Nicknames: Bunny, TB (The Babe or Turkey Butt your choice), Sweetie, Sweet Pea, Bunny Butt,Frankenbutt
Birthday: December 7th 1999
Likes: Road trips, hotel stays, food, laying out on the grass in the front yard, day care at Bonnie's, eating dinner at the neighbor's house
Pet-Peeves: Surgery, little dogs who try to bite her, other doggies trying to mount her, people yelling, the heat, driving by the pet store but not stopping, m0torcycles
Favorite Toy: Plush toys that make noise, the orange treat ball
Favorite Food: BBQ meat of any kind and Frosty Paws
Favorite Walk: With us at Pt. Isabel Regional Shoreline (leash free) with her friend Sammy or with Bonnie & her friends in Pinole
Best Tricks: Pawing anyone for attention, looking pathetic anytime she does something wrong so you can't be mad at her
Arrival Story: We found her one day around the corner from our house nibbling on the grass, she had a bicycle gear chain wrapped around her neck. She looked thin and lost so we brought her home and reported her to the local pound. Our own dog was generous in allowing her to stay with us until we found her a home. After 2 weeks we finally found her guardian. He was a young man who had rescued her from a puppy farm in Washington breeding dogs for fighting. The farm had bred her at 6 months and due to the terrible treatment she received, when he rescued her all the puppies inside her were dead. He took her to the vet where she was operated on and the puppies were removed and she was spayed. He was able to keep her with him 24/7 because he was an apartment manager but when he moved to California he had to find another job. He could no longer keep her with him and when he left her she barked and/or broke out of her yard. The bicycle chain was an attempt to find something she couldn't break but she did. When he came to take her home we told him that we would be glad to puppy sit anytime, which we did over the next several months. Unfortunatly during this time our own dog died unexpectedly. After two weeks of being lost without any canine companion her guardian came over late at night (the same day my father died) and asked if we would take her because he was being threatened with eviction if he kept her. We said we would be honored, and wondered if my father had something to do with it. Her guardian continued to come see her but as she became more attached to us and didn't want to go with him to the park he slowly discontinued his visits.
Bio: Since we became her guardians Satiba flourished. She grew into a fine young woman. We found that she enjoyed nothing better than to go for a ride in the car, preferably to a hotel somewhere! She was so eager to please that sometimes she performed commands that people around her were giving to their dogs. She survived a cancerous tumor on her belly, swallowing a sewing needle, TPLO surgery, a bout with e-coli and cancer in one of her toes which had to be removed. She was a trouper through it all but the last illness she just couldn't beat. A combination of pancreatitis and kidney issues were masking an underlying fatal illness and preventing her from recovering. After a week of fighting we saw in her eyes that she couldn't do it and made the most difficult decision a pawrent ever has to make. With dignity and the love of her pawrents she crossed to the Rainbow Bridge on January 18th, 2011. We love you and miss you Bunny!
Well we all knew that the day would come when I had to write my last Diary entry and it finally has. Do I have regrets? Sure I do, those damn cats are still coming over every night, Kyra is still messing up my toy box and I didn’t get to meet all of my Rotties Rule Family. I have spent eleven years on this earth and my first day sure as hell cancels out my last day. The joy I felt when I got my first sniff of the world outside of Mom and the warmth and love I could feel from my brothers and sister was a counter balance to the hurt and grief I put my pawrents through on my final moments here. But I did feel the same Love on my death as I felt on my birth. My first six months on earth were not joyous ones, life was hard and the people around me were very mean. They tried to make me a vicious dog but my spirit could not be broken. When I was saved by Shan, I entered the life of the blessed. He showed me that I could be loved again and that life was worth living. Life with him was a joy, I spent every moment with him and I learned to become a carefree dog. When I meet up with my new Mom I could tell that I had reeled in a big one with look I got from her. I would never have guessed that I would be living with her and Dad a couple of months later and that I would be with them for the rest of my life. One of my greatest joys in life was traveling and I got to go to a lot of places and meet a lot of different dogs. But the most wondrous thing that happened to me was joining Dogster. I now had two families and many brothers and sisters. My pawrents and I meet several Dogster members in the fur and we played lots of games on the computer and we got to help other members through hard times. As you all know, we Dogs take Love in payment for all we do and my bank account was overflowing with lots to spare. I wish to thank all of you who have followed me through my dairy and Rotties Rules activities, I also wish like to say good bye as I embark on my greatest journey. I’m wagging my butt as I look forward to my new adventure.
