Nicknames: Shi-Shi, Big Guy, Chester, Stinks, Prancer, Ladybug, Little Man, Bud and Pony Boy
Birthday: November 9th 2001
Likes: His people, eating (especially cat food) and napping
Favorite Toy: Stuffed Moose
Favorite Food: Cat food and meat - any kind
Favorite Walk: Trails in the state forest which is luckily right behind our house.
Best Tricks: Walking by the dry cat food and quickly sticking out his tongue than walking away like nothing happened. A few seconds later we will hear crunch, crunch.
Arrival Story: We were looking for dog for several months but none had clicked. I had read that sometimes you look into a dogs eyes and you know, and that's exactly what happened. He looked at me, whined and licked my hand and I was a goner. I'm still a sucker for those big brown eyes.
Bio: Shiloh's background is mostly unknown. He was dropped off at his original shelter in North Carolina at 10 months of age but no information was given to them. He came to Connecticut through a shelter shuttle program between his original shelter and our humane society. The shelter personnel thought he may have been tested as a hunting dog and that's why he was surrendered at almost a year. To this day the only loud noises that bothers him are gun shots - the forest behind our house is allows hunting in November and December. He was afraid of everything when he joined us, but has made steady progress - although he still is leary of strangers We chose Nov. 9th as his birthday, but the real celebration is Oct. 5th, the anniversary of the day we brought him home.
Mom said we should write one last diary empty before Dogster community goes dark...so here it is (we used to know how to make links but have forgotten...but you should know who you are BOL).
In the beginning (for us it was 2006) we remember being a little perplexed by the different personalities and methods of speech that surrounded us, and a dog's head on a human body? Creepy.
It didn't take us long to get into the swing of things here and before we knew it we were rushing through our chores so we could read the latest updates in "Poncho on Trial".
We made our first Dogster friend in Mr. Nunu...a highly excitable and incredibly sweet dachsund. He hasn't been around for years but every once in a while he'll send us a rosette to let us know he remembers....and so do we, my friend.
We met River's big sister Clover when mom accidentally gave me a rosette (meant to go to another pup) that told me how cute I was and mom asked how to get it removed. River and I still laugh about that to this day.
We met Gibbon and created 'Doggie Do-Gooders' a group that chose a different 501c charity each month and requested Dogster members send donations directly to the organization). A huge thank you to the Dogster Community Manager for allowing us to post in the forums, we helped out several dozen charities, and I still receive cards from some of them to this day.
I was honored when Gibbon asked me to co-admin the Adopt '08 - Adopt '11 contest, it was an incredible amount of work, but the stories and photos warmed our hearts.
We joined All For Fun and couldn't wait for Abbie's Trivia game to come around (we still remember no one knew Brady Bunch Trivia like Dickens).
We joined Yappy hour and had a blast playing Cailey Mae, Jack and Molly's Bingo.
We had so much fun in so many groups and in the forums
.....but there are 2 that are especially dear to me.
In 2007 I was honored to be named Dog of the Week, at the time my breed was listed as "breed unknown" 'cause the shelter had me listed a 'Hound X'. Celeste took one look at me and said "if it looks like a Beagle and rooo's like a Beagle, then it's a Beagle. And so I received a note from Scooter and an invitation to join Snoop Dog Beagleys. Snoops are kind, caring, funny, sweet, compassionate, etc. etc.
I am so happy we will be staying in contact...and that there will be meetups next summer when Jack from Australia's mom and dad come visiting. Mom can bring the NUT, she likes other dogs.
Snoops - Eddie was right, you ARE the Poop.
....and lastly, my heart group B&A. It was formed when another private group I was in imploded in a spectacular fashion BOL and through the years has added a few more members (even a Puppycat!!) but has been kept pretty small by design. I can't even begin to remember all the laughs we've had, from late into the night parties to getting into trouble with da guys!!
