 Age: 11 Years Sex: Male Weight: 100+ lbs
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Leave a bone for Lance
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Nicknames:
Lacey-toes, Toes, & Lance-uh-mum
Doggie Dynamics:
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Quick Bio:
Likes:
His giant raw-hide chewies. He carries them everywhere he goes. He feels lost without them.
Pet-Peeves:
Storms, Fireworks, gunshots, cars back-firing...all these things make Lancey-toes a very upset and destructive boy.
Favorite Toy:
Definitely his chewies.
Favorite Food:
Well, I feed him Nutro Large Breed and Nutro Skin and Coat, but I think he prefers meat and cheese if he can get his big nose on some.
Favorite Walk:
He doesn't care. He'll walk anywhere.
Best Tricks:
He can sit, lay down, shake, sit pretty, and other generic stuff. His best trick is when I shoot at him with my finger and say "BANG!". He lays down, rolls over and plays dead. He learned it in 10 minutes.
Arrival Story:
A friend of mine purchased Lance from a backyard breeder somewhere in Mississippi. He was already about four months old when she got him. I fell in love with him and became his "godmother". I promised that I would take care of this dog should my friend no longer want to do the honors.
About six months into that relationship, she started treating him badly. Leaving him outside, not feeding him when he tore up a bag of dogfood she left out there, not spending any time with him, etc, etc. Finally she got pregnant and had to rid herself of the doggy burden she'd grown to loathe. I tried going through a rescue group in our city to place him in a good home. He was placed in what was supposed to be a great home in the mountains of North Carolina with a retired lady and her other female German Shepherd named Princess.
Lance was transported to his new home, and I heard nothing else about him for another six months. One day, I asked the lady with whom I had worked at the rescue if she knew how he was. She told me this horrid story about how this lady was actually secretly running a puppy mill. She had over 70 dogs on her property...chihuahuas, cocker spaniels, and a few German Shepherds. Her goal was apparently to breed Lance non stop to her females and make tons of money off the puppies. However, my friend who had had moved to another state with her parents to have her baby suddenly decided to love her ex-dog again and refused to send the new owner his AKC paperwork. Thank goodness for that! The new owner didn't want him if she couldn't breed him so she just wanted to sell him for $100 to get him out of her hair. I told the rescue lady that I would be there to pick him up that weekend.
That first weekend in August I drove from Memphis, TN to North Carolina to pick up Lance. I have to say that what I came home with was not the dog I remembered. He was bone-thin, flee and tick ridden, filthy to the skin, and completely paranoid. Needless to say that I did report the lady, and last I heard, she lost all of her other dogs. She also had her AKC breeding rights pulled.
So now, I have a magnificent, healthy, and HUGE White German Shepherd that I just adore to pieces.
Bio:
Lance has faced many complications in his life with us. He suddenly became very sick with some mystery-illness. I went from vet to vet until I found one willing to help me rather than just put him down. After several months of crying, scraping by so we could pay the vet bills, and lost sleep, suddenly he took a turn for the better. He fought so hard and overcame his illness. Now he is healthy and happy!
He also, due to what my vet basically called Post-traumatic Stress disorder, has a severe phobia of storms and fireworks and the like. Since I have had him, I have had to replace carpet twice in my house, replace door facings, repair sheetrock, doors...you name it. He is crate-trained, but he destroyed that steel crate in no time during one storm. He almost hurt himself badly doing it, too. I cried and prayed so hard to find a solution to this. I just couldn't afford to keep repairing everything, and tranquilizers just weren't working well. Then one day, we magically found out the Lance fell in love with our bathtub. We decided to try it during the next storm. Sure enough, Lance was completely calm and relaxed in the bathtub with the bathroom door closed. He actually will put himself in the bathtub now and cry for us to come close the door behind him. I guess every dog has to have a "safe place" in his home. It's just a matter of finding it. :)
Forums Motto:
Lancey-toes, I'm always on the left.
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