Autumn (R.I.P.)


Italian Greyhound [See My DogsterPlus Photo Book]
Picture of Autumn (R.I.P.), a female Italian Greyhound

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"Thanks for my wings, Inky Dinky!"

Home:Huntsville, TX  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

Just chillin\'

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"Just chillin'"

Pretty in pink

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"Pretty in pink"

Snuggling in bed after a bath.

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"Snuggling in bed after a bath."

Arnold at the foot of the bed and me by the pillows.

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"Arnold at the foot of the bed and me by the pillows."

No raindrops fallin\' on MY head

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"No raindrops fallin' on MY head"

My Mom is the best...everyone needs a raincoat.

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"My Mom is the best...everyone needs a raincoat."

I know there\'s food in my bowl...but is that chicken ready yet?

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"I know there's food in my bowl...but is that chicken ready yet?"

I love pillows. I want to be on them...

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"I love pillows. I want to be on them..."

...or even under them!

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"...or even under them!"

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

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Likes:
She LOVED sleeping

Pet-Peeves:
Arnold (her cat-brother) chasing her and trying to intimidate her. (But they did get caught in bed together-see picture #5.)

Favorite Toy:
She didn't like toys

Favorite Food:
Anything she could get at!

Favorite Walk:
Around the block

Best Tricks:
Finding the most comfortable chair in the house

Arrival Story:
I adopted Autumn from a bad rescue home for her breed. She had obviously been used as a puppy mill breeder and had been discarded when she was no longer useful. The rescue home lied to me about her background and health problems. I am proud to say that the rescue home from which I got Autumn is no longer a rescue home. I spoke out against them after Autumn died, and the national rescue organization for her breed stopped them. Autumn did not die in vain!

Bio:
Autumn was the sweetest dog in the world. She just had no manners. She had an absolute understanding of what was expected of her in terms of toileting; she just didn't care. She would jump off a chair and pee on the floor while I was watching her! Her multiple health problems led to her death a year after I got her; she was 12 years old. In her pink sweater, did you notice the white eyes? That's cataracts.

Forums Motto:
My first and last dog.

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Gibson

Arnold's and my bestie!:
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I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 24th 2006 More than 8 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
287247

for 2949 days


Meet my family
Arnold P.-
Sweetie Boy
Forever
Boomer
10/30/1972 -
2/20/1996
Roger E.Helen
Stuart

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Author: Autumn


Tagged!!!!

May 23rd 2007 11:10 am
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I have been tagged! Seven things, huh??

1.) I had cataracts.
2.) I had rotten teeth that burrowed right into my sinuses.
3.) I had tumors in my left front and right rear legs.
4.) I had no thyroid function.
5.) I was twice the normal weight for a dog of my breed.
6.) I got snacks out of Arnold's litter box.
7.) The last year of my life was SOOOO fun. I got to go on walks, I didn't have to have babies, I could sleep on soft beds and chairs, I got thyroid medicine in caramel yogurt, I went to doggie day care, I sat on Mom's lap when a big storm scared me, and I got to meet lots of new people!

 

Author: Autumn

January 9th 2007 2:43 pm
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It's been almost 4 years (3-18-2003) since I left my Mom and Arnold and headed for the Rainbow Bridge. I am sure loving it here. I can see again, my legs don't hurt from the tumors I had, my teeth are all healthy, so I don't sneeze anymore, and I'm the weight I should be because my thyroid works well. But, you know, when I am not busy playing with all my pup and kitty pals, I still miss Mom and even that little twit, Arnold.

But my Mom has made me SOO proud, because she did something in my name that will make life better for all the little IG's in Florida. She made MANY phone calls and wrote letters all over the country until the national rescue organization for my breed closed the "rescue home" I came from. Adopting me out was a violation of all the organizations rules, mainly because I wasn't healthy.

I have mixed feelings about my adoption, because I loved my Mom and she loved me. She tried so hard to get me well. And that place I came from was the PITS! With Mom, I had a really cool home, and lots of love and food and treats and beds everywhere! (I also had Arnold, but that's another diary entry!) Even WITH Arnold, it was the best place a doggie could live.

So, even though I was only with Mom for 1 year, it was the best year of my life. I didn't have to have babies. (I had been bred many times in a puppy mill, until I couldn't anymore. Then I was dumped.) I could sleep anywhere I wanted, not just a cage. And Mom took care of my health the best she could, only I was just too sick. And best of all, even after I was gone, Mom worked on behalf of me and all the other IG's to close that bad place. She didn't think one woman could get it done, but she did. Thanks, Mom! I love you!

 

I am Stunned!

November 28th 2006 2:57 pm
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Out of the blue, I was selected as one of the "Four Seasons" dogs of the month for December! I was shocked, but also very honored. My Mom didn't put me on the site as soon as she did the kitties. It wasn't that she didn't love me. She REALLY did. But Mom still gets angry sometime when she thinks of the scams that the rescue home that had me pulled. They said I was healthy; I was not. They said I was potty-trained; I was not. I was twice the weight I should have been. I had cataracts and multiple tumors. And horrible dental issues.

I was a very sweet dog, and I know Mom was heart broken when I died. I was 12. Being on dogster has allowed Mom to see what I should have looked like, like my buddies, the handsome Hayden and Sebastian.

But being on dogster is also, Mom hopes, a cautionary tale for all who seek to get a doggie from a rescue home. Beware. Know more about the breed standards than Mom did. And insist on seeing the health records. If the owners of the rescue home won't let you in their house, it's probably because the house is in poor condition, and therefore the care is bad.

That's why Mom ultimately did put me on Dogster: So others will know that a rescue home isn't necessarily good and a poor adoption does not mean an unlovable dog. And now I'm the doggie of December! WOOHOO!

 
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