Dickens


Wheaten Terrier/Mixed Breed
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Age: 16 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs


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Nicknames:
Dee-Dee-Boo, Doodie-Butt, Wiggle-Butt :-) or just plain Doodie (geez mom, how embarassing)

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

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Quick Bio:
-mutt-pound dog-dog rescue

Birthday:
October 24th 1997

Likes:
Plush Squeeky Toys, Tennis Balls & TJ!!!! Oh and rolling in dead grass! Oh, and car rides to the bank 'cause the 1 nice blonde teller always sends out treats for us!

Pet-Peeves:
Imaginary Noises, Touching his Paws, The Vacuum Cleaner (scary!!)

Favorite Toy:
Any & All!!! Basically he likes taking them all out of his basket and strewing them around the room over and over again! After years of stocking up on every toy I pass, I find that I could have saved a fortune and just sprung for a can of tennis balls!

Favorite Food:
Edible (actually, he's partial to English Cucumbers - go figure!)

Favorite Walk:
Around the neighborhood

Best Tricks:
Walking into the arcadia door when it's closed :-(

Arrival Story:
Dickens is a euthenasia list rescue from the Maricopa County pound who was originally one of my foster doggies! We think he about 3 years old at the time, was horribly treated in his previous home and came with huge amounts of baggage and fear. To top it off, he developed distemper and while 3 vets suggested I put him down, I knew he had it in him to survive. Well, it took a while, but Dickens is one of the most affectionate, playful, goofy and fun-lovings dogs i've ever had. Plus, he's so darn cute, he had to stay! His yucky past is lifetimes ago and hopefully he's forgotten it all! :-)

Bio:
POUND PUPPIES & RESCUE DOGGIES ARE THE BEST!! Mommy thinks that my previous owners had me chained to a tree outside and never paid any attention to me or socialized me before dumping me at the pound. I was so afraid of everything! toys, people, furniture, the television - I spent the first 2 days at my new mommy's house squished into the far corner of the backyard 'cause I was so afraid of everything (even her!). Mom was so patient with me and worked with me on all my 'issues' - one of the biggies was that collars & leashes terrified me! When mom would try to take me for a walk I would just 'pancake' to the floor and not move. The proudest day of mommy's life was when we finally made it over to her neighborh's house one day on a walk (he lived about 20 feet from our driveway and it took us 45 minutes to get there 'cause I kept stopping and pancaking to the sidewalk). My new mommy worked hard to show me that people can be good and there is nothing to be frightened of - I will always have enough food to eat, toys to play with, furniture to lay around on and love to enjoy!!! I absolutely looove my walks now! There was one last hurdle though (even after the whole distemper ordeal) ........I still didn't know how to play! After my new mom adopted me, she continuted to foster various rescue dogs. Although I didn't mind them sharing my house and my mom, I didn't really take much interest in any of them or have any desire to play with them. Then one magical day mom brought home foster doggie #22 and it was love at first sight (okay, he's a boy too, but you know what I mean) - we played, wrestled & hung out non stop! So this was what having a doggie friend was all about! Mom always says she chose me, and I chose TJ (my brother and bestest friend in the whole wide world!) Oh look, there's our picture together on the left! Life is good!

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A Day In The Life..............


ENTRY FROM ADOPT '08 CONTEST - NOT FOR JUDGING!!!!!!!!

April 24th 2010 11:51 am
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Hello, my name is Dickens. We're not sure how old I am, but I do know that I adopted my mommy almost 9 years ago (hee hee). (now it's been almost 10!)

Mommy has always adopted rescue pups. She knows with so very many wonderful dogs in the world in need of loving homes that it wasn’t even a choice for her. Mom had just lost, very unexpectedly, and waaaaay too soon after her adoption, a very sweet girl named Trixie. Mommy was heartbroken and swore she was never gonna go through the heartache of having to say goodbye to a beloved again. Well, after about 3 weeks of coming home to an empty house, mom missed having a doggie around. She still was adamant about never adopting again, but wracked her brain on how to be able to have doggies around and not get too attached. Voila! Be a foster mom! Perfect! This way she could help wonderful animals in need, keep them until they found terrific new homes and not get attached – BOL! Sounds easy, right? (Mom’s not too quick sometimes so she really thought she wouldn’t get attached.)

Well, I was mom’s 2nd foster doggie and this is my story. I am a euthenasia list rescue from the Maricopa County pound. I was about 3 years old at the time and dumped there by my horrible previous owners knowing full well that I was to be put down that very day due to too many doggies at the pound already. They said ‘fine’ and walked away. I almost wasn’t rescued that day, but the organization that mom volunteered for just happened to be there. I was so terrified and unresponsive, that the founder of the rescue suggested that they ‘forget about me’ and move on. Were it not for the patience of Lisa, a wonderful volunteer that sat on the floor of my kennel with me for almost 3 hours, I absolutely wouldn’t be here today.

