Nicknames: Luce, Lucie Loudmouth, Wackadoodle, The Caboose, Chipmunk Cheeks
Gotcha Date: March 23rd 2005
Birthday: March 23rd 2005
Likes: Car rides, treats, snow, going new places, my pet stroller
Pet-Peeves: Being alone. (Even if you're only going to the next room, I'll give you 5 minutes, or else I'm joining you.) Storms, being groomed, waiting (I want whatever it is now!)
Favorite Toy: I didn't know about toys in my former life. Despite efforts over the past 3 yrs, I still don't see what the fuss is about. In the summer of 2007, I finally started to play...with a rolled up sleeper sock! (I now have 3, but you have to play with me, ok?)
Favorite Food: Ice cream! Closely followed by banana! Frozen water pupcicles! Pup-RRR-mints.
Favorite Walk: Around my yard. Toward the river.
Best Tricks: I sit pretty (beg), wave, shake (both paws), high-five, roll-over, twirl, tap, lay down, and speak. If you don't give me a treat fast enough, I'll keep cycling thru my repertoire until I find the one that will get the treat.
Arrival Story: I have a story to tell, but I keep it to myself. It may contain some sad things, but this is all I can share. I was found by a Humane Society on 3/15/05. I consider this my 'birthday' because it was the start of my new life. (Different people said I was different ages anywhere from 2-6.) I had been wandering in the snow, my hair was months overgrown, and with a tar like substance stuck on my paws (for almost 2 years I liked my paws often out of habit - I couldn't get them clean enough, they're finally clean enough). While I was overweight for the average Shih Tzu (I'm a big girl), I was really underweight.
Since my Homecoming, my happiest new experiences were steps (It's a race to the top!) and ice cream (I don't know the word but I know my special cup). My happiest trips have been to the Jersey Shore. I also put on over 10lbs, but that was even too much for me, and now I'm about where I think I should be. The same can be said about my home, except I know it - I'm *exactly* where I should be.
Bio: I'm Miss February 28th in the 365 Dogs Page A Day 2007 Calendar.
Important Dates: While 3/15/05 is the anniversary of my re-'birth' or 'birth' of a new life (it is the day I was picked up by the Shelter), it is not a day I celebrate. On 3/18, I was first seen at the shelter by my forever family (Founding Day) and they brought me HOME on 3/23 (Homecoming Day). We celebrate the anniversaries of Founding Day and Homecoming.
Favorite Song: The whoo-hoo song from Vonage ads. Everytime someone sings it to me, I give them kisses all over their face!
See you in Seaside!:
In Case I Get Carded:
From My BIG DOG Valentine Jake:
This is good right?:
If I Had a Registered Name:
My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Her Most Serene Highness Lady Lucie the Pertinacious of Much Bottom
Lucie passed away early yesterday morning in bed as peacefully as was possible.
A week ago Monday, she had her regular checkup and besides a growth on her ear was reported in good health. Quickly after she got sick. Really sick. She was refusing all food. Drinking much more. Having trouble walking - escalating in not being able to walk at all. Not being able to hold her pee. Sleeping even more than usual.
On Wednesday she had a full body ultrasound. Wednesday night we found out she had: an insufficient heart valve, enlarged pulmonary hypertension, fluid around the heart, lung cancer, pressure on the ribs, enlarged kidneys, a lump in her bladder, and was in cardiac arrest.
That night she ate a little chicken. She got hugs and a belly rub. Over night, she had an episode, which I think was a heart attack. I calmly pet her and she moved to one of her positions in bed. I told it was okay to let go and within two hours she did.
I want to thank everyone personally who sent prayers, rosettes, and well wishes. I'm afraid I'm going to be unable to, though. As some of you may know, I'm battling ovarian cancer. I had my chemo on Wednesday and it makes me unable to concentrate on anything or sit still. Being on the computer is very hard under those circumstances alone, but I do want to let you each know how appreciative I am for your wishes and notes.
So, it's been a while! The rest of July after Independence Day was great - the weather was so nice, for any time of the year, but especially for July. I laid in the yard or on the chaise lounge BEFORE I ate, that's how nice it was.
