June 1st 2013 12:22 am
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Gosh I know it has been a while since I last typed an entry. I'm going to leave Pepsea's page up for those to see what a wonderful beautiful spirit he was at my side for 10 years. My dogs, parents, and I moved to Belleville, MI to get away from burglars in Canton, MI and being raped and assaulted. I thought I was looking out for my three dogs and myself. I finally had a ranch house flat I could get around in my power chair on those weak days and my mom with her walker she uses all the time. I have a large deck attached to the house with a dog run I put in as soon as I moved with 6 foot high privacy fence for protection from a train that ran nearby. My neighbor started the first day we moved in accusing me of stealing his merle collie. Mine are sable. So that made me aware we had a mental case living behind us that was delusional. Then she drove down a few weeks ago and threatened to kill my dogs for barking. My dogs only bark when my life is being threatened by them they tried to shoot my 84 year mom and my dogs got in front of her to take a bullet. Well, they realized it was my mom and didn't shoot but it would have been me they would have. She did shoot a gun off and just missed me just the other week. Yes, when they yell at me I have to defend myself and my dogs I have since talked to the police and I don't say anything and just get the dogs in when they start to bark immediately.
My dogs are service dogs for my medical condition and spinal injury. Yes, I'm going to protect my service dogs. Well the dumb jerk bought bee bee guns for the neighbor kids three and up to 10 and drove down I'm going to kill your dogs. Well two weeks later my beloved Pepsea bled out internally. I kept trying to tell them they had bee bee guns no one would listen not the vets. He was anemia and loosing blood like crazy if he didn't move and rested his volume would go up and when he would move around it would bleed again. They did find a lymphoma node in the chest but very early stages he would battle that as he was a strong boy. I'm still upset and angry over him taking a bullet. While their was no exit wound it was internally. My dogs were on the deck when Pepsea took a bullet standing right next to me as he did waiting for his brothers to get down and then he would go down to the dog run. They were licensed and had all their shots too. My Pepsea seldom bark at them but he was a silent attacker if he was going to attack. The only time the collies would bark is to protect and let them know they mean business but we always went out with them and watched them and they stayed on our deck and in the dog run attached to the deck. The guy is a moron and his wife. If my dogs barked at the work crew we brought them right in. I never leave my dogs run and poop in other's yard either. I'm always correcting my dogs not to bark if they start getting a little out of hand in playing on the deck. I just feel like I failed with Pepsea in getting the help he needed. I'm still crying nightly and daily without my helper and wonderful service dog. I will never get over what happened. While I have Coffee in training and Shep who just had major bladder stone surgery as service dogs I'm blessed. I feel this guy and his wife MURDERED MY SERVICE DOG in my book. I'm worried about my other two. Can I SUE HIS SORRY BUTT. Oh yes it was three year olds with BEE BEE GUNS up to 10 year olds that killed my dog. While the vets never removed the bee or found it on ultrasound they know that he bled out. They didn't transfuse him at my encouraging. They could have saved him if they really wanted too. It makes me mad and angry. This dog never did anything wrong. But in his dying week and half I was running up to the vet school 2 1/2 hours each way. I told Pepsea I would build a medical center in his name and housing where people don't shoot people's dogs and dogs can bark and be a dog and have spots in the complex for them to play and romp like dogs should be able to do in an enclosures. But the Gift Pepsea gave to me was he prepared his brothers to take over where he couldn't any longer. Pepsea died resting at home with everyone out of the house was his choice we were in the garage unloading the car when he died.