Mom was fostering ‘special needs’ doggies at the time because she had the time to work with them, and Lisa called her from the car on the way from the pound to tell her that she had a very special boy that needed her help.

When I first came to her house, I was so afraid of everything! Sadly mommy thinks I was tied in the back yard for most of my previous life, not socialized at all and shown absolutely no affection. Toys, people, furniture, the television, they all terrified me! I spent the first 2 days at the house squished into the far corner of the backyard because I was so afraid of everything (even mom!). One of my biggest fears was that collars & leashes terrified me! When mom would try to take me for a walk I would just 'pancake' to the floor and not move. The proudest day of mom’s life was when we finally made it over to our neighbor's house one day on a walk (he lived about 20 feet from our driveway and it took us 45 minutes to get there because I kept stopping and flattening down to the sidewalk). Mom worked hard to show me that people can be good and there is nothing to be frightened of - I will always have enough food to eat, toys to play with, furniture to lay around on and love to enjoy!!!

After just 5 days at mom’s house, she got the call that a very nice family was interested in adopting me. Mom thought, ‘heck no, this one is all mine!’ and her ideas of never adopting another dog again flew out the window!

All was going well with my progress, but then about two weeks after mommy 'made it official' I got very very sick. Mommy was terrified that she would lose me and even though 3 different vets said it was distemper and she should put me down, mommy wouldn't give up on me. She gave me fluids through a turkey baster and after trying to tempt me with every single food in the universe, ended up having to force feed me so that I would have the nourishment to get better. Boy was that ever a long and scary battle ..... all I did was lay on my doggie bed next to her bed ~ wouldn't move, lift my head, wag my tail or anything....... :-(

It took a while, but I slowly got better and am now one of the most affectionate, playful, goofy and fun-loving dogs mom says she’s ever had. Mom says that I have brought such joy and happiness to her life and she hopes that she has been able to do the same for me.

So, the whole point of this..........What does adoption mean to me?!?!? Love, happiness, security and never again having to be scared each and every day of what will come next ‘cause I know it’s gonna be all good! My yucky past is lifetimes ago and I am lucky enough to have a mommy that loves me dearly and makes sure to let me know each and every day!

Mom wishes humans had the resilience and ability to love unconditionally, forgive all that has happened and live life to the fullest like we pups do! :-) Please adopt a rescue or shelter dog in need. You will be rewarded a million times over!

(sad side note: in Maricopa County alone, over 100 wonderful doggies & kitties are put to sleep every single day of the year due to overpopulation and irresponsible owners :-( )

xoxoxoxo,
Dickens

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This Is One of Mommy's Favorite Stories:

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.

He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got
closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."

The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.

As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any water?"

"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."

"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.

"There should be a bowl by the pump."

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.

The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was
standing by the tree.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.

"This is Heaven," he answered.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."

 

Surgery got moved up.........

February 17th 2010 2:38 pm
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so the test results from the slides came back ............ inconclusive, of course :-(. 'IT' could be an infection, could be a foreign body, could be something more serious. Regardless, it still needs to come off and my surgery got moved from the 26th to this coming friday :-( Mom's a little nervous (she hasn't actually told me that, but she keeps making us scrambled eggs for dinner and she rarely does that, so we know something's up) ....... we know Dr Frankie will take amazing care of me and mommy even has a 'babysitter' arranged to come sit with me for the 2 hours she has to be away from home on Saturday as she doesn't want to leave me alone, but she's still worried ......

I did hear a rumor about the return of the dreaded satelite dish that i hate so much ........ cwap!

xoxoxoxxoxoxoxo

 

It's been a loooong time!

February 13th 2010 4:38 pm
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Hi Friends!

Boy, that typist lady sure never lets me hang out these days! We've been busy around here! Mommy has been working a lot in order to keep Teej & I in the lifestyle to which we have become accustomed (bol).

I've been naughty too ........ got under the bathroom vanity and decided to dine on some things that i really shouldn't have ....... at the time it seemed like a good idea, however in hindsight, all it did was result in several days of me barfing & not able to poop and a reaaaallllly long day spent at the e-vet place (where my vet was a big poop) ....... i'm fine from that and mom can only hope i learned my lesson, however the doodie head dr did find an ugly growth on my front leggie that he conveniently chose to ignore and wouldn't have even mentioned to mom if she hadn't asked ..... anywhooo, we went to see Dr Frankie yesterday (the bestest vet in the whole wide world), and he took some samples to send off to the lab. He says regardless of the results, the thingie needs to come off, so i'm scheduled for surgery on the 26th. :-( He told mom there's a 50/50 chance that it turns out to be benign, so mom is trying her best to stay positive!

We don't want to worry anyone, but thought that if anyone comes across my diary entry, maybe you can keep good thoughts for me on the 26th and POP for the 'thing' to be benign .......

Love you all!

XOXOXOXOXOXO,
Dickens

 
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