 Sex: Female Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Leave a bone for Tammie
Nicknames:
Tammie Whammie
Doggie Dynamics:
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Quick Bio:
Likes:
car rides, cuddling, singing, chewing drywall
Pet-Peeves:
uncarpeted floors, thunderstorms, the vacuum, ketchup, other dogs
Favorite Toy:
squeeky Santa-dog
Favorite Food:
fig newtons
Favorite Walk:
the back yard (when we had one)
Best Tricks:
sit, stay, shake
Arrival Story:
Tammie was my second "family dog" when I was growing up. A few days after the passing of our first dog from cancer (at the age of 3), we realized that the house was very quiet and lonely without a dog. Not knowing any better, my parents went to a NJ puppy mill looking for a new dog. I was 11 years old at the time and remember the stacks and stacks of cages that the dogs were kept in. I picked out Tammie, who was a little older than the rest at 4 months old. My sister picked out a smaller lap dog, and my parents a sheltie. The lap dog was nixed by my parents, so my sister pouted. It was down to Tammie or the sheltie... the sheltie was energetic and romping outside, while Tammie just sat there scared. But she was so darn cute and fluffly I begged my parents for her and got my wish.
Bio:
My dad named her Tammie because it rhymed with the breed nickname "Sammy."
Tammie's stay with my family almost ended within a few months. She was a "chewer" as a puppy and my parents would routinely freak out when they caught her chewing on the wood paneling or furniture. No amount of bitter apple or hot pepper would stop her. My parents were ignorant to crate training, so she was free to chew up the bathroom or kitchen (where they kept her while out). At one point my mom told me she was going to the pound, and I cried myself to sleep thinking she was leaving. I don't know if it was good ro bad but my family ended up keeping her.
Tammie was a great companion to me. She was very empathic and would nuzzle in your lap if she saw you crying. Because of her full Sammy coat, my parents didn't allow her upstairs, so she stayed in the den most of her life. This was hard, as our bedrooms were upstairs... I would occassionally sneak her into mine, but she was so conditioned not to go upstairs, she was very afraid of the long walk down the hallway to my room.
When I went away to college, my parents' relationship crumbled and they seperated. Tammie still lived at home, in the downstairs den, but received very little attention. She would get food and water and was left out in the back yard a couple times a day, but that was it. It was a very lonely life with little human contact.
After college I moved out. I told (not asked) my parents that I was taking Tammie with me and I got no objections. Tammie was my dog and after 4 long years of near-solitude, it was time to do her right.
Tammie spent her final few years living with me in a one-bedroom apartment. It took her about a month to adjust to the move. Afterward, it was perfect for her... no steps (she was getting older), and always within a few feet of me. She lived 13 years, the last 3 with me in the apartment. Tammie's final few days were hard, as she had advanced arthritis. When she finally couldn't stand to eat her dinner, she got so upset and frustrated, and I knew it was time to let her go. Tammie was more like a sister to me than a dog. I miss her and think of her often.
Forums Motto:
love me!
The Groups I'm In:
Sam I Am, The Rainbow Bridge
I've Been On Dogster Since:
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More than 2 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
544191
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August 25th 2007 8:44 am
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Welcome to the Bridge Fanny, the big, powerful American bulldog.
How sad that I have to welcome another "family" member so soon after Goku and Chewie. I know you hated strangers but you always were so kind to my sister, even though she only saw you a few times a year. It meant a lot to her that you accepted her as "family." You meant so much to your own family it is going to be hard without you, but your sister Lucky will try her best to ease their pain. Your sickness is now gone, your legs are no longer sore, and you can run at the Bridge like a puppy again!!!
August 7th 2007 9:12 pm
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Welcome to the bridge Goku and Chewie.
I knew your dad before you guys were even born: I growled at him a bit... and pooped by the sofa he was sleeping on... and drank water at night to keep him awake.... hee-hee. Your dad is one of my sister's best friends; you've met my sister several times (Goku, you even snuck into bed with her one night!!!). She is sad to hear of your passing, and hopes that I will keep you company at the bridge while you wait the long wait. Hmmm... I don't know, I'm a bit of a loner but we'll see what I can do!
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