It's a special group of pups and puppycats that have brought much joy into our lives.
We've gone through some tough times too, I think Gracie Jane was the first pal I had that went to the Rainbow Bridge, we all met in the group and grieved together as we have found it necessary to do far to many times in the subsequent years whether it be one of us or one of the humans who love us. You guys are in my heart forever and ever.
I am proud to say that the only baths I've gotten in the last 7 years have been defending my friend Rudy Patudy in the Forums
I am proud that we've done some good along the way
I am proud that such wonderfully kind pups and puppycats call me their friend
I am proud that We've laughed so hard 'piddle pads' for mom would have been a good idea
I am proud that We've cried so hard we've sobbed
I am honored and priveleged to have known all of you
I thank you for the friendships
I thank you for the PoP throughout my many ailments
I thank you for the laughs
I thank you for making the sad times less lonely
I thank you for the advice
I thank you for the games
I thank you for contributing to the Adopt contests
I thank you for being you
Mom thanks Scooter for adding her to Snoops where she met KJs mom who told her about a litter of lab/plott hound puppies that were being fostered by KJs moms rescue.....and that's how we got the Peanut...I do not thank you Scooter, but mom does.
Dogster Community Manager, you've done a spectacular job over the years and we thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
Although our time on Dogster has been limited the last couple of years we will forever cherish the memories and friendships.
We wish you all a lifetime of love, laughter, and good health.
Here, at the 1/2 way point between your 9th adoption day and 10th Birthday I wanted to write for you what Dogster used to call a 'Tale of Devotion'.
On a warm early October day in 2002 I headed for the Humane society, just to look as I had done so many times before. There is Kennel #2 was a skinny, scared, shy 11 month old pup with the biggest, saddest eyes I had ever seen. For the first time I decided to meet with an adoption counselor and learn more about this frightened little one. And so we talked, the counselor and I and I discovered that there wasn't much she could tell me about you, other than you had been sent by truck from North Carolina and were very shy and very scared. You had a wound on your nose that was of unknown origin. I decided to meet you in person but you didn't want to meet me, you would rather stay plastered to the side of the adoption counselor who you knew and trusted. I was thinking that maybe you wouldn't be happy in my home but then you did something that changed both our lives forever. You slowly approached me, whined a little and licked my hand. That was all I needed to seal the deal. Once paperwork was filled out and fees were paid you left with me. To say the first couple of weeks were rough would be an understatement. Taking the advice of the shelter I bought a crate so you would have a safe place to call your own, but you were so scared you soiled it every day. Eventually you settled in and grew to love and trust me as I did you. I've tried to socialize you as best as I could; I've taken you to behaviorists and taken you to new places trying to get you used to changes...We've hiked mountains and walked beaches together but you've always been happiest just hanging out in familiar areas. Your extended family loves you just as much as I do and I'm happy to say you love and trust them too.
The last 2 years have been full of changes, most not exactly ones I had planned nor wanted and although I may have been sitting next you my mind was miles away. Now I find the years have passed so very quickly and you are about to turn 10. Your muzzle is white and your chronic health issues are showing themselves more frequently and I regret every single second I didn't fully accept the gift that you are.
I make these promises to you - I will let you be exactly who you are..I will take the time to enjoy everything you have to offer, and I will do anything I can to keep you healthy.
So, Happy Gotcha Day (Oct. 5th) and Happy Birthday (celebrated Nov. 9th) to my quirky, funny, sweet little guy.
Those of you who know me are aware that I find the world a pretty scary place except when I'm home or at Grandma's. Today I was a very brave pup!!
First, mom took me to a fundraiser for dog rescue. I was not exactly relaxed but I let other pups sniff me and I sniffed them back and was overall friendly...not one warning grrrrrr at all!!
Next, I went to Mansfield Hollow State Park and I looooved it. We went to a relatively secluded spot and I ran and sniffed and waded in the water.
Mom says she is very proud of me.