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Age: 12 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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My name is Tuesday but I go buy several: Today, PrePre and Princess

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Quick Bio:

July 25th 2004

I love to hate squirrels. I terrorize them at every chance. I also like to chase rabbits, birds, leaves, butterflies...basically anything that moves. I love to go for car rides and go to any of the pet stores.


Favorite Toy:
My "baby, that I have had since day 1 that I have been home and the pink octopus Harrison sent me last Christmas.

Favorite Food:
McDonald's french fries! No doubt!.

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere where people will see me and I will get attention.

Best Tricks:
High fives, shaking paw with either paw, sit, down, roll over, play dead. I "will" do stay and come...when I want. I do however know "NO!"

Arrival Story:
My family researched what breed would be best for them, they saved, watched the paper and WAHLAH, here I am.

I have allergies but having a great veterinarian (and being on the right food and medications) and having awesome groomer you would never know it. I'm a very healthy, happy 11lb. ball of fur who is very curious, playful and down right silly.

Forums Motto:
Merry Christmas!

The Groups I'm In:
★PLANET PAWLLYWOOD★, ♥Pray for Tifanny♥, ♥All Fur Fun♥, ~Shih Tzus and Friends United~, Dogs with Allergies, Pawsome Pages, The K-9 Cafe, Voki Madness!, ~*♥!^Lovely Ladies!~*♥!^, ~~~*♥Dog Park USA♥*~~~

The Last Forum I Posted In:
POTP needed for Zeus and the "unknown neoplastic maligna


Zues and Grace:

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

Merry Christmas from Mommy & me.
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Light a candle for Britt, for Zeus.

December 14th 2009 7:12 pm
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**http://www.gratefulness.org/candles/candles.cfm?l=en g&gi=stafz

Thank You so very much. It is hard to get through the Holidays with this hanging over our heads. Brittney is in agony. It's hard for her to focus on things. She wonders if she should end it now, or spend with much time with him as possible before then bad/sick days hit or try chemo knowing it will make him sick and in the back of her mind knowing it will not help....but not wanting to give up even with the very very slightest chance. She has lots to decide.

People just don't understand when we talk to them about this. I get things like, it's just a dog or well lucky it's just the dog and not her child, well it's just a dog, she can get another one, it's not like he's her baby.
Well, he is her child, he is her baby, he is a member of the family, he is NOT replaceable!

Mommy cried tonight for Brittney because she knows what she's going through. She knows about those tough decisions, she knows about the bond, she knows how loving and dedicated Brittney has been. She's sad that Zeus will be gone soon. She sad that Zeus is so sick. She sad that Brittney is sad. It's hard not to be able to help Brittney. It's hard not to be able to help Zeus. Once day he's fine and the next he has a few months to live. It's very hard knowing he only has a very short time left, wondering what day will it be. Will be wagging his tail in the morning or will he not be breathing. It's ugly....the not knowing. I hate it.

I don't mean to bring you down. I just don't know what to do to get Brittney through this. He is her very own first dog.
Zeus's Birthday is in 2 weeks, he will be 5.


;( It's not good......

December 14th 2009 1:15 pm
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*wiping away the tears that won't stop flowing* Very bad news sweet ladies. Zeuser has the bad cells, he will not get better, chemo is pretty useless and Brittney is told maybe 2-3 months.

Mommy just got home from work and sissy was in here just bawling and howling in agony. I am trying to comfort her the best I can but it doesn't seem to help. Mommy hugged and hugged her but sissy wouldn't hug mommy back and she had to rush back to work. Brittney is just beside herself. She is devastated to be losing Zeus and is faced with a terrible decision. All our hearts are breaking for her, for Zeus and for even Grace. What is that Graze going to do without Zeus? Brittney is worried she will starve grieving or herself of hurt herself trying to get out to go find Zeus once he's gone. She's done that before, I mean hurt herself tying to get out because Zeus wasn't home. Zeuser keeps Grace sane and in order.

Here's what was posted by Brittney in a post today:
Barked: Mon Dec 14, '09 11:21am PST

This is like my own little personalized version of hell -- where news that you once thought was the worst -- infact looks like a tea party besides the most katastrophic news you just recieved.

Zeus' histological stains came back. I had almost forgot all about them because of the plans we already had -- heal the wound and get the ball rollin' on the chemo.

We had all but assumed that he would have b-cell cutaneous lymphoma (since the odds of that were so good). However, unfortunately bad luck has decided to follow me and branch out and take the most important part of my life -- my Zeus.

T-cell responds very poorly to chemo -- and even if it does respond his remission time is cut into a fraction of the 8-12 months we once were so optimistic for.

We're discussing it a little more (and opinions on this are welcome) -- but we don't think it makes sense to put him through a chemo that we know will probably not work -- and that will probably make him feel like crap for the remainder of his time left on this earth with us. We will probably opt to do a Prednisone regime -- which may give him 4-6 weeks of remission if we're lucky -- and then when this monster creeps back up on us -- we are going to have to make the decision that's pretty much already set in stone.

His 5th Birthday is exactly 2 weeks from today.

*sniff* Wiping away the tears again. What are we going to do without that "Big Guy"? (that's mommy calls him.)


a different letter to Santa Paws this year

December 7th 2009 7:28 pm
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Dear Santa Paws,
Usually my letters to you are all about me, what I want....what I want. I feel a little bad about that right now because I have not seen in the past years what is REALLY important. When I think about Christmas I think about Christmas trees and shopping, presents and cookies, family and lights, Christmas carols and snow and yes, Jesus's Birthday does enter my mind. I think about you and Mrs. Paws and the reindeer and the elves but most of all I think about....well...me and what am I going to get for Christmas. I have been good, so I feel like I am deserving. But Santa Paws something has happened that makes me very sad. My Zeuser, the best guy, the most friendliest of all the big dogs on this earth, the silliest, the dog with the biggest tongue you've ever seen in your life, and by far the most handsomest Zeuser is sick. He is sick and it makes me feel sick. As much as I wish, I know you can't make him better and that's not your fault Santa Paws and that's not why I'm writing. I want you to know this year I'm not thinking about me. Christmas isn't all about me raking in the gifts this time. I wanted you to know that. This year I want it to be all for Zeus. I want Zeus to have it ALL, everything. I don't want a thing, except for Zeus to have the best Christmas ever this year. He deserves it. That's what is REALLY important is for Zeus to have a good Christmas. For HIM to have ALL the fun, to squeak all the new toys, to jump with delight at the pressies with pretty wrapping and eat all the Christmas goodies. I want it to be him. Thanks Santa Paws, I would greatly appreciate it. I love you.
Tuesday ;)
Oh and by the way, you can give Zeus ALL Grace's gifts too, she hasn't been a very good girl anyway.

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