Leave a bone for Jaeden Nicknames: Pink, J-Boogie, Nu, Nu Ba Do, Stinkbutt, Jae, Angelface,Princess, Pouty Princess, Nu La Roo Roo, Stink La Roo, Roo, Roo-Roo Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Quick Bio:
-purebred
-service dog
-disabled
Birthday: January 12th 2002 Likes: Playing, Chico, Brooklyn, sleeping under the blankets at night, sleeping in late in the mornings, her "Flying Squirrel" toy, bully sticks and cuddling with her Mom & new Dad, wrestling and playing tug-of-war, running on her treadmill! Pet-Peeves: Being woken up too early in the morning, getting uncovered when she is under the blankets at night, being told she's fat, getting her nails clipped, rain, cold weather, baths. Favorite Toy: Her Flying Squirrel and Chico (the Boston Terrier/Pit Bull mix that comes to visit randomly) Favorite Food: Pretty much anything! Human or dog alike...even veggies! Favorite Walk: Anywhere her feet are taking her! Mostly she likes to R-U-N! Best Tricks: Waving, rolling over and balancing on things like a cat. Arrival Story: Jaeden is a very special dog..she saved my life when she was 6 months old!
A little glimpse of the news article about that:
Rottweiler attacks local woman and her puppy
By Sharon Reichert
Tuesday June 24, 2003
Fairview Post — A Fairview woman and her dog were lucky to escape with minor injuries when they were attacked by a Rottweiler while walking near Fairview High School after midnight on Saturday, June 21.
Nichola Brown told the Fairview Post the dog seemed completely unthreatening and unaggressive when it approached her and her dog, a six-month old female American Pit Bull Terrier.
The Rottweiler was not wearing a collar, she noted. The attack was sudden and unprovoked, added Brown, who has written a letter to the editor detailing the incident (see page A5).
She believes she knows where the dog came from but can't be sure. She describes the animal as being between 60 and 95 pounds, well-muscled, medium to large in height, with black and tan markings. It has a short coat with longer hair around the neck area and a tail docked to about two inches.
Town of Fairview CAO Lloyd Johnston said pet owners can be charged under town bylaws if they allow their animals to run loose or if anyone is attacked by their animals. Proving whose dog it was is the tough part, he added.
"Anytime we hear that a dog is out we send out our animal control officer," Johnston said.
Brown sent her story into the paper and also posted a notice at the local grocery store because she fears someone else may become a victim if there is a dangerous dog running loose.
"[What if I had] been a child, a senior or just about anyone who didn't know how to react?" she wondered.
Jaeden is that once in a life time dog for me, my souldog. I know I will never have a bond with another dog like I do with her. I will never forget the night she saved my life. I hope she knows how much she means to me. Forums Motto: ROO! ROO! ROOOOOOOOOOO! The Groups I'm In: Bully Ed 101, Canuck Canines I've Been On Dogster Since:
When I first met you, you were just a skinny ball of a wrinkles and velvety red brindle fur, with eyes that were just like jade. Hence the name ‘Jaeden’ was born. I didn’t want to just name you ‘Jade’ because it was so common and good thing because over the years, your eyes have turned amber in colour. But the beauty behind them still remains.
I had reservations about having you as a member of our family at first. And they grew even more when you and Brooklyn began wrestling WWE style in my living room. My heart was in my throat for nearly three months before I realized that you were much tougher than your mere 15lbs (at 6 months) showed. You could wrestle with the biggest dogs on the block, and even put Brooklyn through schooling a couple of times a day.
I knew I always loved you, but I had no idea how much you loved me until the night we were both almost killed. I will never forget the terror I felt when I was charged and then attacked by that Rottie (who’s owners should have never let roam free, they 100% at fault). I honestly felt that I would never see your face again, I did not think I was going to make it out alive. But the thing is, I will never forget your face and your expression that night. I know in my heart that you sensed I was in grave danger, and knowing I was unable to help myself..you selflessly made a choice to try to help me yourself. All 15lbs of you.
