Miss Thing

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Home:Pittsburgh, PA  
Sex: Female   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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'Fring, 'Fringo, Bwingo, Ma'Fring, Miss Ting, Piss 'Fring, Angel, Mo, Mo 'Fwing(o), Ma Bwingo!, Ting-a-ling, Tingo, Hairbeast, Chubbles, I think you get the picture, and then Misty or Mustang for those who could not understand 'Miss Thing',

Quick Bio:
-pound dog

Pets. More pets. And then food. More food. Car rides, especially the long ones and camping. Oh yeah, and rolling in stinky hell stinky stuff.

Being left behind. Fircrackers or gun shots. When you move around too much in bed. Being asked to perform. I'm not a freaking circus dog!!!!

Favorite Toy:
Da Ladybug!

Favorite Food:
Meats, cheese, and raw pumpkin and cantaloupes.

Favorite Walk:
Outside, duh. Oh, and the parks, anywhere with water-any time of year is a good time for swimmin'.

Arrival Story:
When I was 19-21, I worked for a small novelty store in Philadelphia. The owner wanted to get a dog, something that might look like a guard dog but not act like one as most of the kids were afraid of the dog next door. I went with her to pick out a candidate from the local no-kill shelter. "Chubbles" was in a cage with 4 other dogs and she just looked me in the eye and smiled the most sweet and beautifully calm smile I have ever seen. She looked right into me. She became the store mascot, though soon it was clear she needed to live in a real home after she chewed a few too many Christmas ornaments and ripped open giant bags of fake snow, distributing the fluffy goodness liberally thoughout the store aisles. My roomies and I of course volunteered to bring her home every night and back to the store every day. To be honest, I don't remember her "becoming" my dog, my angel, but as roomates moved away and the store closed, it was apparent we were meant to be together. When I moved to Pittsburgh she came with me, without a thought. She had outlasted nearly every relationship I have ever had. Miss Thing was with me for 14 years. She has been there through 6 boyfriends, (we married the last one, lucky number 7) 4 apartments, two cities, 22 roommates, and had some non-human roomies of her own with 4 cats and 3 dogs. The last being her 'little brother' Jettson.

There are more stories about her than could ever fit on a webpage. No vet could ever determine one breed, let alone what mix she may have been. She taught me unconditional love and I taught her how to swim one summer while playing Marco Polo in the Wissahickon. We spent many summers after that looking for good watering holes to cool off in, usually settling for the fountains of city life every big city kid grows up swimming in, but as many friends know, a stagnant pond will do in a pinch. The little freak even jumped into semi-frozen creeks, and worse, the Ohio River at the now imploded 3 Rivers Stadium without warning. Thank Dog I was able to pull her back out before her loose collar slipped over her head or we'd both have been swept to who knows where. She is the best road trip buddy I have ever had. The car seat was a 60 mile an hour couch to her. She got so mad at my mom’s dog once, she hissed at it like a cat. She partied like a rock star in her youth. She’d put her head in the bass drum when bands would play at our parties. In the summers I’d leave the door to the roof deck open hoping to catch some relief from the crushing heat with a flaccid breeze. Tingo woke up at dawn every summer AM to watch the birds chirp on the telephone wires. She stuck her head underwater in creeks and ponds with her eyes open, just checking out the underwater scene. Once when swimming with friends in a local stream, Ma 'Fringo collected beer cans from the shallows and made a big pile of them on the banks. A recycling lesson we all learned that day! Miss 'Fring would get icy paw in the winter and sometimes we'd have to carry her home in the snow. She weighed about 65 pounds. The ‘Fwingo was not perfect. Her breath kanked. She was stubborn as hell and liked to poo on people’s lawn while they are standing on it and admiring it. She hated the sounds of gunshot and fireworks; they make her throw up. Familiar with the Vietnamese New Year, Tet? That is a lot of dog barf. Whenever I have moved, or looked like I was moving or packing for a trip, she gets really upset, cries, follows underfoot, and barfs. Even if you take her on every trip from the new to old digs, she throws up until the move is complete. I know some idiots moved and turned her loose on the streets of Philadelphia. My gain. When she got older her face turned white under an Eddie Munster black widow’s peak. She was covered with a dozen or more fatty old-dog tumors that we called her eggs. She snored like lumberjack’s saw at night. She heard when she wanted to and didn't when it was more fun. On 1-3-04, just days after a New Year's Eve party she practically co-hosted with us, she collapsed. We came home from an evening with friends and knew she was in trouble. I laid with her on her bed for the last few hours, hoping she could get to sleep until we realized she was going. Jett sat in a corner watching asI held one of her paws and my husband pet her as she stopped breathing and went very peacefully. Of course, we are crushed and miss her so terribly, but we know she is happy and safe chasing squirrels and likely rolling in stinky things and swimming somewhere nice. She still smiles at me, just like the first moment I saw her. We love you Miss Thing.

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