May 31st 2010 7:22 pm
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It is with heavy heart that I report that "Leggies" left us on Mother's Day. He spent 6 wonderful, joyful, loving years with us. He hadn't been eating well for several days, but was still playful & happy, with no signs of distress or discomfort of any kind. We were still dealing with Storm's multiple problems (cyst removals, teeth extractions, etc.) that we were unaware that his abdomen was distended. We took him to the vet that morning expecting them to run tests & let us know what was up so we could treat whatever was ailing him. Little did we know that he would not be coming home with us ever again. After blood tests and multiple x-rays of his stomach, they determined that his abdomen was full of fluid. They drew a sample to test and found it was blood. He was anemic and the blood was very thick. The vet felt as if he probably had a ruptured mass, and it had been bleeding internally for several days. His only hope was transfusions until he stabilized, then exploratory surgery just to determine the cause, all with a very bad outlook. We felt as if he had been through enough and so the decision was made not to wake him up, but to let him slip peacefully away. This was the hardest thing I've ever personally faced, but we did it for him. For those of you who didn't know his story, he was abused & had severe fear agression. Just to get his dental work done we stayed with him from first "happy shot" through his recovery to conciousness, 6 hours on the floor of the examining room. Never was there a better friend, a more loving son, a gentler heart than our boy was with us. His Dad & I will miss him forever. His smile was infectious, his love forever.
October 19th 2007 5:23 pm
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Boy, a fella can't even chase his tail for a second without getting tagged, twice even! First was my friend Odyseuss, 2nd was Arthur (such a cutie).
Here's da rules.....
Each pup must list seven random facts about themselves. Dogs that are tagged then need to post in thier diary the rules & the seven, yes 7, pawsome facts about themselves. Then they chose 7 pups to tag & list thier names. Don't forget to bark a pmail to them that they've been tagged & to read your diary to see da rules!
#1. I love to bully my sisters, alot!
#2. I have my own toybox that's absolutely full of toys & I always want the one on the bottom!
#3. I still think I'm a 120lb Chihuahua, and try to get into my Momma's lap.
#4. Cooper of the Nanuck is my "bestest" friend.
#5. I'm scared to death of dragons! One lives in the dungeon & Momma calls it a vacumn, the other lives outside in a big cave & eats up our grass. :)
#6. I hate getting my nails clipped & Daddy has to rub my ears while Momma cuts my toes.
#7. I've been slowly trying to take over Mom & Dad's bed. They kick me off, but as soon as thier asleep I get back on. They finally wake up to find themselves sleeping in a pretzel position and kick me off again. Shhhh, they're falling asleep again... here I go!
Now, I tag.....
Cooper, yep once again. After all, you is my bestest friend.
Ramsey (My Momma's friends Momma)
Glacier (who looks like my sister Diamond)
So...Tag, You're it.
June 22nd 2007 8:07 pm
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Okay Coop (& anyone else interested), Here's the scoop. When my now Momma & Dad went to see my FurrDaddy that fateful New Years day, they found me too. You see my furrdaddy was called Alaska, and the "boy" had named me Arctic, but called me Artie. Once I went home with my new family, my Momma said I needed a new name to reflect my new life. I didn't answer to Arctic, Momma didn't like Artie at all, And "Lord Of The Rings" was THE movie at about that time. Momma's oldest daughter suggested Strydor, but I didn't like that one either. It was Daddy would asked Momma "What was the name of the blond elf with pointed ears?" When she said "Legolas" I ran straight to her. She decided that was my name, but in order to show proper respect to my heritage she took my sire's name, my old name & added my new name with "Legacy" to fit it all together. So that's how I became "Alaska's Arctic Legacy~Legalas" (play on the spelling of Legolas was intentional). The hard part was Momma getting my pedigree & registration papers. Don't know why she bothered, but it made her happy when she got them. She says it was more for the legal aspect, that noone could ever take me away, as I was now registered to her. So Momma, why'd you have them shoot me with a microchip??? Laterz, Leggies