"This photo of me is going to be in DogJoy!! It will be in the Sweeties section of the book!"
Sex: Male Weight: 11-25 lbs
|Home:Woodhaven, MI ||[I have a diary!] |
"Fun in the Sun"
"I got my wings!! Thank you Inky Dinky Doodle"
"I love apples!!!"
"Where would you like me to lay?"
"Oh so happy!!"
"I double-dog dare you to jump!!" [See My DogsterPlus Photo Book]
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Rasc-Bob; Rascky; Rasconator; The Rasc
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February 1st 1990
My mom. He loved apples, banannas, lettuce (anything you could eat). Going bye-bye in the car. Sleeping on the back of the couch or chair.
Getting brushed. Being forced to play. Getting shaved (although he always felt better afterward).
Fruits and veggies. He would knock you over for an apple or bananna. Milk.
To the bed or refrigerator.
Balancing himself on the back of the La-Z-Boy while my mom rocked.
When he was 9-months old, we became his fourth home. His first owner had a fiance who didn't like the dog, so she gave him to a mentally handicapped man she knew whose mother raised Poms. He eventually gave Rascal (named Sandy at the time) to his mother, who kept the dog locked in a laundry closet all day. She decided she didn't want him, and was going to have him destroyed. A mutual friend told us, and we saved him.
When we got Rascal, he was so skinny. He also didn't know how to walk on carpet. It didn't help that his nails had never been cut. He adjusted pretty quickly to living with us and our dog Wooby.
He was a good dog, and we miss him a lot.
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April 18th 2008 6:56 pm
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I was just six-months old when I moved into my furever home. It was my fourth home.
My first home was with a lovely young lady. She had always wanted a Pom. She researched and found a reputable breeder with dogs who were AKC registered. She was so happy to have me. Unfortunately, her new fiance' didn't feel the same. After a few short weeks, he gave her an ultimatum: Get rid of the dog or the wedding is off! In my opinion, there was only one answer to that...but, she reluctantly gave me up.
She worked with a young man, who was mentally handicapped. She knew that his mother had raised Poms and figured I would be taken care of, so she gave me to him.
He kept me for a few more weeks, until he decided he couldn't handle me on his own and gave me to his mother, who had another Pom at the time. I don't really think she liked me very much.
I was kept locked in a laundry room for about 23 hours a day. She would let me out for about an hour every day. Big deal.
When I was six-months old, this lady decided I would be better off being euthanized. Six months old!
This is when mom stepped in and saved my life! Her friend was this woman's niece. She heard about my plight, but her husband wouldn't let her get another dog. She told my mom. They had just lost Burt (a poodle) and Wooby (a cock-a-poo) was grieving. My mom decided the only thing to do would be to save me and Wooby at the same time!
My mom and two sisters drove an hour one snowy January evening to get me. It was the greatest day of my life.
I was terrified to ride in the car (it wasn't something I had done a lot of in my short life). When we got to my furever home, Wooby nearly knocked me over (I guess he thought I was a squirrel or something). When we went inside, I had trouble walking on the carpet. My nails had never been trimmed and were sticking to the carpeting!
It took a long time for me to adjust to life "on the outside". I never got fully potty trained. It took me a while to get used to being hugged. The first time one of my sisters tried to hug me, she nearly lost her nose! Once I found out that they weren't trying to hurt me, I learned to appreciate a good cuddle.
I had the best life any dog could ask for in my furever home! Just think, if my family hadn't rescued/adopted me, my life would have been over way before it ever began.
February 12th 2006 12:03 pm
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Today marks my third year here in doggie heaven.
I miss my family a lot, and I know they miss me. I know this because my mom and my sisters (all humans) think about me all the time.
I feel bad for them. When I left for heaven, we didn't get to say good-bye. I had a heart attack when they weren't home.
My human dad was home with me at the time. He knew I wasn't acting right, because I was panting like crazy. He kept checking on me. The last time he looked in on me, I was laying by the front door, trying to cool off. He asked if I was feeling all right. I managed to look at him and wag my tail one last time for him. When he came back a few minutes later, I had gone to heaven.
My mom and sisters were so upset when they heard the news.
We lived out in the country at the time, and my mom and sisters wanted to bury me in the yard. Unfortunately, February in Michigan means the ground is frozen. They ended up taking me to the vet, who buried me on the farm where the office is located.
When my mom and sister brought my brothers Lucky and Bailey to the vet yesterday, I could feel them thinking about me. I hope they could feel me wagging my tail back at them.
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