Freckles (Bridge angel 6-7-13)


American Cocker Spaniel
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Home:Standish, MI  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Freckles (Bridge angel 6-7-13)

Nicknames:
Devil-dog, Little One, Psycho, Freaky, Frecks, Frecky, Squeaky Freaky, Froo-Koo, Froots and Nuts, Baby Stink, Ewok, Pickles and FREEEEEEEEEAKY!!!!!

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

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-purebred-pound dog-dog rescue

Gotcha Date:
January 12th 2007

Birthday:
July 12th 2003

Likes:
Picking on her 100-pound "sister," Maxie; running around like a crazy dog.

Pet-Peeves:
Maxie getting more attention than her.

Favorite Toy:
Her kong filled with peanut butter

Favorite Food:
Iams dry mixed with Iams canned beef

Favorite Walk:
ANYWHERE!!! And, she RUNS....she doesn't have time to walk. She does everything at 100 MPH.

Best Tricks:
She had no tricks or any discipline up to a month ago when she was adopted. Now, she can "sit," and "stay." (If she's in the mood.) She'll attend obedience training next month.

Arrival Story:
My Cocker, LuckyJo, had to be put to sleep on 12-15-06, because of kidney failure. My remaining dog, Maxie, was very "lost" without LuckyJo. She was very sad. She had never been alone before; she was always a dog of two or a dog of three; I decided to get another Cocker to keep her company. She was raised with Cockers. I contacted my animal control officer and told her I was looking for a female Cocker Spaniel to keep Maxie company. She found one in a few weeks -- an owner surrender. They said she was 3.5 years old. When I took her to my vet for her initial work-up, they were convinced she's no more than about 2 years old. I agree -- she's too wild to be that old! (BOL!!) Anyway, I'm working on training her and getting her calmed down.....she does everything 100 MPH, she's gonna wear herself out in about 5 years! Update June 2008: Freckles has been with us now about 1.5 years, and she's getting better. She's my "work in progress." She's still a bird-crazy hunter, but she does have some manners now. She's a very loving little dog....just VERY HIGH energy! Update June 2009: Freckles is turning into a very loving little dog. Initially, she wouldn't look you in the eye, or want to be near anyone....she'd just go into another room and be by herself. A few months ago, she finally started "warming up;' she'd look you in the eye, lay by you, and actually nudge you to get petted. That's SOOOOO cool. I didn't think she'd ever turn into all of my other dogs -- loving and needy. Just the way I love them to be. She still has her Freaky Frecky moments, but during "normal" times, she's just that: normal. Like a real dog. I don't know what the other homes that had her did to her to make her so stand-offish, but I finally brought her out of it. Whew. UPDATE 6-7-13: Rest in Peace, Freckles "Pickles" Smith (7-12-03 to 6-7-13). You were my funny bone, the one that made me laugh out loud. You were my protector from all things feathered or furry. (Besides your siblings.) You were the neighborhood barker, the one who had to be in the picture window, surveying her kingdom. You knew the minute I turned down our road, and and you were always waiting for me in that window. You were the one I yelled at the most, because you were a thinking dog, and had a mind of your own. You did what you wanted to do, regardless of whether I wanted you to do it or not. You were the queen of all diggers of all time. My yard and flower gardens will never be the same because of your unique and creative landscaping skills. I lost you today, so suddenly, I'm still in shock. One minute you were fine; the next, you were at the vet's office, suffocating in your own blood. I can rest in the fact that you didn't suffer, you went so very quickly, I am still listening for your soft snoring near my computer chair. My heart is broken, dear Freckles, because I will never again see you filthy, from your digging exploits under the back deck. I will never see you running the fence-line, looking for possible threats to your kingdom. I will never see you sitting underneath a tree, looking straight up, barking at birds. I will miss you, my dear friend, and please look down on me every now and then, and know in your heart that I loved you with all of mine. When I went to the shelter on your "gotcha day," (1-12-07), it was the day after my last chemo treatment. I figured I just might live after all, so it was time to save another life. And, poor Maxie was so very sad after losing LuckyJo the very month before. I thought she could use a new Cocker Spaniel to keep her company again. I didn't realize that when we went to the vet to pick her up from a minor procedure, that you would attack her on the spot, and that it took me about 20 minutes to get you calmed down enough so I could drive you both home. Yeah, Freckles. You did that. You were a scrapper. Remember a few years ago when you tangoed with that skunk? I do. You stunk for months....especially if you got wet. And, do you remember me turning that hose on you and that huge opossum around 1 a.m......it distracted you enough that the doggone possum got away. That damn thing was as big as you and twice as mean. But, you didn't back down. That's just the kind of pup you were. As I write these words, I sob. Crying like a girl because my heart is broken. Crying because there is a huge hole in my heart. The hole you left in it when you left me this afternoon. I held you after you were gone, knowing that you'd be seeing Maxie and LuckyJo and Lady, and Lucky2 and Lucky1 at Rainbow Bridge. I know that you're up there right now, barking at birds, digging holes and searching out your long-lost pal, Maxie -- who you ended up loving with all of your heart, as I did. You were a great dog Freckles, even though I complained about you. Often. But, I always did it with love. Because you were you. You were like no other. And, that's really and truly the only way I ever wanted you to be. Freckles to the end. You lived your life to the maximum. There was no "go slow" for you. You lived with gusto and you touched the hearts of all that knew you. You are now buried in the back yard -- right under that huge arborvitae that you dug up last fall. Yes, Mikey and I tied it to the corner of the deck today, reburied the rootball, and made room for you underneath it. Because I knew that, given your druthers, you'd rather be IN the dirt then cremated and sitting in a box somewhere, clean and dry. Cuz, that wasn't you, Freckles. You and I both know that. And, now you're gone. And, here I sit....missing you terribly. Because it just happened all too fast. I didn't have any time to prepare for this tragedy. It just hit me like a brick wall, or like that time you hit the pavement like a sack of wet cement when you jumped out of the backseat window of my Trailblazer a few years ago. Yeah, Freckles. You did that too. Nearly scared me to death. You could have been killed. But, you jumped up, shook it off, and ran towards the ditch, cuz you figured you could probably scare up a bird or two there. You silly, silly dog. Geez, I loved you. I'll always love you. I'll always miss you. And, I'll always remember you. Always. Goodbye, my faithful, loving, and funny dog.

