Age: 13 Years Sex: Female Weight: 1-10 lbs
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Tia, Tater tot, Smoocherella, Tee, Mrs. T, Little T, Teeter
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September 1st 2003
Giving smooches and getting belly rubs. She loves to snuggle with her brothers. She also like to wrestle with them and steal their toys.
She doesn't trust people right away, unless they give good belly rubs. She had kind of a hard life before she found her forever home.
Chew toys ... the bigger the better. She may be tiny, but she can chew like a Rottweiler! Her favorites are Merrick flossies and bully sticks.
California Natural, Honest Kitchen
She prefers her big fenced-in yard, but is learning that leash walks can be fun, too.
Spinning in circles when she's excited. She should be a ballerina, because she can stand up on her hind legs and twirl around really fast.
Tiara was found as a stray (can you believe it?). She stayed at a shelter in Iowa for one week, frightened and alone, but nobody came to claim her. She was taken in by a local rescue group, who put her profile on Petfinder.com. Less than 30 minutes after she was on the site, I was in contact with the rescue group and adopted her that weekend. She's a wonderful companion for me and her brothers Kacey and Kenny. They have lots of fun playing and wrestling!
In May 2011 I submitted a DNA sample to determine Tia's breed(s). It came back saying she's half American Eskimo (toy variety, I'd assume), a quarter Pekingese, and a quarter other mixed breeds. I was shocked at first because I thought she had some chihuahua or papillon in her, but her fur really is similar to American Eskimo, especially if you take away the patches of color.
You can never have too many belly rubs.
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Miss America, PRECIOUS CHIHUAHUAS, ~*Playful Pap Pals*~
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|March 17th 2005
||More than 11 years!
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April 30th 2005 7:03 am
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Once I was a lonely dog, just looking for a home.
I had no place to go, no one to call my own.
I wandered up and down the streets, in rain in heat and snow.
I ate what ever I could find, I was always on the go.
My skin would itch, my feet were sore, my body ached with pain.
And no one stopped to give a pat or gently say my name.
I never saw a loving glance, I was always on the run.
For people thought that hurting me was really lots of fun.
And then one day I heard a voice so gentle, kind and sweet,
And arms so soft reached down to me and took me off my feet.
"No one again will hurt you" was whispered in my ear.
"You'll have a home to call your own where you will know no fear."
"You will be dry, you will be warm, you'll have enough to eat.
And rest assured that when you sleep, your dreams will all be sweet."
I was afraid I must admit, I've lived so long in fear
I can't remember when I let a human come so near.
And as she tended to my wounds and bathed and brushed my fur
she told me bout the rescue group and what it meant to her.
She said, "We are a circle, a line that never ends.
And in the center there is you protected by new friends."
"And all around you are the ones that check the pounds
and those that share their home after you've been found."
"And all the other folk are searching near and far
to find the perfect home for you where you can be a star."
She said, "There is a family, that is waiting patiently
and pretty soon we'll find them, just you wait and see."
"And then they'll join our circle they'll help to make it grow,
so there'll be room for more like you who have no place to go."
I waited very patiently. The days they came and went.
Today's the day I thought, my family will be sent.
Then just when I began to think it wasn't meant to be,
there were people standing there just gazing down at me.
I knew them in a heart beat, I could tell they felt it too.
They said, "We've been waiting for a special dog like you."
Now every night I say a prayer to all the gods that be.
"Thank you for the life I live and all you've given me."
"But most of all protect the dogs in the pound and on the street.
And send a Rescue Person to lift them off their feet."
April 2nd 2005 1:07 pm
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Grandma and Grandpa came for a visit today, but I decided to stick close to Mom most of the time. I get kind of nervous around men. Grandpa wanted to pet me, but I just ducked my head and looked scared. I wish I could tell mommy why, but even though she doesn't know the reason for my fear, she understands and makes me feel safe. Kacey was all excited about having visitors and kept showing off. I'm more content to stay in Mommy's lap and watch everything from there. Grandma and Grandpa did have a good laugh though when they got back to the house after eating out. They think it's really funny how I squeal and yap so loud when Mom gets home. Grandpa kept telling me how pretty I am, so even though he makes me nervous, I was very flattered and had a big grin on my face all day. I was such a good girl today that Mom gave me a petite Greenie. Kacey and I had a contest to see who could finish first, and I won by at least 3 or 4 minutes. I'm the champ!!
March 19th 2005 12:54 pm
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I'm normally a brave little girl. When it snows, my brother Kacey is a wimp and doesn't want to go outside. But me? I barrel right through nose-high snow, all the way down the deck stairs and into the yard. Then my brother follows along in the trail I've left for him (what a wimp!). But yesterday -- holy cow! I woke up around 5:30 a.m. and Mom let us outside into about 6 inches of new snowfall. I was my usual brave self and handled it just fine. Then Mom came home early from work around noon, and when she let us outside again, the snow was about a foot deep (and as you can tell from my pictures, that's pretty darn deep for a petite little thing like me). Mom stayed home with us the rest of the day, which made me very happy, but every time she let us outside, the snow was even deeper! Mom went out at least a half dozen times to shovel a path across the deck, down the stairs, and around the corner so we could get under the deck (where there's hardly any snow). But even with all that shoveling, I started to get pretty scared because the walls of snow along our path were getting very, very tall. I heard mom say we had 20 inches of new snow in one day, a record for our city. Record, schmecord, I don't care! I just know that those big white walls are scary. I'm trying to be brave and succeeding pretty well in the daytime, but at night they get a little spooky looking. I sure hope that cold white stuff is gone soon so I can run around the whole big yard instead of just under the deck. Mom says she wants it to go away slowly though, or it will get too muddy. Mud? When did a little mud hurt anyone? I can hardly wait to roll around in it (shhhh, don't tell Mom!).
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