I will never get over his death as it was MURDER. RIP my lovely Pepsea I miss you and am crying through my tears of anger and hurt that people can be so mean when your disabled. I didn't ask for that stupid drunk to hit my car that night and give me a spinal cord injury and medical problems. I'm so blessed you were at my side those 10 years and you should have been there for 13-14 years alerting to my low electrolytes. I miss you dearly. Love ya Pepsea and a huge thank you for all you did in my life and accomplished in your life from AKC ACE BRONSE MEDAL AWARD For VALOR, and being the first certified Liver and White Dalmatian in the country for mobility and those wonderful dog show days. Gosh we had fun. The people you touched were many and they all miss you like I do around town. They are all upset. You would go with the oncologist to see his patients when I would go see him. You would let people pet you as a therapy dog even though you were my service dog. It helped people in the tough times of life around the hospitals and infusion center. You would go over and let them pet you while the nurses got those difficult lines in people. You were wonderful. My life was better with you in it. Your brothers miss you like I do. I had Shep to the vet the other day the vet said he was depressed. DUH. He was his shadow for 8 years. Love your Mommy Carol
April 20th 2012 10:13 pm
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Well I'm 9 years old now and Mom said "one day she woke up and it hit her I'm going to be retiring from service work some day maybe not now but it might be soon I might cross over the rainbow bridge. Given that Dals live 12-13 years old. Some might live less and some more. I hope I live to the ripe old age of 16. I love my family and especially my human Mom. Service work has been a royal blessing for me. I have accompanied my Mom the last 6 years of her life every other day to the infusion center and that will go on the rest of her life for her medical condition and kidney problems. I have logged in so many hours at doctors I have lost count. Often times mom will order me a piece of bacon to have while she has lunch at the infusion room. Sometimes I don't get any and sometimes I do. I have to say I think and hope I have added quality to the lives of those that have or had cancer and moved on over the rainbow bridge I would see them soon. Mom doesn't have cancer but it is something else she has that requires her to have electrolytes to remain with us. Her kidneys don't recognize it. My brother Shep goes sometimes when I want a day off or so. She has a nice balance. Well I got off track again!
So she brought this new puppy home and called him Coffee and told me I had to train him in service work she had no energy. So far I have taught him to steal clothing items shoes, socks, and other items mainly. Then he takes his leash and sometimes tries to walk us around when we are leashed. Not certain what that does in service work. He is smart but acts like a "dumb blonde" sometimes. Mom says next week is force retrieve training with Coffee so he will pick up items around the house. He is leaving his toys all over the place and she likes them picked up in the evening after he is done playing. Tonight he ate two toys and had to toss them out and not pick them up. He has that lesson confused. ARGH. Mom said she wanted a dog with character like me. However, I'm unique. Coffee is too. I think he will work out just fine.
It is sad that I'm going to turn things over to him but I think he will be fully trained within the year hopefully. He is not afraid of anything yet that I have found. He is mellow as well as his older brother Shep. Of course Coffee wants my ears I told him to find a bassett hound they have longer ears and leave mine alone. He is always bitting at my ears. ARGH. I know it is puppy and he will outgrow it, I survived Shep and I will survive Coffee. LOL. Well it is late and Coffee wants to do a few entries. Got to get my zzzzZZZZ's before tomorrow.
January 31st 2010 6:32 am
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Wow on Friday I celebrated my 7th birthday okay I think I'm 49 years old. I had a terrific day. Mom gave me the day off of service work and then we loaded into the car when she got done with her appointments and headed off to Logan's steak house for a huge steak!!! Yes, I got french fries, steak, and mac and cheese!!! What a terrific birthday until my Mom told me I had to share with my brother who was sitting at home waiting! Logans' didn't give me a yeehaw. So Mom gave me one on the way to the car with her weak voice. Well, Mom and Shep ordered a collar and it is in the mail. So I got no gifts on my special day! I did lots of pets and scratches and Mom let me sleep in her recliner so I have conquered that for my own chair now! Such is a dog life!
Mom asked me when I wanted to retire from service work. I'm still going strong and health is holding out except I'm always hungry, thirsty and wanting to go outside. I personally think it is the bacon the IV center gives me with extra salt on it. Mom doesn't let me have much.
My brother is still doing the dog show gig and still no rosettes! He will tell you what he has done. We have been off dogster for a while as Mom is very sick and I'm busy running her to the IV infusion center for medication in the IV. She has magnesium problems and potassium problems and can't take the oral stuff. So keep her in your thoughts and prayers.
I'm busy working with Mom on my service dog book. She got a new camera and it is going well. She loves being a camera bug.
Well off to enjoy my time off this weekend. Paw prints in your hearts everyone! Pepsea
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