Little Man


Shih Tzu
Picture of Little Man, a male Shih Tzu

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Home:Northwest, OH  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 11 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Nicknames:
Itty Bitty, Ittly Bittly, Itty Bitty Widdle Man Puppy Wuppy Dog

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred-dog rescue

Likes:
His Momma!

Pet-Peeves:
Any time mommy leaves

Favorite Toy:
Whatever he can steal from the puppy

Favorite Food:
Canidae

Favorite Walk:
He usually stays home

Best Tricks:
Going potty outside is the new one!

Arrival Story:
Poor Little Man showed up in my driveway on February 25, 2005. He had long, dirty hair and a nasty hot spot on his back. We searched for an owner to no avail, and after 30 days, claimed him as our own. He showed many classic signs of a terribly abused and neglected dog. By the end of a month, he was gaining weight and his hot spot was gone. We took him to the vet to be neutered and discovered 3 retained puppy teeth and a broken jaw.

Bio:
Little Man is very happy living here with us and is just thrilled that he's groomed and not kicked in the face anymore! Having plenty to eat is a bonus, as well!

Forums Motto:
I wuv my momma!

The Groups I'm In:
~Shih Tzus and Friends United~

The Last Forum I Posted In:
I don't know what to do

I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 7th 2006 More than 8 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
261038


Meet my family
GizmoSashaLucky ~In
Loving Memory~
Sammi
TreySheena ~In
Loving Memory~
Sunny BunnyZoey
Xena

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Little Man


My Tail of Devotion for Little Man

July 15th 2006 11:41 pm
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My dear Little Man,
I can't even describe what you have brought to my life. You told the animal communicator that you felt overwhelming joy when we first saw each other that cold February day. Well that is exactly what you are to me. From the moment that I saw your smiling little face, I knew you were going to be Momma's Boy! It's been a long road for you. Getting you groomed and healing your awful hot spots, and being afraid that the groomer or vet would recognize you from somewhere and I'd have to give you back to whoever had neglected you. And the heartbreak I felt when the vet assitant told me they'd discovered that your jaw was broken when they were pulling your retained puppy teeth. I can't imagine how much pain you must have been in for who knows how long, as your jaw healed on it's own. No wonder you were so skinny, and mostly refusing the good food I was offering you. It hurt too much to chew your food. And the long road we've had with your potty training. Two years is a long time to go without being properly trained. You mark in the house every chance you get, and it just drives me insane. But you don't know any better and I don't know any way of reaching you. So it's just ok with me. I'll clean it up and we'll all deal.
You make me laugh every day. From how you think you're so big and bad and tough when you scare the mail carrier away every day, and scare off those pesky kids on bikes and skateboards, to how you clown around the house, and beat up on the big dogs.
When Daddy finds where you've marked in the house, you come flying to me, and jump into my arms. You know Daddy would never hurt you, but you want to be on my lap just to be sure. And you make me laugh when you lick my face, even though I know it's a good possibility that you just snacked in the litter box.
You're always so happy to see me, and I never do anything wrong in your eyes. I give you all I possibly can. All the love I can, the best food and care I can. You probably don't notice, but I read every label of every treat I see in the pet store, because I don't want to take the chance of feeding you something with corn, since I know you are allergic to it, or anything else that may cause problems for you. And when I am looking at dog toys, I'm always thinking about which one you would like best. I cannot possibly give you any more than I do. But yet, you give ME so much more than I give you. You adore me. It's plainly obvious that I am the most important thing in your universe. Your universe revolves around me and everything that I do. No matter what sort of day I've had or who I've made mad, or who I've failed, you are there, licking my face and panting your cat-box breath in my face. You look at me like I am the most wonderful person on earth. You even indulge me by at least pretending to enjoy it when I dress you up in cute little outfits, even if they are totally not gender appropriate, and put your hair up in a topknot. There's no way I could come close to equalling what you give me, and you don't care. You are the picture of a quote I have heard. It goes something to the extent of "People give dogs the food they can spare, the time they can spare, and the love they can spare. In return, dogs give people everything. It's the best deal mankind ever made." Widdle Bitty Man, taking you off the street and bringing you into my home and life was the best deal I ever made. I love you!


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Going to the vet

March 8th 2006 1:54 pm
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Well Mom said today that I have to go to the vet. I'm not a big fan of getting shots and being prodded, but she said I have to get my booster shot and rabies shot so I won't get sick. *sigh* Ok!
She said I was looking a little grungy, so she gave me a bath this morning. I have white hair on my chest and legs, and it was looking kinda gray. I play with Trey all the time, and so I get puppy slobber all over my hair, then it gets dirty. She decided to trim up around my face and paws, too. She said she's going to have the vet trim my nails. Ugh! I HATE having my nails trimmed! But they ARE getting a little long and make a lot of noise when I walk on the kitchen floor. So I guess I'll let them trim my nails. I'm excited though, I'll get to wear my new purple checkered jacket that Mom got me at Petsmart the other day. It was the LAST one in my size, and it was on sale for half off! I wore it yesterday when we went for a walk, and it was so nice and warm! I'll have to have mom get some pictures of me wearing it and post them!
Well I'm going to finish my nap before we go to the vet. Talk to you soon! And Woof Woof to my Shih Tzu Friends group!

~Little Man-a-roo

 

How I Came to Live Here

February 15th 2006 4:03 pm
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I ran away from my old home. They hit and kicked me there, and I didn't get enough to eat (Mom knows this because she had an animal communicator ask me). I just ran and ran, but somehow, I felt like I knew where I was going. Then I found my Mom in her driveway. She told me "Oh gosh little guy, I'm running late for work!" She wasn't sure what to do with me at first, but then thought quickly and grabbed a spare collar and chained me in the backyard. She promised to be back in a few hours, and said "This isn't ideal, but at least you won't get hit by a car!" She kept her word and was back in a few hours. She brought me in the house and offered me some food and water. I drank the water, but just couldn't eat the food. Mom didn't know it, but I had a broken jaw! The food smelled soooooooo good, but my jaw hurt too much to try to eat it. So she made some flyers to try to find where I came from, and got me some canned food. She thought I might just be picky, or never had dry dog food before. She made lots of phone calls trying to find things out. But nobody was looking for me (thank goodness!). After a month of looking, she said "Congratulations, Little Man! You have a home!" I was sooooooo happy. She said one stipulation of living here was that I had to be neutered, but at this point, I was too happy about having a loving home to care! I had a couple retained puppy teeth that needed pulled, and the vet took care of them while I was having my surgery. That's when he discovered my broken jaw. Mom was sooooooo mad that somebody could do that to me, and not take me to a vet. About a month later, Mom was worried that I hadn't gained weight like she wanted me to, so she took me in to be checked for parasites and stuff. That's when she discovered a wierd bump on my shoulder that turned out to be a migrated microchip. But when the vet called the microchip company, they said nobody had ever registered the chip. So the vet sent a letter to the address the chip was sent to. But they never answered it. The microchip company said Mom could register the chip in her name, so she did. This all happened nearly a year ago. Now I'm healthy, happy, and very much loved! I have other animals to play with, and nobody hits or kicks me anymore. I went from 12 pounds to 16 pounds, too. That's a lot for a little guy like me! But now I look and feel great!

 
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