Nicknames: Cutiez, Sweetie-Pie, Baby, Precious, Cheeky-Gutz, Cutie-Pie, Jo,
Birthday: December 11th 2005
Likes: Going O-U-T-S-I-D-E
Pet-Peeves: Her Stomach Lining MEdicine...Boy what a struggle!!
Favorite Toy: Socks-grrrrrr,
Favorite Food: ANYTHING...but mostly Cheese
Favorite Walk: So far she has only been out in the courtyard and she LOVES it with a capital L!
Best Tricks: Toilet trained, Sit, Shake, Down, roll over, come, up, bow,CHEESE ( she comes when she hears it! )
Arrival Story: Okay, so I was born on dec 11th 2005 in Perth, Australia in the house of Dawn Cull. I'm not sure if I was first but I had a sis and a bro. My bro was chubby, my sis was lazy...If I do say so myself, I reckon I'm the PICK of the litter! I survived on mommys milk and pup pal food with 5 small portions a day. I always ate the most..hehe but I was the smallest. At the young age of 4 weeks old, mommy, who had ben searching for a while now, came through my door. She picked me up straight away and just knew that I was the do for her..I licked her face all over while my sis, being cute, decided to flop on daddads shoe and refuse to hop off. My bro was goig to the house nex door ( the father's ) but mommy didn't care, she wanted a princess not a mud truck!'s
Well, it is true..Just because it's also in my additional biographical information doesn't mean I'm lazy..*wink*..
"Mama, would you please turn on the Flyball? The remot controls run out of battery..oh puh-lease?? *puppy-dog eyes*"
*evil maniacal laughter..MUHAHAHAH*
Bio: Okay, so I was born on dec 11th 2005 in Perth, Australia in the house of Dawn Cull. I'm not sure if I was first but I had a sis and a bro. My bro was chubby, my sis was lazy...If I do say so myself, I reckon I'm the PICK of the litter! I survived on mommys milk and pup pal food with 5 small portions a day. I always ate the most..hehe but I was the smallest. At the young age of 4 weeks old, mommy, who had ben searching for a while now, came through my door. She picked me up straight away and just knew that I was the do for her..I licked her face all over while my sis, being cute, decided to flop on daddads shoe and refuse to hop off. My bro was goig to the house nex door ( the father's ) but mommy didn't care, she wanted a princess not a mud truck!
Mommy waited NOT-SO patiently for 2 weeks and picked me up at 6 because the vet said we, as in my bro, sis and I, were ready to leave. Mommy knew that Tash ( my dogmom) and Dawn would be kinda worried so she recently emailed them to let them know how I was doing!
At 7-8 weeks old, I developed Puppy Strangles. But that was not known until it became a much more serious sickness. We had at first suspected a normal fver which, with more symptoms, we suspected Distemper, which can kill. There is no known treatment so all we could do was hope. Theen, I developed the symptom that revealed all. Blisters on my chin and nose. That was a symptom of Puppy Strangles but not Distemper. Distemper was uncurable, but Puppy Strangles was not, so I took the medicine ( steroids ) after sending a blood test to find out if my body's fighting back was strong enough. IT was! so I was able to take the steroids. I am now on the road to recovery!
Hello. You have reached 123-4567, Tender Hearts Rescue. Due to the high volume of calls we have been receiving, please listen closely to the following options and choose the one that best describes you or your
Press 1 if you think we are veterinarians and want free medical advice.
Press 2 if you know we are a rescue organization but want to save money and have us give you free, untrained medical advice anyway.
Press 3 if you make $200,000 a year but still want us to pay to spay the "stray" in your yard (house).
Press 4 if you have a 10-year-old dog and your 15-year-old son has suddenly become allergic and you need to find the dog a new home right away.
Press 5 if you have three dogs, had a baby and want to get rid of your dogs because you are the only person in the world to have a baby and dogs at the same time.
Press 6 if your dog is sick and needs a vet but you need the money for your vacation.
Press 7 if you just got a brand new puppy and your old dog is having problems adjusting so you want to get rid of the old one right away.
Press 8 if your little puppy has grown up and is no longer small and cute and you want to trade it in for a new model.
Press 9 if you are elderly and want to adopt a cute puppy who is not active and is going to outlive you.
Press 10 if your relative has died and you don’t want to care for their elderly dog because it doesn’t fit your lifestyle.
Press 11 if you are moving TODAY and need to immediately place your 150 pound, 8-year-old dog.
Press 12 if you want an unpaid volunteer to come to your home TODAY and pick up the dog you no longer want.
Press 13 if you have been feeding and caring for a "stray" for the last three years, are moving and suddenly determine it’s not your dog.
