Golden Retriever/Airedale Terrier
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Age: 12 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Sandy

Sandy, Sandino, Sandra Dee, Hey You!

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:
-mutt-pound dog-dog rescue

May 15th 2003

Sandy likes to have her belly and ears rubbed. She likes to run -- especially round and round in figure 8s. Above all, she likes food of any and all kinds.

Like most dogs, Sandy gets annoyed when she doesn't get the attention she thinks she deserves.

Favorite Toy:
The knotted ropes her Papa makes, tennis balls, Frisbee

Favorite Food:
She loves Beneful, but she's switched to Fit and Trim -- now that she's chubbed out and the vet has decreed a diet.

Favorite Walk:
The unofficial Dog Park at Robert's field in Bristol, where she can run off-leash with her Buds.This will soon be developed into athletic fields for the middle school across the street, so we're petitioning the city for an official dog park.

Best Tricks:
Jumping, bouncing, looking cute.

Arrival Story:
Sandy was a stray who was impounded in Ansonia, CT and transferred to the CT Humane Society in early February 2005. We saw her mug shot on their web site and immediately inquired about her. We brought her to her forever home on March 1st, 2005.

We know nothing about Sandy's history except that she was living on the street and starving. Even after 2 weeks in the custody of the Humane Society, her ribs and hip bones were sticking out. Our vet says she's a Golden Retriever/Airedale Terrier cross, with the Golden Retriever being predominant. Her fur is long and wavy, but the texture is hard and stiff like an Airedale's. She's sort of got the scraggly eyebrows, mustache & beard of an Airedale, but the shape of her head and body is a that of a Golden. The very top of her head has a silly "crest" of about 50 to 100 Airedale hairs, but the rest of it -- including her ears -- is covered with the soft, darkish blonde fur of a Golden. If she was ever house trained, she'd forgotten all about it by the time we got her. The first two days, we used up a lot of paper towels, floor cleaner and rug shampoo, LOL. But by the third day -- after making sure to take her out every few hours and praising the heck out of her when she did her business outside -- she got the idea. She seemed to be remembering what it meant to be a house dog. By the end of the first week, she was having no more accidents indoors. Sandy is fascinated by our cats. At first, predictably, she chased them. But Dude was an old hand at dealing with uppity dogs, and he soon put her in her place. Kola was more hesitant to tangle with her, but he soon learned from Dude that, when it comes to dogs, a good offense is the best defense. After 21 year old Dude went to the Bridge, we were amazed at how gentle she was with her new cat, brother Mocha. Clearly, Dude can be proud; he trained Sandy well. ;-) Sandy and Squeegee had a couple of fairly serious fights over food the first two days she was here. Sandy wolfed her food down and then tried to take Squeegee's. Squeegee was a little dog (Rat Terrier), but she wasn't about to give up her dinner or breakfast without a fight. Unfortunately, she would have lost any real battle between them, so for a while we kept them separated by a child gate when they ate. Eventually, Sandy learned not to go near Squeegee's bowl until Squeegee walked away. At that point, she was allowed to lick out whatever molecules Squeegee had left. We could hardly blame Sandy for her obsession with food. As a stray, she had to fight other dogs for every little scrap she could find. This was made clear to us on the morning of the second day we had her when I came downstairs to find the kitchen garbage strewn all over the room -- coffee grounds and filters, paper towels, an empty spaghetti sauce jar, a torn up pasta box, a ripped up Styrofoam meat tray, tin foil -- you name it. I had to take a VERY deep breath and count to 100 before I allowed myself to say or do anything, LOL. I felt bad because we should have expected it and put the garbage out of her reach. It's clear that garbage cans and bags were most likely the poor girl's only source of food for who knows how long. So the garbage was secured and the temptation was removed, and after a while she forgot about raiding the garbage can. Sandy is very smart, and passed her obedience class with flying colors. She is just a joy to be around. She loves kids and the other dogs she meets at the dog park -- especially puppies. Although she was neutered by the Humane Society, it seems that Sandy believes herself to be THE alpha female. If another female challenges her, she is more than willing-- even happy -- to fight. She is apparently quite convincing, because she is usually able to make even much bigger dogs back down.

Forums Motto:
Please, Sir; can I have some.....more?

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I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 1st 2005 More than 11 years!

I Was In The:
2006 Valentine's Day Party!
See me in Dogster's 2005 Holiday Picture Party!
2005 Valentine's Day Party!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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(In Memory)
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Squeegee (In
Liebchen (In
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Dude (In
Lucifer (In
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My Forever Home

Rainbow Bridge is Wonderful

September 24th 2010 6:12 am
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My parents had to lovingly put me to sleep on 9-15-10. I had chirosis of the liver which is incurable. For a week, I couldn't eat, was vomiting and when the vet checked me out with an ultra sound, it showed that my liver was shrinking. I was miserable. No one can imagine how I got it, unless it was a genetic thing that was always there that suddenly became acute. My parents were devastated. I was a rescue (I was only around 2 or three years old) and they had me only 5 1/2 years. On 9-22-10 I came home in my little tin of ashes and that helped Mama and Papa a lot.

On the bright side, I got to see my old sister Squeegee and be introduced to all the pups and cats that came before the two of us. What a large pack we are. As I noted in the title Rainbow Bridge is wonderful and there is a lot to do while we all wait for one of our beloved masters to come to get us.


Goodbye Dude! Hello Smokey!

September 28th 2006 6:08 pm
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Back in July my cat bother Dude went to the Bridge. When I first came to live here, he was the one who taught me all about getting along with cats. I would try to chase him up the stairs, but he would just stand his ground -- hissing and yowling and batting my nose. To be truthful, he scared me a little. ;-) But after I learned some manners, he was perfectly nice to me. I miss him.

After Dude went to the Bridge, my cat brother Kola was lonely. He was hiding all the time and not eating, so Mama and Papa decided it was time to adopt a new cat brother. One day, they came home with a small, fearless cat. He loves to play with me. Smokey (aka Moke) lets me chase him, but he always comes right back and dares me to chase him again. So I do. :-)

I never thought I would say it but -- I think all dogs should live with cat or two!


And So It Is Christmas!!

December 24th 2005 9:04 am
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This past year has been so wonderful. When it started I was a skinny, love starved stray, and now I'm a plump, pampered member of a family! I only wish that every homeless animal could have the chance I was given.

I wish a wonderful Christmas and New Year to all my pup pals and their families. I send love and thanks to the CT Humane Society, who rescued me, and to all those who dedicate their lives to animals. I am very grateful for my Mama and Papa who gave me a home and the love I needed; to my sister Squeegee, who was patient with me; and to my brothers Dude and Kola, who taught me how friendly cats can be if you don't chase them. :-)

Merry Christmas Everybody!

Love, always,

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