August was just horrible though. Hot. Humid. No weather to lay outside. No way. But that doesn't mean I furgot about it. September's been hit and miss. Some days the temp is nice, but there's no breeze or it's humid. Other days it's in the 80s... But it's September! Finally this week I couldn't stand it anymore and I tried to jump up in the chaise, even though it was soaking wet from the downpours earlier in the morning. The last couple days have been more like it, and I've taken a quick lay in the yard in the morning.
Yesterday afternoon I went out to poopy and after I was done I laid down. What my Trista later told me is that no more then 10 feet away by a tree there was a kitty laying in a ball watching my every move. (We don't have a kitty!) We stayed that way for a bit and my Trista was finally going to go in to get the camera, but the kitty heard the door and it scared her and she jumped over the fence and ran across the road. I never saw any of this. My Trista may be pulling my leg.
Today, the town next to us had their annual townwide garage sale. It takes ALL day to go through, and that's only stopping at a portion of them. It's big! Me and Lottie were very good girls! We slept most of the day. I used to have mixed feelings about garage sales - I'd sit on my Trista's lap in the front passenger seat, Lottie in her "car seat", and my Mommy driving. I'd get presents at the end of the day, but I couldn't get a good nap with my Trista constantly getting in and out and lifting me up and putting me down on the seat.
Since then, I've decided I'm a big girl and can sit in the back. (Lottie's seat is between the front and back so I'm not totally alone.) I get the whole bench seat to myself and a pillow to lick my paws on. I sleep so good!
So good that when my Trista came to take me out at one of the sales, she had to pull and pull. I couldn't wake up. My Trista saw this large Shih Tzu...maybe it was a Lhasa. When she got up near the guy, she overheard two ladies ask him if it was a Lhasa, he said "No, he's a Shih Tzu." "Oh, he's so big!" as they then descended upon him to pet him. They talked a little more, and the guy jokingly said, "Yeah, he's a misfit. He'll be a year in Decemeber!" My Trista said, "Well, I got you beat. I have a 25 lb one in the car!" That made both of them feel good, because we now knew another big Shih Tzu. That's when she tried to get me out to show me to him and his wife, but all I wanted to do was sleep, so I'll sleep in my Trista's arms, that's fine. But then the wife goes, "Oh look! You have to bring her over! Look, she could be your little sister!" (Me? Anyone's little sister? Neat!) We agreed he was just tall and long and I was just big chested. Neither of us are fat. :)
My Trista put me down. Neat! Nice grass! Sniff sniff. Tug tug. Oh that's not why you put me down?? Hey look, a dog! And I rushed him! I wanted to go sniff him right in his face. My tail was wagging so big. He grred softly at my strong approach. I got a good sniff of his butt and when I turned around, he returned the favor. Then he went to his daddy and I peed on their lawn. BOL. I got a nice petting from the lady, then lifted back into the car, and right back to sleep. I don't remember any of this. My Trista may be pulling my leg.
My ideal day is intermittently napping and watching people...with a ride and some treats thrown in for good measure. Ride aside, the Fourth of July is just a perfect day for me, especially when the weather is as good as it was this Fourth.
My ideal dogs are those who go home to a different home than me. Like Bella and Louie. Bella is the puggle next door and she likes me and Lottie lots. I don't think Lottie's noticed her yet, but I go to the fence everyday looking for her. She'll stick her head through and I'll try to get her to follow me. Then, that's enough of her and I walk away. Bella liked us so much this week that she dug under her fence to visit us. But we weren't out. So she left us a message that we "read" the next day. We both left her replies. But she must be like us and doesn't always get to her mail in a timely fashion, so we just keep leaving her messages in the same spot. :o)
Yesterday we got to meet our neighbor who lives next to us on the other side (but the county road separates us.) He's Louie, a beagle. Louie has an eye for one of us. It must be me ;o) When we went out yesterday, he stuck his head through his fence and howled to us, uh, ME. And so my Trista carried me over to our fence so he could see me better. I didn't see him, I was watching the cars go by. His daddy brought him over to the fence and I tried to get him to follow me along the fence, but he was on his leash. I thought he was playing hard to get, so I laid with my back to him, but sneaked watches of him over my shoulder.
Lottie may be becoming the social butterfly with people visitors, but I'm still the cat's meow to other doggies.