Press 14 if you are calling at 6 a.m. to make sure you wake me up before I have to go to work so you can drop a dog off on your way to work.
Press 15 to leave us an anonymous garbled message, letting us know you have left a dog in our yard in the middle of January, which is in fact, better than just leaving the dog with no message.
Press 16 if you are going to get angry because we are not going to take your dog that you have had for 15 years, because it is not our responsibility.
Press 17 if you are going to threaten to take your ten-year-old dog to be euthanized because I won’t take it.
Press18 if you're going to get angry because the volunteers had the audacity to go on vacation and leave the dogs in care of a trusted volunteer who is not authorized to take your personal pet.
Press 19 if you want one of our perfectly trained, housebroken, kid and cat friendly purebred tiny dogs that we have an abundance of.
Press 20 if you want us to take your dog that has a slight aggression problem, i.e. has only bitten a few people and killed your neighbors’ cats.
Press 21 if you have already called once and been told we don’t take personal surrenders but thought you would get a different person this time with a different answer.
Press 22 if you want us to use space that would go to a stray to board your personal dog while you are on vacation, free of charge, of course.
Press 23 if it is Christmas Eve or Easter morning and you want me to deliver an eight-week-old puppy to your house by 6:30 am before your kids wake up.
Press 24 if you have bought your children a duckling, chick or baby bunny for Easter and it is now Christmas and no longer cute.
Press 25 if you want us to take your female dog who has already had ten litters, but we can’t spay her because she is pregnant again and it is against your religion.
Press 26 if you're lying to make one of our younger volunteers feel bad and take your personal pet off your hands.
Press 27 if your cat is biting and not using the litter box because it is declawed, but you are not willing to accept the responsibility that the cat's behavior is altered because of your nice furniture.
Press 28 if your two-year-old male dog is marking all over your house but you just haven't gotten around to having him neutered.
Press 29 if you previously had an outdoor only dog and are calling because she is suddenly pregnant.
Press 30 if you have done "everything" to housebreak your dog and have had no success but you don't want to crate the dog because it is cruel.
Press 31 if you didn't listen to the message asking for an evening phone number and you left your work number when all volunteers are also working and you are angry because no one called you back.
Press 32 if you need a puppy immediately and cannot wait because today is your daughter’s birthday and you forgot when she was born.
Press 33 if your dog's coat doesn't match your new furniture and you need a different color or breed.
Press 34 if your new love doesn't like your dog and you are too stupid to get rid of the new friend (who will dump you in the next month
anyway) instead of the dog.
Press 35 if you went through all these presses and didn’t hear enough.
This press will connect you to the sounds of tears being shed by one of our volunteers who is holding a discarded old dog while the vet mercifully frees him from the grief of missing his family.
WE SALUTE YOU, RESCUERS AND VOLUNTEERS!!! –Author Unknown
We encourage everyone to make a copy of this, post it on your bulletin board at work or at the market, and pass it on. The general public is incredibly ignorant about the impact they have on their own pets and the rescue groups when they give up their pet. Maybe this will help. Maybe.
I am absolutely sorry for the missing updates! I guess mommy wouldn't let me use the computer that much anyway. Electricity bills are a bum :P
However, I think the one thing I MUST and absolutely MUST mention, is a very belated and very Merry Christmas to everybody. Whether they had a white one, or one that meant the more ice-cream the merrier, Merry Christmas.
Mine started out as a normal, average, puppy-to-puppy day. She's such a sleepy-head, mommy didn't even wake up early to open her presents! I had to wake her up with my barking, she slept so late!
Once she did awaken from her peacful slumber (by force too), she did her usual morning stuff. Halfway through breakfast, with family (all older than her) she caught a eyeful of the Christmas tree she and her cousin put up together.
It was Christmas, and she only knew it then! And on with the usualy rush of presnt-wrapper openening most kids experience on Christmas day. After two years of being overseas for Christmas, mommy finally had one at home again. One to spend with family, friends and me :D
So sometime around lunch, the party started. I barked for all my wortha t the millions and millions
of guests that had all come to see me. Plenty of presents for all the children, and even I got a good three! Thankies auntie. You know me too well. I loved the cheese!
I won't go on about all the presents, because that's boring and unimportant. All I can say is mommy sure is a good present-picker. Mommom doesn't know how she survived without mommy when the time comes for Christmas shopping. At first, daddad insited mommy be the Santa Claus and hand out all the presents, as mommy (being twelve, yay!) was the oldest besides big brother. Big brother couldn't do the job anyway... the Christmas hat was for a girl... -_-.
