Age: 12 Years Sex: Female
|Home:Oklahoma City, OK ||[I have a diary!] |
Leave a bone for Skippy Lee
skipper doo, the little general, 'da boss, mama's baby, sweet baby, pushy broad,
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February 14th 2003
attention, more attention, walks, trips to petsmart, playing with her bud freddie, tug of war, barking and more barking, geting her belly rubbed
being second for anything
rope toys and chew sticks
DID YOU SAY FOOD? WHERE'S THE FOOD!!! GIMME THE FOOD!
around the neighborhood to see who's been around, over to petsmart to see who is there, anywhere, anytime
she talks, she leaps straight up in the air, she herds freddie our other dog
After the death of my beloved dog freeway, the house was too empty. Off to the local shelter we went. Too many dogs, too many choices. I wanted them all. We went past her cage, I barely looked at her. There were others looking at her and she was in the back of the pen ignoring them until I passed by. She charged the pen gate and started to bark and bark looking at me the whole time as I went down the row of cages. She had already picked me but I didn't know it. We left without a dog, but I could not get her off my mind. We had to go back and see her again. The same thing happened and so I figured that my angel dog freeway had picked her out for me. We have been best buds ever since.
She is about 3 years old. About two days after we brought her home, she became extremely ill and almost died. Everyday for a week, I had to take her to the vets for and IV treatment and hydration. Our vet told me she would have probably died if we had left her at the vets for treatment because of the trauma of being in the shelter and then becoming so ill. We nursed her back to health and she has been running the place ever since. She is the sweetest thing and talks to me all the time in a gutteral throat sound. She is just the coolest dog!
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July 13th 2006 1:32 pm
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Here comes mom with THE JAR. I hate the jar. She has been bringing it out since she found out I had a yeast infection in my ear. Its all Freddies fault. He chews on my ear and this time I got a germ in it. Well, anyway here she comes and she takes those pads out of THE JAR and digs way way in my poor little ear with them. She tells me I am a good girl cause I let her do it, but really I am afraid if I don't she'll bite me. She gives me a lot of attention tho and I get a extra goodie for being a good sport as she says. But Fred better look out. One of these days...to the moon with him. Brothers can be such a pain. Literally.
June 27th 2006 1:38 pm
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Who does he think he is? My adopted brother Freddie. Just 'cause he's bigger he thinks HE should be boss. Had to get him back in line....again. Thinks he can keep a toy away from me? Ha! Showed him. I waited until he wasn't paying attention and then I struck. I growled and rushed in like a line backer and had it out of his mouth and onto the couch before he even knew I had struck. Should've seen the look on his face! Mom would have called it a Kodak moment. Naturally, I had to make a big deal out of chewing on it and I made sure I paraded back and forth in front of him while I had it in my mouth. Will he ever learn that a: females are usually boss and b: beaglers are always boss? He can't help it he's a little slow, after all he's a labweiller and a male but, maybe someday he'll learn those two most important lessons.
May 15th 2006 6:54 pm
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Ever have one of those days? Days you can't remember no matter what? Well, let me tell ya I had one of those. I woke up in jail, the shelter as the peopledogs prefer to call it. Hard as I scratched, I couldn't shake loose a flea of a memory of how I dug my way into this mess. I was in what you might call a "situation". I just hope I had a tail waggin good time 'cause I'd heard rumors about this place and they weren't pretty. My tail was hangin' pretty lowI gotta tell ya. How'd a nice beegler (beagle/blue heeler) like me end up in a place like this? I didn't like it. Nope not at all, not one bit. It was solitary confinement so I must have chased someones cat or, at least dug up their flowers to end up here... in solitary. There was a quartet down the row, howling a plantive rendition of "Nobody knows the trouble I've Seen". and it could have been my song. My fellow poundies said I had come in the night before, grabbed in a sweep of the neighborhood. I must've been boned on the head 'cause I couldn't remember. All I knew is I didn't like it here. I must have had some humans out there somewhere, after all I am at least 2 years old and I know lots of tricks and things. I just knew they would come and get me out. They were coming right? Just a soon as they found out where I was, they'd be here. Over the next few weeks, I saw alot of dogs come, and a lot of dogs go. But still no one came for me. The days dragged on. Dogs came, dogs left, and here I was. I used to run to the front of the cage whenever someone would come in the room, I'd bark and bark, but it wasn't them. This kinda thing can really get a dog down. I was feeling so sorry for myself and for my "situation", because I been hearing thru the row, that some of the dogs that left went were not going home with anyone. They were going to...I just can't say it. I was not in a no kill pound. I could be "euthanized" if I couldn't get a new peopledog home. I'd almost stayed my limit. On top of that I was startin to feel a little sick. Told myself it was only my nerves. Peopledogs would come by, look in my pen and move on. It made me so sad I went to the back of the cage so they couldn't see my face. And there I stayed. I heard a nice shelter lady say they were trying to get me a rug at the beagle rescue, but they hadn't heard anything yet. I was thinking that this was it. I was going to become a "statistic". I wasn't sure what that was but it didn't sound too good. What was I gonna do? No one wanted to take me home with them. Until.... Now, comes the good part. It was a day like so many others. I was hiding in the back of the cage and then I caught a wiff of hope. Ooooo...that smell. Somthing sure smelled good. And here it came. The smell was attached to a peopledog. A larger than life, slow moving peopledog. She smelled like someone I wanted to get to know. I came out of the back of my cage like a flash. I barked and barked and looked her straight in the eye. She jumped back a bit. I guess I was too exuberant and then she went on by me. She didn't come back. Pick me. Pick me, I thought at her, please come back. But she didn't. I was devastated. How could someone who smelled so good not like my smell too? With a sigh I resumed my spot in the back of the cage dreading what I assumed to be next. About an hour or so later, there it was again. That wonderful smell. This time the smell and the peopledog stopped right in front of my cage and asked me if I wanted to go home with her. She said she couldn't get me off of her mind and that her angel dog Freeway had picked me out for her. Well, I barked my way to the cage and almost climbed up on her sholder I was so excited. Please take me, let me come and live with you. She took me to the desk, to get my papaers and they told her she could come back for me in 2 days. 2 days, I thought, I hope she doesn't forget me. But they put a little house sticker on my cage that let the whole world know, I had a home. And in 2 days she came back. She didn't forget. She came back and got me. I had a new home to go to. No more cage for me. I have tried to be the best dogperson a peopledog could ask for. She is my hero and she tells me all the time that I am her hero too. We have become the very best of friends and thats how I (Skippy Lee) got a new home.
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