I will never forget that look, it was as if you were trying to tell me “I don’t think I can help you, but I will try. I will try for you”. And you did. You didn’t attack the Rottie, you simply placed yourself between the other dog and me. And by doing that you distracted the dog from attacking me long enough to be grabbed and shaken like a ragdoll.
In that split second and within that one look, I knew I would never love another dog the way I love you, Nu. Your courage and unconditional love will forever leave a paw print on my heart and intertwine with my soul. You are my soul dog, something I use to think was just a bit all too wishy washy for even me...A self professed lover of all animals, especially dogs. But having met you and sharing my life with you, I see now I was foolish to believe that a soul mate could not take shape in the form of a dog.
I always hoped someday I would find some way to repay your heroic gift you gave me that night. And last summer I was given that chance, sadly it was not in the way I had hoped. And again I saw an expression on your face I will never forget. One of sheer pain and confusion. The one where I knew you were hurt before you even made it to my lap. I could smell the blood and see the wound, that the horse left when they kicked you. I still hear the sound you made when it happened. It echoes through my head sometimes, like all the breath inside of you was instantly sucked out.
I thought you would die right there in my arms, too far from the vet to make it there. But thank god for miracles and fast thinking, and even faster driving. As we drove I thought you still might not pull through, there was just so much blood and you were making awful noises as I head your wound closed as best I could. For the first time in my life, I prayed out loud that you would make it. I begged and pleaded saying over and over, “Please don’t let her die”.
You had a fractured skull, numerous stitches and the saddest looking eye. But when I went to pick you up from the vet’s office, despite all the pain you were in..your tail wagged and your face broke out in the biggest most beautiful pittie smile. Your smile, the one that I look forward to seeing whenever I come home. Even if I have only been gone a few minutes, it always greets me at the front door.
And thankfully my prayers were answered.
I am thankful I was able to provide you with every possible type of care you needed and all the TLC in the world, to help you pull through.
I cannot imagine my life without you in it. But I am at peace with the idea you will one day not be a part of our family anymore, because I know that you will always have a special place in our family, in our hearts and in our souls. And when you are gone, our family will never be the same again.
I love you for being compassionate with every child and adult alike we meet when out on the street or doing your therapy work. I am so proud that you were one of the youngest American Pit Bull Terriers in Canada to be certified as a therapy dog.
I love that you, offer your love without conditions, you never have a bad day, and you meet every new challenge with a positive outlook. You are always by my side anytime I need you, even at times I don’t think I do. Your paw always rests on my arm when I cry. And you have qualms about sitting practically on my head if I try to push you away when I am sad or upset. You are however deeply crushed if I do push you away, and your head hangs low as you give me a wounded pouty look.
Even after all this writing, I still feel like I have not captured the true feelings for you or properly expressed the magic that is you.
You are my soul dog, Nu. You make everything seem brighter, and you have made me a better person for just having you in my life. I am so thankful you picked me to be your dog mom, I am so thankful you are my best friend. My soul dog.
What a horrible weekend I’ve had. It started out ok, we decided to go camping and we took along Jaeden AKA Pink for the trip. Everything didn’t go as planned from the get go, we went to where we wanted to camp and it was so packed that we couldn’t camp there. By this time it was 10pm and we had no idea where to camp. So we decided to camp at the Whitelaw Springs..which in the end turned out to be an ok place. Except the crazy water guy who came at 2am to get water and kept saying "Bad dog, get water! Bad dog, I have water!" in this accent that was nothing more then horrible broken English.
We go hiking through the bushes. Which was really fun, we climbed a tree that was leaning over on it’s side. And Jaeden followed us up about 12 feet, no problem. We also found an old combine that we hoped into and Jaeden followed us up into it as well. We thought about taking the combine for a spin, but we decided not too simply because we were right along the highway.
After we got back from hiking we decided to go for a drive, taking Jaeden along as well. We went all over the place, down back roads and in our travels we came across a pasture of horses. There was one beautiful paint and before I could leash Jaeden she jumped out of the door. Mind you I should have leashed her before opening the door, but hindsight is always 20/20. Jaeden was standing by the fence when the horse kicked out and struck her in the forehead about a 0.5 inch from her eye.
