Leave a bone for My Darlin Clementine Nicknames: Clemmie, Clem-Clem, Clemenstein, Piggy, Clemmy-clem-clem, Clemmers, geriatric goat Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Quick Bio:
-purebred
Birthday: October 22nd 2000 Likes: Cuddling-she's the biggest little cuddle bug in the world Pet-Peeves: Sophie (her sister) doing the Boston Terrier 500 round and round and round her. Favorite Toy: The arm that sister Sophie tore off their "love monkey". Clementine loves to play tug-o-war with Sophie with it. Favorite Food: Any doggie cookie or snack, milk bones Favorite Walk: Anywhere mom goes Best Tricks: Clementine walks like a champ, right next to me and never ever in front and dragging me...it hasn't rubbed off on Sophie though! Other than that, she doesn't do any tricks at all...not the brightest crayon in the box, but so sweet, it doesn't matter. Arrival Story: Sophie was in dire need of a playmate, and her dad was not keen to the idea of a second dog. Finally, after months of harranging, he gave in, and the search began. We found Clementine in South Carolina, she's a retired doggie and needed a forever home, so we contacted the breeder and she agreed to send lil piggy to us. It broke her heart to do that, but we are SOooOooOOo happy to have her. She is now and forever a part of our family. Forums Motto: Have a heart, adopt an old fart! The Groups I'm In: ♥Artistic Creations♥, Boston Terrier, Boston Terrier Bostons r Us, San Francisco Bostons I've Been On Dogster Since:
Mama had to take me to the vet for my eye. I don't make tears, so I have to have ointment put in there, and I HATE IT. Dr. Woolley said she noticed I was having too much trouble breathing and mama felt so bad because she's so used to my piggy sounds that she didn't even notice it was getting worse. Plus I ALREADY HAD a surgery to correct my breathing. Sometimes when I'm sleeping I stop breathing altogether and it scares my mom and dad.
Anyway, it turns out that my larynx is collapsing. Mom is so sad because the doctor couldn't tell her if it will stop collapsing even after this second corrective surgery. Dad is mad because two weeks after I was adopted, they tried to fix this and were told that my tongue was too big and there was nothing else to be done. That wasn't true, and now I am suffering for it. My family is very sad that my time here may be limited. I am getting lots of love and prayers from mama's friends on the Woofboard. They are such wonderful Boston lovers...I hope my doggie angel is listening...I'm not ready to go yet. I want to stay and wiggle some more.
Sorry this is a sad diary entry. Keep good thoughts for me, k?
Well, it's been a long time since I wrote in my diary. Since my last entry, I had to have ANOTHER surgery. My eye almost ruptured from what, we don't know, but I'm okay now. Poor mom and dad...all my medical stuff is gonna put them in the poor house, but momma says I'm worth every penny. I love my momma! Anyhow, I thought I would NEVER get that stinkin e-collar off!
I'm loving my new home with my new family and my crazy sister Sophie. Sometimes I like to steal her bones, just cuz I can! Ha ha ha! That's what sisters do, right?
Yesterday I was a naughty girl. I took a huge dump in the kitchen and poor momma stepped in it and tracked it alllllll over the kitchen. Then she had to hop around in the back yard trying to get the hose (in the pouring rain) to wash my poop off her shoe. I felt so bad, I hid in my crate...but after mom got done hopping and cleaning, (She even spashed poop in her own face washing off her shoe!) she came in and wasn't even mad at me. I'm glad, cuz I never did that before and I really didn't mean to do it this time either. Mom told me thanks for not pooping on the rug. I am a very considerate girl, aren't I?
Mama took me to the vet yesterday and the doctor said I don't breathe so well. (We already knew that!) So she gave mom a piece of paper and dad and her took me on a long drive today and we saw another doctor. Whew...I'm getting tired of stepping on scales and getting my temperature taken (YUCK!) Mama says I have to have surgery on December 5th to open my nose and breathing passages...then I can run and play with my crazy sister Sophie without choking. Whoo hoo....the vet said I might even learn to sleep on my back like other doggies. I know it's gonna hurt for a little while, but even so, I can't wait! I'm getting AIR for Christmas! YAY!
