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Leave a bone for Nick Nicknames: King Nick, Mr. Nick, Crazy Boy, Nicholas James, Nickle-bee, Mr. Nicky, Nickelodeon, Nicky, Mr. Jones, Nicklebee Jones, Old Saint Nick Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Quick Bio:
-dog rescue
Birthday: May 17th 2002 Likes: I like to play with my sister, Daphne. Pet-Peeves: I do NOT like the vacuum cleaner! Favorite Toy: I like to play with my sister's toy squirrel. She gets mad when I do that, though. Favorite Food: Treats, treats, treats... especially CHEESE!!!! Best Tricks: I try really hard to chase my tail. I haven't quite gotten it... Arrival Story: We believe Nick was abused by his former owner, and ended up in a shelter in Miami, FL. The shelter was forced to close due to overcrowding and all of the dogs who did not have homes were going to be euthanized. Nick was rescued by a no-kill shelter and lived there for three days before being taken to his forever- home. The Groups I'm In: animal rescue fundraising ideas, Hybrids Rule!, jack in the box!!, jack's mixes, Parrotheads with Dogs, SMART JACKS! The Last Forum I Posted In: The new dog doesn't get along with the house dogs
If I Didn't Have Animals . . . .
I could walk around the yard barefoot in safety.
My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.
All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be free of hair.
When the doorbell rings, it wouldn't sound like a kennel.
When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without wading through fuzzy bodies who beat me there.
I could sit on the couch and my bed the way I wanted, without taking into consideration how much space several fur bodies would need to get comfortable.
I would not have strange presents under my Christmas tree -- dog bones, stuffed animals, toys, treats nor would I have to explain to people why I wrap them.
I would have money .and no guilt to go on a real vacation.
I would not be on a first-name basis with 6 veterinarians, as I put their yet unborn grandkids thru college.
The most used words in my vocabulary would not be: out, sit, down, come, no, stay, and leave him/her/it ALONE.
My house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates or barriers.
My house would not look like a day care center, toys everywhere.
My pockets would not contain things like poop bags, treats and an extra leash.
I would no longer have to Spell the words B-A-L-L-, F-R-I-S-B-E- E, W-A-L-K, or T-R-E-A-T.
I would not have as many leaves INSIDE my house as outside .
I would not look strangely at people who think having ONE dog/cat ties them down too much.
I'd look forward to spring and the melting of snow instead of dreading mud season.
I would not have to answer the question "Why do you have so many dogs/animals?" from people who will never have the joy in their lives of knowing they are loved unconditionally by someone as close to an angel as they will ever get.
How empty my life would be.
Dear John,
thank you for changing my Mommy's heart so she loved dogs. If she hadn't lost you to cancer, she wouldn't have come looking for me. John, you saved my life.
Today was my first Christmas in my forever home. It has been great, but Daddy says that all the toys are NOT for me, and that I have to share. I really don't agree with that, but I'll try.
Mommy and Daddy bought me three different footballs- one is green and red, one is fuzzy and has a rope attached to it, and one is a real football! My stocking had rawhide candy canes, cookies, and a new tennis ball in it, as well as T-bone steak treats. I'm so excited!
Daddy got a fishing pole, reel, line, and I bought him a tackle bag. Mommy says she is going to get me a fishing vest so I can go fishing with Daddy. Daddy says I'll scare away the fish, though.
This morning mommy gave me a little piece of sausage and a peanut butter pancake for breakfast! I gobbled that up really quick- I NEVER let Peanut Butter go to waste!
Anyway, now I'm looking forward to what mommy says is called "New Years." Does that mean I get more presents? I guess I'll find out!