Bio:
Freckles is a beautiful little chocolate and white Cocker with a zillion freckles on her body. Her little butt cheeks are brown, and she has her little wigglebutt tail of pure white in between that field of brown. She's absolutely gorgeous. Now, if we could just CALM HER DOWN a bit!!! ;-) UPDATE 6-7-13: Rest in Peace, Freckles "Pickles" Smith (7-12-03 to 6-7-13). You were my funny bone, the one that made me laugh out loud. You were my protector from all things feathered or furry. (Besides your siblings.) You were the neighborhood barker, the one who had to be in the picture window, surveying her kingdom. You knew the minute I turned down our road, and and you were always waiting for me in that window. You were the one I yelled at the most, because you were a thinking dog, and had a mind of your own. You did what you wanted to do, regardless of whether I wanted you to do it or not. You were the queen of all diggers of all time. My yard and flower gardens will never be the same because of your unique and creative landscaping skills. I lost you today, so suddenly, I'm still in shock. One minute you were fine; the next, you were at the vet's office, suffocating in your own blood. I can rest in the fact that you didn't suffer, you went so very quickly, I am still listening for your soft snoring near my computer chair. My heart is broken, dear Freckles, because I will never again see you filthy, from your digging exploits under the back deck. I will never see you running the fence-line, looking for possible threats to your kingdom. I will never see you sitting underneath a tree, looking straight up, barking at birds. I will miss you, my dear friend, and please look down on me every now and then, and know in your heart that I loved you with all of mine. When I went to the shelter on your "gotcha day," (1-12-07), it was the day after my last chemo treatment. I figured I just might live after all, so it was time to save another life. And, poor Maxie was so very sad after losing LuckyJo the very month before. I thought she could use a new Cocker Spaniel to keep her company again. I didn't realize that when we went to the vet to pick her up from a minor procedure, that you would attack her on the spot, and that it took me about 20 minutes to get you calmed down enough so I could drive you both home. Yeah, Freckles. You did that. You were a scrapper. Remember a few years ago when you tangoed with that skunk? I do. You stunk for months....especially if you got wet. And, do you remember me turning that hose on you and that huge opossum around 1 a.m......it distracted you enough that the doggone possum got away. That damn thing was as big as you and twice as mean. But, you didn't back down. That's just the kind of pup you were. As I write these words, I sob. Crying like a girl because my heart is broken. Crying because there is a huge hole in my heart. The hole you left in it when you left me this afternoon. I held you after you were gone, knowing that you'd be seeing Maxie and LuckyJo and Lady, and Lucky2 and Lucky1 at Rainbow Bridge. I know that you're up there right now, barking at birds, digging holes and searching out your long-lost pal, Maxie -- who you ended up loving with all of your heart, as I did. You were a great dog Freckles, even though I complained about you. Often. But, I always did it with love. Because you were you. You were like no other. And, that's really and truly the only way I ever wanted you to be. Freckles to the end. You lived your life to the maximum. There was no "go slow" for you. You lived with gusto and you touched the hearts of all that knew you. You are now buried in the back yard -- right under that huge arborvitae that you dug up last fall. Yes, Mikey and I tied it to the corner of the deck today, reburied the rootball, and made room for you underneath it. Because I knew that, given your druthers, you'd rather be IN the dirt then cremated and sitting in a box somewhere, clean and dry. Cuz, that wasn't you, Freckles. You and I both know that. And, now you're gone. And, here I sit....missing you terribly. Because it just happened all too fast. I didn't have any time to prepare for this tragedy. It just hit me like a brick wall, or like that time you hit the pavement like a sack of wet cement when you jumped out of the backseat window of my Trailblazer a few years ago. Yeah, Freckles. You did that too. Nearly scared me to death. You could have been killed. But, you jumped up, shook it off, and ran towards the ditch, cuz you figured you could probably scare up a bird or two there. You silly, silly dog. Geez, I loved you. I'll always love you. I'll always miss you. And, I'll always remember you. Always. Goodbye, my faithful, loving, and funny dog.

