Nicknames: (real name) Shasta Fawn and nickies are Shastie, Baby Girl, Mama's Baby, Shast, Shasta Bunnasta,
Birthday: October 20th 2002
Likes: I like other dogs to play with, going for walks, running while Mommy rides her bike , Pulling the wagon or sled, People, My feline fur-brothers.
Pet-Peeves: I DON'T like the BSL and being restricted just because of my breed. I don't like my muzzle and not being able to play outside like I used to. I don't like the lack of socializing that is important for ALL doggies.
Favorite Food: YUM! Auntie Em's Shasta star cookies (named after me) her peanut butter and banana cookies, cheese, marrow bones that we call 'cookies', rollover and human food when I get it..
Favorite Walk: Acres and acres of private property with bush, a pond and lots of fun places to explore where I doesn't need my leash and muzzle with my cousin Lucy, and going for walks with my friend, Brutus, because he is VERY handsome.
Best Tricks: I can say 'Mom' ,'I love you' and 'I did' in human,sit, sit pretty, lay down, roll over, stay, come, jump, catch and hug. I used to play dead when we were done playing, but mommy said, 'Dead doggies don't get COOKIES!', so I would be alive again.
Arrival Story: I never meant to get a dog as I had lost my old dog of 20 years. Three years later, I was asked if I would house break and train this pup to be gentle as they has an infant and young son.
I have disabilities and health problems, but I took the pup and a few months later, the couple asked me if I would like to keep her. It had to be fate that brought us together, because she was my answer to prayers that would give me back some 'normality' in life once more.
She got me out of phobias of leaving my own house and speaking to strangers that I had since 1995 after a fall caused a broken neck. It left me with all sorts of disabilities and nerve damage in my arms and hands.
On good days we now walk all over, ride a bike with her running beside me, plus she pulls my groceries home by wagon or sled. She also takes my garbage out the same way.
She can tell before I do that I'm about to have a panic attack and if I happen to not be with her when I'm severely stressed or in one, she has a special way to relax me.
She is the confidence that I lack and together we are whole. She was my Service Dog, only not certified as she got caught in the red tape of the BSL and not allowed to certify a 'restricted' or 'grandfathered' dog due to Ontario's Pit bull Ban.
I was taking all the wrong routes to have her certified as my Servce Dog, but because of wonderful people, they have put me on the right road where breed does not play a part of it. I'm happy to say, Shasta now is a certified service dog and while she still must wear her muzzle due to Ontario Law, she has given me abundant freedom.
As a PSD dog, she requires her mouth to alert and respond to my attacks, which isn't possible with her muzzle on. Prayfully we win our court battle and the muzzles come off and our rights given back to us...but if not *sob*, I will have to continue to fight to have her exempt from the muzzle law to help me in the way she should.
She may not have a metal to show for it, but she is my hero and has my heart to prove it and while she's qualified as my Service Dog, I would not trade her for any 'acceptable' breed as she has given me back life and now I will fight for hers.
Both her and I will remain 'restricted' until we win the breed ban and then she will show the world what a wonderful Service Dog she truly is without the muzzle finally.
Our last battle happened at the end of last year, 2007 when I went again for her dog license. This time I was so exausted, sore and could barely stand and I wasn't going to leave until we got this settled once and for all.
I wasn't going to allow them to push me aside because of her breed and give me the run around regarding her certification. I knew everything was in order and I wanted it acknowlegded and put right on her file.
Shasta's full focus was on me even when one of the staff members asked if sh could pat her and I know the pain and exhaustion showed in my face and body that I could barely stand.
Came our turn and again I got the same story as last year, 'I'm new and don't know how to do this.' I stood my ground (even if barely) and demanded I wasn't going to go through what I went through last year. I had all her papers again even though they were on record and showed her right on the form where it said; "Guide Dogs, Service Dogs with certification: NO FEE'
She called a woman from the office and they brought me a chair to sit in while they went back into the office. The manager came out with Shasta's file and showed me that from then on I will never have a problem again. Her file finally had her listed as a Certified Service/Guide Dog rather than a Pit bul terrierl. She was now officially acknowleged for what she was rather than her breed.
Bio: Shasta has sucessfully completed her CGN course and received her certificate from CKC, TT certificate & Public Access certification.
As a Certified Service Dog, Shasta specializes in Physical Aid, Alert & Responce, PSD and Mobility.
She loves people, kids, and animals. She knows the difference between work and play and is excellent in both.