On this last day of 2010 I feel that I should reflect on the past year. Sadly, I have lost some of my Rotties Rule family which I will remember forever and miss until I see them at the bridge. There have been new additions to my life as well. Some are new Rotties Rule family members, a new lil skin pup down the street and my new cousin Bo. My doctor visits have been mostly for preventative care such as checking my kidney levels and getting massages looking for lumps. My weight continues to be a constant source of conflct between me and the pawrents. I’m hungry and want treats and they want me to loose weight. I continue to ask for hiney lifts into vehicles and up onto the pawrent’s bed and sometimes onto my ottominium if I’m just too tired. My mileage log has increased with trips to my regular haunts such as Carmel, Rio Vista and Lake Tahoe. I have also increased my adventure diary by visiting a winery in Sonoma and checking out the farms in the Apple Hill area. I plan to continue to increase my adventure diary since Mom retired this year so I am now lucky enough to have both pawrents with me 24/7! I continue to visit my dogler park, Pt. Isabel for walks and spa treatments but not as much as in previous years. I am now a regular in my neighborhood walking with my friend Kyra and our pawrents. We certainly are a force to be noticed since we are both rotties and the neighborhood kittys watch us intently as we stroll by. I had the good fortune to be able to attend the “Dogster/Catster Meet And Greet In California” which was held in Petaluma and was even able to tour Dogster HQ. I meet many new friends at the gathering in Petaluma from places far and near. I also went to an Oakland A’s baseball game with my friend Susie Q and her pawrents. Stanford football had a winning season so that made going to one of my Dad’s tailgate pawty’s so much more fun! I even made a couple of new pup pals there too, Buster and Blazy! This month I also marked my 11th year on this earth which I celebrated by visiting South Lake Tahoe and staying at the Fireside Lodge and playing in the snow with innkeeper Kona who was celebrating her 6th birthday. A fun time was had by both of us I must say! As I say thanks for the memories 2010 I say bring it on 2011!!! And my first new adventure is already planned! I will be visiting some of my Rotties Rule family in Yuma, Arizona and San Diego, California as we take a little road trip south! Watch out 2011 here I come wagging my butt in anticipation!
And that’s why the pawrents knew something was wrong this morning when I cried if Dad touched my right ear. I’m usually the strong silent type and so it’s very hard for the docs to find out what’s wrong with me. But this morning I couldn’t hold it in any longer. The pawrents jumped on the phone to call the doc but found out that the office was packed and the wait would be at least an hour and it was 11am and that would be into the lunch and so on. I figured I was off the hook from going to the doc and said a little thank you prayer. I was expecting to run errand with the pawrents anyway so didn’t think much about it when we all climbed into my Princess Mobile and got on the highway. But when we pulled up the Emergency Hospital that I had visited before I just had to give in. Before they would even look at my ear, but first I had to be humiliated by being placed on the scale. 105.1 pounds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mom was shocked and Dad just rolled his eyes! I tried telling them that everyone gains a few pounds during the holiday season but nobody was listening. Then we went into a nice little room where some young girl came in and stuck a probe in my hiney! EXCUSE ME!!!!!!! It’s the other end that’s having a problem! She left and then a doc lady came in and looked at my ear and said she felt something and I would have to go into the back and be looked at more closely. She mentioned it might be a he-man-toe-man like Dante had earlier this year and I must say I was a bit worried that I might be going home with an ice cream cone stuck to my head. I had teased him pretty bad and thought this was going to be pay back. Once in the back I thought they were climbing inside my head and then they asked me to explain the puncture wounds! What puncture wounds? I wouldn’t confess to knowing anything about them. So they gave me some anti-biotics for an infection and some pain meds so it wouldn’t hurt so much and cleaned up my ear. And they said to go to my regular doc if I start shaking my head a lot. The pawrents suspect I got attacked by one of the kitties roaming through our backyard. I know what happened but I not telling anyone! Dad said that at my age anytime something like this comes up I’m going straight to a doc. So I’m a little drugged right now so please pardon me if my butt wagging is a little cwazy!