After a while, she took on the job of camera-woman! A million photos were SCCHHNAP taken of everybody... Even me, and yes, it did peeve me a little bit. At least there was no flash. Oh, the flash...
I got really sleepy before the guests left, and byt he end of the day, I was dead tired. I couldn't even make it to my room, so I slept on the cold hard ground. Strangely, when I woke up, I was back in my bed. I didn't know I slept-walked!
Mommy fed me some treats for being a good girl that day. She was right too! 3-6 year-olds aren't always the most gentlest humans to play with. My tail was sore for almost a week...
But I was a brave girl and didn't snap, which I should probably thank mommy for, since she's the one who trained me :D
It was my first Christmas with my new family, and I loved it all, I really did.
Also a Happy New Year to everypup and their owners! I got to stay up late with everyone and watch the fireworks on TV. They were pretty and colourful...
BUT SOOOoooo SCARY! Well, not the ones on TV, but the ones in real life mommy and the family took me to see on New Year's Day.
We went for this ginormously long walk to the river, which I was pretty darned pleased about. With mommy and her mp3player, and big bro with his giant and heavy backpack, we set off to the river with auntie and her own family.
The place was PACKED! From what I could see, there was over a (maybe bit less -_-;;) trillion humans and about... 7 dogs. We got to settle down until it got dark, and that took a while!
Darn that daylight saving!
Then the big booms started. I am in no way a wimp, but anyone would be freaked out completely if it was their first time hearing and seeing those creepy fireworks in real life, right? Even the human babies were crying! At least I didn't bark.
It's a dog's diary, so I suppose I better say it, however embarradding it may be. I peed my pants. Mommy's pants, actually. I peed on mommy's pants. Pheww, got that over with.
Mommom and mommy (and auntie) were all tryin got comfort me and hug me tightly, but I was scared, and I thought I was doomed. I blocked out every soothing word and pat, and was sitting in my own little world of panic for the entire duration of the fireworks.
But that wasn't as bad as the leaking poo I got on the long walk home. Suddenly, I wasn't too happy about the long walk anymore. I practically RAN my way back...
And guess what I had to do when I got back? Take a long bath at almost midnight. Poor me... and poor momom too, who did the bathing. Mommy copped most of the disgusting stuff, so she was ordered to take a bath too, only she, of course, didn't have someone do it for her. How embarrassing.
Well, that's my life for now, except mommy's going back to school soon, so it's the end of playing all day for me :(
Belated Merry Christmas and Happy New YEar to all!
Hope you all have a pawtastic day and year for 2007!
No more begging ot be on the couch anymore, oh no! Now I can climb up myself!
No more begging for food! Okay, so that might be a littl ehard to work on, since I STILL can't open the fridge door...
Well, no more being all little and cute! Now I'm a big 3.5 kg dog that's big and scary.
Did I scare ya?
Mommom made me a nice birthday cake. It was carrot, egg and bacon :D
Mmm, delish! And mommy wonders how I can like that stuff. Oh, she has NO idea...
Actually, I had no idea it was my birthda this morning! Heck, I still wasn't too sure what a birthday was. But now I know.
JoJo's definitionof a birthday: A day when people spoil you with food and take lots and lots of pictures.
Also see: getting blinded by photography flash
Well, first things first, mommy comes up to early int he morning and says 'Happy Birthday JoJo' all cheery like. Mommom and mommy's brother had gone to work. Mommy's brother is working for her uncle ;D
Daddad worked from home just so I could spend my birthday with my family, otherwise, mommy would've had to have gone to a babysitters, and I wouldn't have had a very good birthday...
But daddad did stay home! Wasn't that awfully nice of him?
Mommy played with me all day, and I got kind of exusted, because I usually nap mostof the day away, but I love playing too. So that just made me a tired out puppy.
Well, I guess being one means you can't have naps anymore. Maybe mommy wouldn't mind if I just sneaked in...one quick snooze?
Getting back to the story....
When Mommom came home from work, mommy had to go to some Tae-Kwon-Doe practise, but I got to ride in the car while she was gone, so that was okay :D
After that, we came home and mommy made me my special cake.
And it was all for me, though mommy could've had some if she wanted...
Funnily enough, she didn't.
I had a good long sleep after that, and I think mommy went out with the family without me after that but I can't quite remember.
Good thing if she did too, because she wouldn't have had any fun hanging around me! Who would, if they had to spend their night with a sleep-deprived puppy?
Christmas is coming soon as well, and I can't wait for that!
So see you round, everyone!
P.S. I feel so proud! This was my first diary ntry as a one year old! And special thanks to Gizmo, who filled me up with bones :DD