When the horse kicked her she fell over on her back in a seizure with these god awful whining, crying, wind knocked out of her noise (something I will never forget). She looked she was swimming upside down on her back. I just knew that she was going to be horribly injured. Once her seizure ended she ran over to me and the smell of blood, that awful metallic smell overwhelmed me. And I just knew what would happen next would not be good. Her face right above her eye was split open an inch and half deep and two inches long. You could see down to her skull from the wound and there was definitely blood vessels nicked, because the blood was pouring out in spurts. I started completely freaking out, I thought for sure she was going to die. She was making these awful noises, like gurgling blood and choking combined with crying and moaning. I grabbed her and paused for a minute thinking she was going to die in my arms right there. Then I gathered myself together and covered her wound with my hand, and jumped into the car. We drove as fast as we possibly could to the vet. We were at least 20 minutes away from the vet by car, but made in like 7 minutes tops.
Jaeden continued to fall in and out of consciousness and bled profusely as we sped to the vet’s office. I called my roommate on the way there, I don’t even remember what I said to him during the phone call. I know is I was completely freaking out. I think I remember saying "Get to the vet, Jaeden was kicked and I think she might die". I also called the vet on the way, saying to her "Are you at the vet’s office? (Even though I knew she was because I called her there) my dog just got kicked by a horse and I don’t know if she’s going to make it".
All I could think about was if she didn’t make it...Eric (my roomie) wouldn’t get to say good bye to her.
The smell of blood in the car and on me was terrible, it was completely turning my stomach. I could barely hold on to what little I had eaten that day. Jaeden kept struggling between trying to get away and trying to stay awake. When we finally made it to the vet, I could tell that Eric was not prepared for just how badly injured Jaeden was.
I was covered in blood, she was covered in blood and she was a mess. I think he pretty much started crying right there, as was I. The vet took Jaeden from my arms at the front door and examined her right away. She was responsive and the vet assured me that she was actually in better shape then I first thought. She needed stitches, and received about two layers of 20 stitches above her eye.
We almost lost her on the operating table when the vet knocked her out before having a suitable tube to air her breathing. She was not breathing for about a minute, before the vet found a small enough tube.
Once she was all stitched up, she had to stay at the vet’s until she woke up. I was a complete and utter mess by this point. I could barely stop my hands from shaking uncontrollably.
I went home with my roomie and waited till 7pm when we would be able to pick her up from the vet.
So we go to pick her up, and she is just crying her little heart out. Which is completely breaking mine. The vet told me there is a chance she will lose sight in her eye, which is fine as long as she is alive!
I don’t care if the eye has to come out. I’m just so glad she’s ok.
I took the day off work to care for her and my roomie (bless his soul) has taken the rest of the week off to care for her. So between the two of us, we are taking really good care of her. It’s really hard to look at her now, because her eye is dilated and with her stitches right over her eye, she looks very sad. I feel so badly for her, she must have one hell of a headache. It just breaks my heart every time she cries out in pain.
She is being oh-so-very brave about having drops being put into her eye every four hours, and taking her different pills. She hasn’t made a fuss over anything, us touching her, us kissing her or cleaning her eye. She is being such a good girl. She is even smiling (which makes her look even sadder) at us when we talk to her and wagging her tail furiously.
Last night she tried to play and chewed her bone a little, and it was only four days ago that this all happened. So she must be starting to feel some what better. For the most part though, she is just sleeping it off. She is heavily medicated so that’s to be expected. Thankfully the minor seizures have stopped and once the fracture heals and the stitches come out. She will be good as new.
I think through the whole thing I have been the most worried about her stellar personality changing in some way. If anything she has just become more sucky, and I have a feeling she will milk this for all it’s worth. But she can milk away, because she’s our little princess and I do not think I would have recovered or forgiven myself if she had died.
I have learnt a lot through this ordeal. Most importantly that she will always be leashed BEFORE she can leave the car.
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