Age: 11 Years Sex: Female Weight: 1-10 lbs
|Home:Statesboro, GA ||[I have a diary!] |
Leave a bone for Ginger
Gingerbread, Gin, Gingy, Mexican Jumping Dog
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February 21st 2002
Squeaky toys are absolutely the BEST, playing with every dog that comes my way, chasing Ben, licking, cuddling, and sleeping
Dogs who don't like to play with me, scary people who run up to me, nail trims
Canidae and bully sticks
Running up and down the stairs...I'd rather ride shotgun in the car.
Being cute, jumping 4 feet high
I was only 7 months old when my elderly owners took me to the shelter. Apparently my old mom had hip replacement surgery, and her husband was scared I would trip her and make her fall. He said I had to go. My old dad didn't like me used to be really mean to me. Despite my fear of men, the shelter adopted me out to a guy with male roommates. So here I was in a strange place filled with men who were trying to catch me. I was terrified and bit one of them out of fear. Needless to say, I ended up right back at the shelter, but this time, they were going to euthanize me. Luckily, there were some really nice people there and a really cool twist of fate.
My mom and dad were leaving the DMV office and decided to stop by the shelter to say hi to Princess' foster mom. They talked for a while and my new mom and dad held me as they discussed my dad's mom adopting me. They finally decided they would foster me until I gained some confidence. It tooks months for me to be comfortable with them, but when I fell, I fell hard...and so did they. In fact, they loved me so much, they couldn't let me go.
I'm still scared of new people, especially men, but my mom tells me I've come a REALLY long way.
Ginger was listed as a Chihuahua/Poodle mix, but everyone seems to think she has some Yorkie in her, too. Who knows?!?!
Mexican Jumping Dog
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Off the Chain, Pet-O-Nomics, Petfinder Pups!, Rescued Dogs of all Breeds
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|February 1st 2004
||More than 9 years!
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August 23rd 2007 1:32 pm
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I'm not quite a "gingerbread" dog, but that's what my mom calls me when she gets excited.
I'm Ginger, and I'm a-- I mean I WAS a fear biter. I suppose the urge is still there from time to time when I'm really stressed out, but it's been several years since I've been that scared.
I've come a long way since the day my mom and dad happened to stop by the shelter and saved me from the gas chamber, where I would've been killed minutes later. I fell asleep in my mom's lap on the way home from the shelter. She kept saying something about fostering me, but I knew from the minute she first held me in her arms that she would be my new mom.
I tried really hard to prove my point to her, but somehow, my fear kept getting in the way. It was a long time before I let my mom and dad pet me without me running away, but they were patient, and I appreciated it.
Almost four years have passed since then, and my mom says she loves me more and more everyday, and you know what...I believe her. She makes sure that my big sister, Princess, looks out for me. Girls RULE! (but don't tell my dad because he already feels out numbered)
I spend all day hanging out with Princess and I can sleep wherever I want, when I want. I can't wait for it to get cold again so I can wear all the cool clothes I have in the closet.
I've gained enough confidence to go to flag football tournaments, take road trips to NYC, and I even get to go camping. I think my next big endeavor will be kayaking at the lake, whenever my mom and dad buy that cool kayak they've been talking about for months.
To top it all off, I'm Miss October in Dogster's Year of The Dog calendar, which my mom received yesterday. She already has it hanging up next to her desk!
So, this is my thanks to my mom and dad, who are WAY cool, and to my friends here at Dogster for putting me in their awesome calendar.
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