♥Zack- in loving memory


Cocker Spaniel
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Home:Oregon Coast, OR  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 15 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Nicknames:
Zacky, Babyboy, Poopoohead.....it's a long story!

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred-service dog -dog rescue

Birthday:
November 25th 1998

Likes:
greenies and snuggling with Mom

Pet-Peeves:
the cats

Favorite Toy:
a one eared bunny, purple squeaky ball

Favorite Food:
Mom's Turkey muffins

Favorite Walk:
on the beach

Best Tricks:
catches his ball in mid air

Arrival Story:
Zack was a rescue, my husband's receptionist purchased him as a puppy but her boyfriend hated the dog and mistreated him terribly. She was afraid for his life and that's how he came to live with us.

Bio:
I got Zack at age 2, he was very fearful, aggressive and had sustained multiple injuries, including broken bones. After almost 6 month of rehabilitation, re-assurance and working with him he became a sweet loving companion and later his Dad's medical alert dog.

Forums Motto:
I love the beach!

The Groups I'm In:
Service Dogs Group, The Clothing Exchange

The Last Forum I Posted In:
RE: List of petfood verified !

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I've Been On Dogster Since:
January 3rd 2007 More than 7 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
451384


Meet my family
♥Nudge&
hearts;
♥Mimzy&
hearts;
♥Molly&
hearts;

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♥Zacky's♥ most excellent adventures


From the beginning....

January 14th 2007 5:12 pm
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Mom put my bay rescue as my first entry and did not even tell my story from the beginning. I have to watch her every minute!
I came to live with my Mom because I had been abused and beaten and was very fearful, aggressive and unpredictable. It did not start out that way, my previous Mom bought me for her son as a christmas present. Just imagine, me as a little tiny puppy. How cute was that! My life was perfect for almost a year. My boy and I played together, ate together (I did do most of that) and slept together. Suddenly my boy's Dad decided to turn up again and for some reason disliked me instantly. I did not much care for him either. He was mean, yelled at me all the time and when nobody was around kicked and hit me and bounced me against the wall. I was not used to that kind of treatment, my boy and his Mother had always been very kind to me and she would never knowingly let anyone hurt me. After several month I was so scared I did not know what to do anymore. So everytime I saw a hand coming toward me I would growl and snap. One time I was sleeping and my boy jumped on the couch next to me and I almost bit him. I did not mean to scare him and make him cry, but I got woke up and just panicked. It was awful, I felt so bad, but them my boys Mom smacked me on the head and called me a bad dog. That's when I turned on her to let her know that I was not going to put up with any more beatings. It scared her so bad, she thought I would bite her. My boy and his Mother were getting ready to go to the farm to dogsit Sam, who would soon be my big Sister. When Mom and Dad came back from their trip I was living at the farm. I was still very scared and fearful, I tried to bite my Mom several times and she worked with me to get me to trust her. She knew it could not be adopted out if I could not be trusted. My mom had rescued many dogs and used to train K-9 dogs. Everyone at the farm was nice to me but I was on guard all the time, nobody was going to hurt me again. One day Mom had enough of my growly snappy attitude. She looked at me after one of my episodes and told me she trained bigger and badder than me and to knock it of, it was not going to work any longer. She had given me plenty of time and I need to straighten up and stop this nonsense. Then she laughed at me..... laughed...imagine that ...... she laughed right in my face and picked me up and cuddled me and kissed me on the head. That's when I knew I was home.............

 

Help, I am stranded!

January 12th 2007 6:36 pm
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When we first moved to the beach we lived in a house right on the water. It was on the bay and the water was calm and nice to play in. We were just moving in and Mom was getting cable and all the other stuff hooked up with people walking in and out and WOW, one of them left the door open. So I walked myself back to the beach and started playing in the water. I went out further and further in the bay. The water was warm and very shallow, there were fish to paw at and birds to chase, it was a great. Suddenly the water started to get colder and deeper so I started getting scared and looked around. I could not see my house, there was water everywhere and I was in the middle of it. I made to a sandbar and stood there shaking.
Meanwhile my Mom is frantically looking for me everywhere, driving the neighborhood and telling everyone that I am lost and where we live. Mom is in a rush to go to work and I am still stuck on the sandbar. Mom had to call a friend with her 2 teenage kids to come over and look for me. Later I found out that I was rescued because someone with a telescope saw me out in the bay and called animal control. The animal control lady walked out in the water and got me and the mailman told her where I lived and were Mom worked. (Perks of living in a small community) My Mom's friend was at the house waiting for me and the animal control lady called Mom at work and then let me stay with our friend at home. Mom said I almost went to jail that day. If it's anything like that little box on the truck I was in, it's no fun! I don't think I'll do that again!

 
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