She is now employed by Auntie Em's Merlin Munchies as an official taste tester for a brand new doggie cookie named after her, Shasta Stars. She gets paid in cookies.
She is a model at All For Paws modelling the 'Talk to the PAW' t-shirts with $5 each going towards the Legal Defence Fund.
The Banned Aid Coalition is fighting against the BSL. Please check out the groups I'm a member of.
Dog Legislation Council of Canada,
Advocates For The Underdog and London Dog Owners Association
Please watch this important video message, Message to the Media
Forums Motto: Treat me by my nature, not my breed.
I know even in doggie years that it's been forever since I last barked in my diary. So long so, that I don't know where to start so I'll just jump right in.
The BSL is still effecting us. I know although Mommy never says it out loud to me, she thinks it same as I do and that's will the fight against the ban be over in my life time.
I have NO FRIENDS that I play with anymore. They have all moved away and my muzzle doesn't help to make new ones. My only friend is Enok, but felines don't count the same...besides the fact that he's me bro and his love is unconditional, but...he's just not a dog that I can run and play with the same.
Now when I do see one of my kind, I get too excited and with my muzzle on my loud 'hi' to them sounds like I'm angry. My motions are quick and my wiggle butt looks like I'm ready to pounce on them. Mom says I'm scaring them off, but I hardly ever see another doggy except when I'm working.
I get one fun thing to do with Mom and that's what we call 'Puppy Watching'.
Mom takes me out on nice days and I sit and watch as other moms or dads take their dogs out to do their business. Mom sits on the grass beside me and points them out to me if I don't see them first.
We don't go up to them. We just sit and yes, Mom always says first, 'Sit, watch and no bark.'
It's not much of a social life, but better than nothing. I see the tears in Mom's eyes sometimes knowing I need much more, but her hands are tied with this crazy ban.
This is just a short entry because I have to go real bad but I won't stay away so long.
I came onto Dogster today and went to visit one of my pals pages.
Normally, Viva Los Vagas would be playing in the back ground with a bright and colourful page full of funny things...just like my pal, Duncan.
But today I was stunned to learn my dear friend had passed on to Rainbow Bridge.
I went thru his page to find out why? how? when? Almost like I must be on the wrong page and it couldn't have been MY Duncan. As I read his diary the story of what happened was sad, yet enlightened by all the endearing poems that other friends of his wrote for him and his family, both fur and skin.
They liften me up and brought me out of the shock and grief I was feeling and I was able to see my funny friend again creating such laughter in Rainbow Bridge with this wonderful, spirited, comical friend of mine there. I wouldn't doubt if Duncan can get the angels to play Viva Las Vagas on their harps so listen closely through the hush of night and see if you can hear them play.
It's funny, but on March 28th, 2007, Duncan gave me a forever star. In it he barked, "Thank you for being such a loyal pal. I hope we will get to meet some day. Vuv, Duncan." Little did we know then that that day will come and it will be at the Rainbow Bridge.
Duncan, I love you and happy memories will always stay with me as you continue to make me bark out loud every time I think about you.
Anyone that happened to come to my page right up to today, may have seen my Valentines pic was still up. I looked up some of my buddies pages and they have Easter Bunnies and then I realized, I've been taking care of Mommy too long and becoming as forgetful as her. Maybe it's contagious, you think?
Well, I didn't put up an Easter pic, but I did add a few pictures to my album.
Mommy's been cold and shivering even when humans tell her it's nice out, so we haven't been out unless it's for doctors or dentist appointments. After that, she's so tired that she needs a nap, so I cuddle in right beside her and become her heating pad. I don't mind one bit though because as soon as she's better we'll be out and about all the time.
The last couple of times we were out, first it was just a little chilly, but not enough for my snowsuit, so I wore my boots (it was wet and muddy) and jogging suit. The last time since Mommy only needed to wear a sweater, she only put on a t-shirt on me. It's kinda snug becuz it was Mr. Monkey's t-shirt before he outgrew it (which he says he didn't when he saw me wearing it). But since it's a kids shirt and not a canine shirt, course it's not going to fit me exactly. It's the one...and I have a picture of him wearing it in my album, of the I (BIG RED (HEART for love) Pit bulls. BOL
Not much to bark about, except I HOPE my Uncle Bill brings me another BIG raw cow bone for Easter! My last visit one is pretty much done with hardly any grizzel left to naw out of it.