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Age: 14 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Simsim, Simbol, Sim, Simmy

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

Gotcha Date:
May 6th 2003

August 31st 2002

playing with Suffy, finding cool places to snooze, snow

Snuffy yelling in his face or grabbing his tail & pulling out his mane

Favorite Toy:

Favorite Food:
hot dogs , camping food, cheese

Favorite Walk:
anywhere there aren't too many strangers

Best Tricks:
Simba says tricks are for kids

Arrival Story:
We got Sim when he was 9 mo old....and neglected. He was way past being shy, more like terrified of everything and everyone. We had just lost 2 of our 3 chows and needed a new a new friend for our remaining one. We lost her 7 mo later, and Sim was an only dog for 4 years.

Simmy died of cancer on March 2, 2013. We will never be the same.......

Forums Motto:
Chows are too dignified to do that

The Last Forum I Posted In:
I Hope I Made The Right Decision....I Think I Did

I've Been On Dogster Since:
January 10th 2012 More than 5 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Meet my family
snuffySimmy, Snuffy
& Snickers
SnickersThe Hounds of

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my life

I am an angel now.

March 5th 2013 9:57 am
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I was not feeling well for a few months. I started to lose weight and then I got grumpy and then I became totally passive and slow and slept a lot. Mom knew something really bad was wrong when I didn't get better with aspirin and her special massages. I'd had trouble with my neck and shoulders for quite a long time. Mom was afraid to take me to the vet because she didn't want to hear the bad...until Saturday when I laid down by her and could not get back up.
The emergency vet said I was very anemic and dehydrated and ran some tests. He found cancer in my stomach that had spread to my liver making it twice the size it should have been. He said he could get me on my feet again, but he could not fix the cancer. Mom cried a lot and held me while the vet gave me a shot. She whispered to me so I'd hear her voice and feel her love as I crossed over to the bridge.
She still cries, but she knows I'm not in pain or afraid any more.She knows I'm still beside her and I always will be, but she misses my furry face and being able to touch me. I miss that, too. At least she still has the hounds to pet and hold, even if they are not me.

Your Mom and Dad will always love and miss you Simmy.


Adopt-a-thon entry

June 19th 2012 4:02 pm
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I was nine months old, playing in a big fenced in area on May 6, 2003, with two friends who are boxers. People kept coming and going and all my sisters and brothers left with them, but no one took me. I thought that was okay, because that was the only place I'd ever been...except to the dogter and I didn't like that at all. Anyway, these two women came and looked at the newest chow puppies in their little pen and looked at my mother and the boxers and the zillion little furry dogs that barked a lot in their little pens and then they looked at me. I never went up to people at all and I was very shy, but they had an old mom chow with them and she wagged at me. The man who fed me picked me up and put me in the backseat of the woman's car with the old mom chow. I was very very afraid. We were in the car for ever. Well, I thought so, but Mom said it was only a little more than an hour. I got sick and threw up on the mom chow and she didn't like me much then. When we got to the woman's house, she told me I was "home", but I ran and hid in the far back corner of the yard. I would have stayed there forever, but the woman was very patient and came out and petted me and talked to me and carried me in the house. That went on for two weeks, then I decided that the house was really very comfy, so I started to go out and come back in by myself. The old mom chow kept getting grumpier and grumpier and that was because she was sick. Then one day my mom took her away and came back without her and she cried and cried and I tried to comfort her and that gave my mom and me a special bond. It took many years for me to stop being afraid of everything, but my mom didn't give up on me. Now I am almost ten years old and I am a brave dog, except for loud sudden noises, but my mom protects me and I protect her and I am a very happy chow.


Snuffy's worried

January 19th 2012 4:46 am
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Mom says we're going to have a bigger snow storm than we've had since last winter. That one particular one gave us a foot of snow or so and mom could only open the backyard door, since it's the only one without a storm door. She couldn't go to work or anywhere else and we always like that anyway. This storm won't be that bad, but maybe she'll get a snowday and stay home with us.....if not, maybe she'll be home early. She works 2 jobs at the school and sometimes the 2nd job gets cancelled because of weather because it's after school. Anyway, Snuff is all worried about how much snow we'll get. He doesn't understand that it doesn't do any good to worry, because what will happen will happen. I've tried to teach him to meditate and relax, but I guess he just can' I give him more to worry about. It's pretty funny watching him fidget. It's part of my job as his older and wiser brother to teach him things and when I can't, to bug the crap out of him. Teaching is hard because he has the attention span of a flea (and he's almost as annoying) and bugging is easy. His legs are about 7" and the snowfall amount predicted is 7-8", he does have something to worry about. HAHAHA. Sometimes, being the older brother is a good thing. Anyway, the snow won't until tomorrow, so he's got a full day to worry and fidget.

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