Nicknames: pretty girl, munchkin, sweet heart, Princess Lindsay, my little girl, good girl, little Lindsay, Lindzaroonie
Gotcha Date: November 15th 1996
Birthday: November 15th 1994
Likes: loves sitting on her front porch surveying her kingdom, and blamming anyone that comes by with her piercing bark. She is also a big flirt and loves men!
Pet-Peeves: mutant- killer- squirel-squadrons, blowing leaves, maurading neighborhood cats, mail carrier, having to be brushed or groomed in any way, having to pee in her back yard when the ground is wet, and having her photographer mom in her face with the camera!
Favorite Toy: shoes, hats, socks, snotty tissues, paper, other dogs to bark at, and pressed bones
Favorite Food: turkey, salmon, trout, tuna, sushi salmon rolls, carrots, steak, large raw beef bones
Arrival Story: Angel Adopt Stroll 2010. I wanted to find a friend for my other 8 month old dog, and I thought I should give a dog in trouble some help so I went to my local pound in Tucson, Arizona. There I saw Lindsay, who was on death row and scheduled to die in three days. She was everything I didn't want in a second dog. She was too big, too white, had too much shedding fur, and she had that awful piercing bark! But when she put her paw through her death row fence and looked at me, as if to say, "Please get me out of here. I don't belong here," I just couldn't leave her there another second. Who could!? I took her home with me the next day, the fur litterly flying in the car, with her happy smile on her face. I've NEVER regretted it! (Well, o.kay there have been times...) Luckily, when I met my husband some years later he loved her too. Otherwise he wouldda had to go!
Bio: Lindsay loves to eat paper, likes to "boss" other dogs by telling them how to do it, or that they're "doing it all wrong", loves to roll in the dirt, kick up her feet and make low barking noises that indicate her contentment. Sometimes will deign to have her photograph made by her photographer guardian. Sometimes she likes to be alone.
Lindsay Meryl Connelly passed away quietly, sweetly and surrounded by her family July 31, 2007. In her final days Lindsay was never ill or never in any pain. She slipped away from us as a result of a stroke. She was active and enjoying life right till the end. She waits at Rainbow Bridge and plays and runs free . She was the light and the love of her family Monika Jayne, Tim and her canine sister Cuailgne.
I just wanted all my friends to know that now that I'm 13 years old, there have been a few changes in my life. A few months ago I suffered a stroke, but don't worry, I made a good recovery! But I seem to be hanging out in the corners of my home alot. I don't know why... I just sort of end up there. And my close up vision isn't as good as it once was, but I can still spot a cat or a squirrel, or bird from across the street! I still let em' have THE BARK when I see em'. So anyway, my mom did some research (I'm not really sure what that is, but she's always doing it) and found out that I have what most people know as a kind of doggie altzimer's disease. My dad says, "Her body has outlived her brain". My mom and dad found out that there's a new drug called aniprl that could help me. I'm taking it now, and even though there hasn't been a big change yet, in time there might be. It's an expensive drug and some dogs don't tolerate it or have some house training lapses ( and no one likes that!), or vomitting, but most dogs improve after at least 4 months. Meanwhile, even though I'm getting up there in years, my life is still pretty fun. I go on walks every day even though I have some arthritis. I take Deramaxx for that and it has helped alot, I love my food, I still love my humans and I still love to wake up my dad in the middle of the night for no reason (he falls for it EVERY TIME!) But I thought some of you may want to know this information in case some of you may be having these same symptoms.
My mom took me to the Big Dog Swim a few weeks ago. It was CRAZY! There were dogs everywhere! First I spend time in the shallow end with a bunch of other little dogs. Some of them were kinda cranky and snappy. My dad took me out till I was chest deep and I had to paddle around a little bit. But mostly what I was really interested in was watching all the other doggies. There were Big dogs, Little dogs, black and white dogs. Dogs as far as I could see in every corner of the pool. Then I guess one doggie had a "phoo accident" and everybody had to get out while the bi-peds put some stuff in the water to clean it up. We had to wait 20 minutes. That was a drag. Then my mom took us to the deep end to swim with the BIG DOGS. Well, while she was getting ready to take off her t-shirt and get into the water, she turned her head just for a tenth of a second, and I just decided to walk right into the water. I had NO CLUE how deep it really was and I sunk like stone! My mom FREAKED out and jumped in to save me. My head was under about 3 feet of water! It turned out o.kay though. I was fine. And it didn't scare me off the water. I still wanted to get in. My sister Cuailgne looked at me with look that said, "What a dork!" She's a better swimmer than I am, but I'm prettier!