Nicknames: Swanfield's You Are My Sunshine CGC, Miss, Missa, Sippi, Sipper, Mipps, Mississippi Mud Pie, Mississippi Moo, Little Miss, Miss Pie, Miss Fish, Brown Dog, Woovum, Muttchka, Casual Friday, Lapushka, Sister, Sweetness
Gotcha Date: April 14th 2007
Birthday: October 14th 2005
Likes: lots of playtime and snuggling, chewing, tennis balls, sticks, being with people she loves, digging, swimming, licking people's faces, dog friends, bones, begging for people food, PIZZA
Pet-Peeves: being left alone, being startled and scared, things she can't chase, cats that don't want to play chase, the vet, invasion of her rear end, organ meat, bad bad mans, anyone touching her feet or her butt too much
Favorite Toy: tennis balls, a tennis ball in an old sock, sticks, wool toys, Kristy, friends, humans that are on the floor, Batman
Favorite Food: Beef ribs, jack mackerel, green tripe, game meat, and BEEF RIBS!!! As for people food, she loves hot dogs (with ketchup), pizza, and pretty much whatever the people are eating.
Favorite Walk: Anywhere with cats or to the dog park!
Best Tricks: hug, shake, sit, down, watch, bring it, stay, heel, bow, "what do you say?," "where's the cat?" & wait
Arrival Story: I'd looked at three other dogs - one was too quiet, one too hyper for my apartment, and the third was too young. Of course, I loved them all, but my then-boyfriend (now husband) had reservations. He spotted a terrier mix in one of the kennels and said, "Oh, he's cute!" Not as crazy about terriers as he is, I looked at the other dogs in the cage.
"I like Mississippi," I said. Her front paws were on the cage of the door. We took her outside and I instantly fell in love with her. She sat in my lap and let me pet her. When we had to put her back in the kennel, she went in. The other dogs were reluctant, but she had an attitude of, "I'll do it, even though I don't like it." She's hardly left my side since we took her home that day. The Humane Society of Utah only knew that she was abandoned. She's still afraid of being left behind, but she's getting lots better. She was in the shelter for a month before I found her. She's very smart, sweet, and playful. She loves puppies and other dogs, and tries to make friends with cats. She's supposedly a shepherd mix, but I don't know if that means German Shepherd or Australian Shepherd (what the vet thought)... and she definitely has some retriever in her.
Bio: Mississippi graduated from Level One Obedience class in the summer of 2007. She began a raw diet on the first of January, 2008.
She began intermediate obedience in March 2008 and earned her AKC Canine Good Citizen certificate in May 2008.
She began beginning agility in April 2008 and loves the jumps, but has since retired due to a diagnosis of luxating patella and an overcautious owner. She is currently homeschooled in obedience. Mississippi is a Rare Russian Muttchka, also known as a Wasatch Mountain Snow Dog.
Theme songs: Doobie Brothers - "Black Water"
Frankie Valli - "Can't Take My Eyes Off of You"
Led Zeppelin - "Immigrant Song" (I like listening to it!)
Depeche Mode - "Just Can't Get Enough"
Mountain - "Mississippi Queen"
Oasis - "Wonderwall"
My mom says he is my "brother from another mother," which sounds like people gibberish to me, but he is fun. His name is Batman. We like to play wrestling and chase and bite face. Sometimes he bites me hard and I cry, but I am teaching him that that means just don't bite me as hard. We love to play together and he's re-introducing me to lots of my old toys!
He did get chicken yesterday, and seeing other dogs eat chicken makes me want chicken, but I had beef.
We both have crazy butt mohawks and fall down a lot and are crazy goofy snuggle dogs. I think we are BFFs, only different because he lives in my house. Last night I didn't sleep on my bed, I slept on the floor next to him (on Mom's side of the bed, which I think made Dad sad, so I will have to lick his face - maybe Batman will help!). He is very hyper and runs around a lot, which looks like FUN but I am an all grown up dog now and he thinks he is a puppy.
Wow, my friends, many things have happened since I last wrote, and no, I'm not having puppies.
You see, for the past few weeks, the humans kept talking to me and petting me and stuff. I thought this was good, because I love attention. Then Mom started putting things in boxes, which is TERRIBLE, but it wasn't putting all our stuff in boxes, so it was okay. Maybe she was "cleaning" or doing other strange human rituals.
Two weeks ago, Mom got up and got all her running stuff ready and I was SO EXCITED but she was going to a "race" which means "no dogs allowed" and I don't know why she even does those. Running with me is super fun. Then a little while later, Dad got up and we went for a little walk. Well something made all the humans ever all excited and THEY WERE ALL RUNNING. There were some dogs watching (why weren't the dogs running too? I want to run!!!) and I wanted to meet them. All other dogs are Very Interesting and potential BFFs. Dad did not let me. Then, guess who came by? MOM. She was one of the crazy running people! And she ran away without me! Then Dad and I went home and he left me all by myself. He and mom came back after a while and they put me in my crate because some strange men came over.
Mom and dad put all of our stuff in boxes (BAD!!!!) and the strange men started taking all of our stuff outside. I woofed and I woofed, then after a while I settled down and ate from my Kong with ground bison in it and also the chicken feet Mom kept giving me. Mom stayed with me even when Dad went away. Then we went for a Car Ride and went to a house with a big yard and they let me off my leash. I ran around and rolled in the grass and was very happy.
Apparently we live there now. I love to roll in the grass. Mom and Dad say they "own" the house and so we don't have to move (aka Traumatize the Miss) every year or so any more.
Things are going well now. Yesterday Mom came home and then left me really fast, but she brought me back a present when she came back - a new tag! Apparently I am "licensed" now. Whatever. She also made me a flirt pole, which is my New Favorite Thing and I woof at the tennis ball in a sock that is tied to the end because I want to Get It and sometimes I do and then we play Tug.
Okay, this isn't an entry about things that are Good for Dogs. This is an important corollary:
Humans cannot decide what is Good for Dogs.
This should be obvious! Only dogs can decide what is good for them, because we are the only ones that really know! I can't tell my mom what is Good for People - except that I will make rrrring noises until I get what I want, so why can she and my dad tell me what is Good for Dogs?
Humans think things like the vet and the Dremel are good for dogs. This is not true, and they wouldn't know.
Of course, I am a smart dog, so I have some insight into what is Good for People, so here's another corollary:
What is Good for Dogs is Good for People.
For example, tennis balls are good for dogs. If I want to play with my tennis ball (Good for Dogs), and my mom will not throw me the ball, I will rrrr and pester her until she throws the ball. Humans respond well to pestering, and so I propose that they just do what the dogs want. That is Good for People.
All the other weird stuff that is good for them they can figure out on their own.