Sex: Female Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Baby Girl, pretty girl, good girl, princess
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She liked anything she could play tug with
To the road and back.
She was a shelter dog, not mine :( She was abandoned in the street at a year and a half after having her second litter of pups. She had mange, scars all over, and sagging teats. But she was the most beautiful dog I've ever known.
Queenie was, without a doubt, the dog that made me a dog person. We went to the shelter one day to pay Snoopy's adoption fee, and I went in to look at the dogs. Now, I wasn't a dog person then. And I bought into the "pit bulls are evil" bull the media feeds us. But one look at that smile and it was gone. All of it. I loved dogs. Pit bulls were my favorite. I volunteered at the shelter to be able to play with and help this dog. I put flyers out, I told all my friends about her (and some random strangers), and I wrote letters to my landlord, begging and pleading for me to let me keep her. I searched every inch of the internet for good pit bull press, hoping to eradicate his pre-concieved notions of the breed. I worked with her every chance I got. One Wednesday, June 29, 2005, I got an urge to tell her how much I loved her. I kneeled down at her kennel door, she licked my face. Through tears I didn't understand, I said "Baby, I love you. I love you so much. Don't you ever forget it. You make me happier than I ever was. You are my baby girl, and I love you, whatever happens. Never forget." And I left. July 1 I came in and she was gone.
Blame the deed, not the breed!
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January 17th 2007 9:29 am
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Queenie. Oh Queenie girl, where do I start? "Thank you" isn't enough, "I love you" doesn't even begin. You know, even if the dog isn't a dog I particularly like, when I go the shelter, I give the dog in "your" pen 3 treats, instead of the usual 1. I scratch his or her ears and I think of you, pup. I usually cry. Do you know what you meant to me? Still do? You, beautiful girl, are the reason I have Cowboy. The reason I have Kiki. The reason I'm going into a dog-related career. Before you, dogs were stupid, boring animals, and frankly, I didn't like them.
You were beautiful. Despite your mange, your fight scars, your sagging teats. I hope you had a good time in the shelter. Know that, even though Officer Joe doesn't usually do it, he kept you longer than he would have, usually. How long were you there? A month? Yeah. He would have euth'd anyone else in your condition the day after no one claimed them. He loved you, too. He wanted so bad for you to find a home. So did I. We all did. Know how you were in the first pen? That's because we wanted you to be seen first. We wanted you to be the one that when people thought of the shelter dogs, they said "oh, remember that beautiful, sweet pibble girl in the first pen, the one with the beautiful, loving, amber eyes, the breaktaking brindle coat, the ever loving, always licking tongue, that trademark 'bully smile', and above all, the beautiful soul? Let's get that one, dear"
Those words I spoke the last time I saw you, they still ring true. I love you. I love you I love you I love you I love you. I wish I could have been there with you as you lost your battle with this cruel world, the one in which you were bred unto exaustion and left out in the sun. I wish I could have rubbed those pretty little ears, and kissed your big ol' square head. I didn't get to. I'm sorry. But guess what! I'll see you again! Up there at that crazy bridge, you don't have the scars anymore, you have all your fur, you look strong and fit. There's grass to play in, mountains to climb, and all the dogs you could ever want to play with. I'll see you up there, babe. We'll play around, we'll wrestle, we'll go find Morgan and Spuds and all the other pups I've had the good grace to meet in my life, and we'll cross that bridge and maybe meet Jesus. And you know what he'll do? He'll rub those pretty little ears, and kiss that big ol' square head of yours, and he'll smile. And I'll whisper, like I did almost a year and a haf ago, in your ear "You are loved more than you'll ever know"
Thank you, Queenie. I love you.
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