Nicknames: Weiner-roo, Winnies, Roo, Weiner-dog, Little Bean, Shorty
Birthday: June 6th 2000
Likes: A full food dish, her bed, her Mommy, her Grammy and greenies.
Pet-Peeves: Being annoyed by Harmony!!!!
Favorite Toy: Fi-Fi (a hot pink stuffed poddle that she loves sending to the stuffed animal trauma center- my Mother)
Favorite Food: She's on a SEE food diet, whatever she sees, she eats.
Favorite Walk: To her food bowl, her bed and around Grammy's house.
Best Tricks: She does great "BAT" and Elvis impersonations.
Arrival Story: Winnie was a friend of a friends dog. Winnie's previous owner knew that I'm experienced with owning Doxies and every time I went to my friends home, I'd go to her friend's house and ask if Winnie could come out to play. When she decided that she needed to find a home that could give Winnie more attention that she could, Winnie's precious owner called to ask if I wanted her.
Bio: Winnie died within 48 hours of showing signs of being sick. The vet did all she could do and so did I and we all hoped for the best and prayed she'd get better. It's a painful reminder to never take your loved ones for granted, take as many pictures and videos as you can b/c you never know if you'll ever get another chance. We are all beyond heartbroken and will miss her more than words can say!
Thank you to all that provided kind words, encouragement and pretty stars, rosettes and gifties to my page. Mommy appreciates is so very much. This has been so hard for her to deal with and since it was so sudden makes it that much harder. She did get to say goodbye and tell me how much she loved me, what a good girl I am and how awesome I had made everyone's life that knew me before I took my last breath in my Grammy's arms (my most favorite place to be) while Mommy was petting me. Please forgive Mommy if the individual thank you's take a little longer to post so that's the reason for this diary entry. Thanks again! xoxo
Treat me kindly , my beloved master,
for no heart in all the world is more
grateful for kindness than the loving
heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick,
for although I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and
understanding will more quickly teach
me the things you would have be do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is
world’s sweetest music, as you must know
by the fierce wagging of my tail when your
footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me
inside, for I am now a domesticated animal,
no longer used to bitter elements.
And I ask no greater glory than the
privilege of sitting at your feet beside
the hearth. Though had you no home,
I would rather follow you through ice and
snow than rest upon the softest pillow in
the warmest home in the land, for you are
my god and I am your devoted worshipper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water,
for although I should not reproach you
were it dry, I cannot tell you when I
suffer thirst. Feed me clean food so
that I may stay well to romp and play
and do your bidding, to walk by your
side, and stand ready willing and able
to protect you with my life should your
life be in danger.
And beloved master, should the Great Master
see fit to deprive me of my health or sight,
do not turn me away from you. Rather,
hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands
grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...
and I will leave you knowing with the last
breath I draw, my fate was every safest
in your hands.