban me from the Barkatorium. The Barkatorium is my new observational command center from where I can keep tabs on the neighbors, squirrels, the lactating dog, and that beagle from up the street who always comes to our neighbor's yard and bellows at us. Anyway, when there is an encroacher nearby I go into full alert bark mode which makes Mama San a bit cranky, especially when she's trying to sleep. So I got banned from the Barkatorium today. Wasn't the first time, and won't be the last!
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