Forums Motto:
I'm FREAKY Freckles, the psycho pup!

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Friends at the Rainbow Bridge!!

I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 15th 2007 More than 7 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
480005


Meet my family
LADY (Forever
loved
1993-2005)
MAXIE Part of
my heart!
'97-08
LuckyJo
(Bridge angel,
92-06)
Lucky
1983-1994
MaxLADY, PUPPY
ZADY
Sam-Sam (the
Chow Chow)

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I've been Tagged!


I've Been Tagged!!!!

May 27th 2007 10:04 am
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I Was Tagged by Archie!!!

Here are the rules:

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged need to write in their own diary about the seven random facts and the rules. You need to choose seven dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to read your diary.

My seven random facts:

1) I am BIRD CRAZY! I'm always looking up to find a bird. Birds, birds, birds, birds, birds.

2) When nothing else takes my attention from birds, FOOD always works! I'm an obedience school graduate, but you'd never guess it.

3) I love peanut butter in my kong. Or, peanut butter straight out of the jar. Whatver, as long as it's peanut butter.

4) I love barking at other cars during a car ride! I love barking at kids on bikes, at other dogs, and mostly at birds!

5) Mom calls me her 100 MPH dog, cuz I do everything FAST FAST FAST!

6) I like to pick on my 100-pound sister, Maxie!

7) I like to curl up by mom on the couch, or lay on her feet when she's on the computer. It's the ONLY time I'm not going 100 MPH!

I now tag these 7 dogs:

My two partners in crime, Nya & Jovi
and, also:
Rummie
Bosco
Sadie
Morgan
and
Hank the Handsome Hound

TAG, you're it!!!

 
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