Age: 14 Years Sex: Male Weight: 1-10 lbs
|Home:Kansas City, KS ||[I have a diary!] |
Leave a bone for Ticker
Tick, Ticky, Tick-Tick, Tickster, Bullet, Dart-Head, Lil' Buddy
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June 15th 2000
I like my dad, getting treats, playing with Otto and Jesse and chewing on things.
My pet peeve is people, noises, cars and new places. New things scare me. (I've had a hard life.)
My favorite toys are my "Quack-Quack" duck and my "Bed-Buddy" rope. I love to tease Otto with "Mr. Quackers" because he is scared of him.
I like food in general. I especially like food if it belongs to someone else. And I love Charlee Bear treats. LOVE THEM!
I do not like to walk on a leash. I will do it if you make me. Slowly and reluctantly. But I do not like to do it.
I am very good at hiding, pouncing and biting ankles. You want your ankles bit, I'm the dog to come to.
Hello! My name is Ticker.
Things were pretty bad for me in the beginning. I ended up a little stray dog running a muck, fending for myself and terrorizing the area. That kind of life leads to trouble and I finally ended up in doggie jail – the pound. When they found me my face was covered in ticks – they say I had more than 50 of them on my face. (That’s how I got my name.) I was scheduled to be put to sleep when Kathy, from LL Dog Rescue in Kansas City, stepped in and saved me. She took me to the vet and they started removing the ticks. It took three sessions and boy was it painful. I eventually got adopted by an older couple who ended up having some health issues and soon I was back in rescue.
Now, I’ve got to admit that I’m not the friendliest little dog. In fact, if you come to my house I will hide from you and when you are least expecting it, I will dart out and bite you as fast as I can. (I’m very good at this.) I guess I bite because I’m scared and I don’t trust people... “get ‘em before they get me,” that’s my motto!
Anyways, when I got turned back in to rescue, I was a mess. You see, car rides make me sick to my stomach and I had puked all over myself in the car. But this guy at the Adopt-A-Pet cleaned me up and held me the rest of the day. It was cold outside and I was scared with all the people and barking dogs, so I buried my face in his coat with just my bottom sticking out. Everyone kept teasing him about the "growth" he had on his stomach – referring to my bottom. Not funny, people! OK, it was a little funny but I was in no mood for humor at that point.
He took me to his home and I pretty much terrorized things. I went to the bathroom in the house and didn’t do what I was told. I wouldn't come in from outside and he had to chase me around the yard a lot. I like to chew on things so I was also pretty destructive. (He got to have several new comforters because of me.) But this guy kept being nice to me and now I idolize him. I can lay on his lap and snuggle and stare at him for hours. And I have some foster siblings that are (dysfunctional but) fun to play with. So... things started out crappy for me and now I think I’ve landed soft.
Oh, and you know what "bugs" me? TICKS! Now that I have a home and someone to look out for me, I vow I will never have another tick on me as long as I live!
– Little Ticker
I'm a little rescue dog. I was found covered in ticks which is how I got my name. You can read about my adventures in my diary which I've called "Ticker's Troubles." My name is Ticker and I have lots of troubles so I thought that was a fitting title. LL Dog Rescue saved my life. If you live in the Kansas City area and would like to adopt a small breed dog, check out www.lldogrescue.org.
Watch your ankles!
The Last Forum I Posted In:
Ticker\'s Misfit of the Month:
I would like to thank Tomahawk Animal Hospital in Overland Park, KS for being a great vet and taking good care of all of us.
A shout out:
I would like to give a shout out to my beautiful little Kika Via Diamond. We met online and she really makes my tail wag! Hey Kika! From Ticker, YBF
Two of my siblings are sick. Ojo has a liver disorder and Snappy has cancer. They are good siblings and I wish they were not sick. Please leave them a message on their get well forum page.
More dogs are born every day than people to take care of them. Please pick an area shelter or rescue group and show your support by donating your time, energy, talents, services, goods or funds. It is very important and they need your help.
If you are thinking of getting a pet, please consider adoption. You can save a life like mine.
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June 26th 2006 9:44 pm
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My family brought me home and I was cradled in their arms.
They cuddled me and smiled at me, said I was full of charms.
They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys.
I sure do love my family, the little girls and boys.
The children loved to feed me, they gave me special treats.
They even let me sleep with them, all snuggled in the sheets.
I use to go for walks with them, several times a day.
They even fought to hold the leash, I'm very proud to say.
These are the things I'll not forget, a cherished memory.
I now live in the shelter, but without my family.
They use to laugh and praise me, when I played with that old shoe.
But I didn't know the difference, between the old one and the new.
The kids and I would grab a rug, for hours we would tug.
So I thought it would be OK with them, to chew the bedroom rug.
They said I was a bad dog, I'd have to live outside.
This I didn't understand, although I tried and tried.
One by one the walks stopped, they didn't have the time.
I wish I could have changed things, I wish I knew my crime.
My life became so lonely, in the backyard on a chain.
I barked and barked to keep myself, from slowly going insane.
They brought me to the shelter, but were embarrassed to say why.
So they said I caused an allergy, and each kissed me goodbye.
If I'd only had some training, when I was just a pup.
I wouldn't be so hard to handle, now that I'm grown up.
"You only have one day left", I heard a worker say.
Does that mean I have a second chance?
Do I go home today?
-- Author Unknown
Please support your local animal shelter or rescue group.
June 17th 2006 10:09 pm
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One thing you should know about me is I'm a jumper. When I get excited, I jump up and down like a pogo stick. And I nip when I jump so I'm always catching Dad on the pant leg or the tip of his fingers with my teeth.
And one thing you should know about Dad is when he gets home from work, he slips into his old pajama shorts before he takes us all outside for the three Ps -- potty, poop and play. (Do you see where this is going?)
Well... in all my jumping and nipping excitement, my tooth got caught on the hem of his elastic shorts and we re-enacted the old Coppertone ad right there in our backyard. You should have seen him blush.
Hey Dad, Don't get your panties in a bunch! Ha!
-- Ticker, the Coppertone dog
PS: Happy Father's Day, Dad! You do pretty good for all we put you through.
May 22nd 2006 4:39 pm
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FROM TICKER'S DAD:
Ticker has to take a toy to bed with him to chew on until he falls asleep. That or he chews holes in the comforter. We call this toy his "Bed Buddy" and it is nothing more than a knotted rope. His current Bed Buddy is a patriotic rope -- red, white and blue. Now, Ticker doesn't know this but he currently has one single strand of red string protruding from his bottom. It looks like a little ripcord -- but I'm certainly not going to pull on it. No telling what that might unleash.
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