Wild Irish Rose


Whippet/Greyhound
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Age: 9 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Nicknames:
Rose, Rosie, Ro-Ro = Road Runner, Whippy, Bo-Bo-Ro-Bo, Boo Boo

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

Quick Bio:
-dog rescue

Likes:
Eating books and shoes, Chasing Cars (!)

Pet-Peeves:
When I won't let her chase cars, eat books, or chew shoes

Favorite Toy:
My BEST BOOTS and hardcover books

Favorite Food:
Lamb lung and Elk Jerkey, and anything inedible

Favorite Walk:
Tompkins Square Park! and Verona Park, NJ

Best Tricks:
Managing to outrun every other dog in the park with a dislocated hip and broken femur!

Arrival Story:
I met Rose in late November 2005 in Cork, Ireland, four days after the death of my first Greyhound, Daisy. I was visiting my friend's shelter and preparing to transport three Lurchers from Ireland to America (see Rosie's family). It was a cold and rainy day, as per usual in November in Ireland, and I entered the kitchen area to take shelter for a few minutes and wipe the mud from my coat, and I noticed a pile of bones in the armchair (see Rose's photo curled up in armchair). She lay in a heap of angles, with many small scars dotting her body, a laceration on her jaw. She was so weak and ill she could hardly lift her head, and made no protest as I started petting her. I went outside and told my mom that I thought there was someone in the kitchen she would want to meet. She came in to be introduced, took one look at Rose, and said, That's my dog. Many vet visits and healthy feedings later, Rose made the journey to JFK with our friends who came to visit and graciously delivered Rose to us, a happy, secure, friendly--and naughty!--little fawn Whippet.

Bio:
Rose is what they call a "Gypsy Whippet", meaning, she was bred by the Irish Gypsies in hopes of achieving a small, Whippet-like dog that could then be sold as a true Whippet. I am told that because of her appearance, she would have been valuable to the Gypsies for her selling potential, and that her littermates might not neccessarily have looked anything like her when they were born. We're not sure what Rosie's exact story was before she arrived at the shelter, only that she had suffered a broken rear femur and a dislocated hip at a very early stage that never healed properly. She had most likely been injured while living with the Gypsies, perhaps by chasing a car or being struck by a car while in their camp. Being injured and therefore unable to be sold, she would have been dumped in the night in the nearest town, the Gypsies being unwilling to get her injury proper treatment and being unable to feed and keep a dog they would not be able to sell. She was brought to the shelter after the townspeople noticed her sleeping in doorways of a nearby village and eventually thought to bring her in. She was emaciated and had to be introduced to food as she had foraged her whole life, and has a food obsession to this day, she will eat anything she possibly can. Despite her injuries she is a rough and tough puppy, who loves nothing more than to chase and be chased in the dog park, or in any open (yet enclosed) fields we might find. I have now had her for a year and a half, and she has grown up to be a clever, sometimes petulant, always interesting, and very cuddly spoiled little girl. She is admired wherever she goes, and has certainly established her role as reigning Queen of Saint Mark's Place!

Forums Motto:
Play! Sleep! PLAY! SLEEP!

The Groups I'm In:
Emerald Islanders, Fashion Club, Greyhounds, Lazy Lurchers Club, Molly D's Greyhounds

I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 24th 2006 More than 8 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
270095


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Model Behavior


Model Behavior

April 14th 2006 2:12 pm
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It wasn't my fault, really, it wasn't!
That squirrel had been stalking me for days, popping up here and there on both my morning and evening walks in the park. I never confronted him about it because my mom doesn't allow me to interact with rodents, even though the majority of them are, in my opinion, just begging to be caught and crunched up like so much dry kibble (with a much nicer taste!). This guy finally caught up with me on Monday as I stood near the fence in the park; I didn't think he'd recognize me as I was wearing a new tennis polo and didn't have on my usual collar with the Vintage Bunnies on it, but he did. The nerve of him! He came right down the tree to my level and, pointing downwards with his rear in the air, started flicking and shaking his fluffy tail like it was some sort of signal flag directing me to my target. Then, to add insult to injury, he started chattering and clicking away, completely belligerently. Well, that just pushed me over the edge--nevermind the cameras, the model, the photographer, I needed to shut him up, once and for all! He was smart, and stayed just beyond my reach, that's the only reason he's still walking the earth today. But, I guess in my excitement, I forgot I was supposed to be sitting pretty to have my picture taken with the tall, skinny girl, and all of a sudden everyone was turning away and the next thing I knew I was back in my old polo shirt and another (scruffier, more rustic-looking) dog was plunked down in my place. My mom seemed kind of embarrassed, and she didn't play with me much on the way back home.
I didn't want to be in that stupid picture anyways---that model was skinnier than me, and I will not be outshined!

 
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