Likes: Snuggling with her daddy, and going to the park, or woods for a walk. Also chasing little girls around, she likes to make them scream, and she loves to ride the motorcycle.
Pet-Peeves: People that pop their gum, fireworks, loud men's voices, violence( any type, she gets upset), other dogs trying to sniff her package( it is alright for her to sniff theirs though lol)
Favorite Toy: Her ugly polkadot duck is by far her favorite, but she likes her tiny teddy bear, or anything that is fluffy( no squeaks, she doesn't want anything to do with it), and of course playing with me, her daddy's hands are always a blast for her.
Favorite Food: Chicken, or Lamb
Favorite Walk: Cornwall park, or probably any place with trails in the forest. Lately we have moved back to Idaho, and she loves to run in the snow as long she has her boots on. We didn't get much snow where we lived before.
Best Tricks: Dancing is probably her favorite, and also the people that see her do it. She does it ballet style. She also does a high five, and high ten that people really like. Her favorite though is dancing, she does it for everything even when she needs to go potty
Arrival Story: My story is a bit of a horror that fortunately only lasted a few months. My daddy went to a kennel, and saw me in a corner rejected by my mother, because the food that was being fed to my mom just wasn't nutritious enough for her to be able to feed all of us puppies. I was the runt, so I was rejected. The kennel(I use the term loosely) didn't think my hair would grow long enough to be show quality, and were just going to let me die. Luckily, my future daddy came there, and when he saw me he asked what was going on with me. That's when they told him that I wasn't good enough, so he scooped me up and said I will take her away from here. They then decided I was worth something and charged him $200.00 for me. He paid it, because he wasn't going to leave me there. He rushed me straight to the Vet., and he gave me a supplement that boosted my immune system, and stimulated my appetite. I was on deaths doorstep, so the Dr. said that my daddy should go back to bottle feeding every three hours, and to keep me warm, and I might make it. He took me home, and made me a bed on the oven door. He turned the heat up on the oven to about 150 degrees, and took the oven rack out to place in front of the open door, so that I couldn't wander in the oven and burn myself, even though I was too weak to move. My daddy made a bed right next to me on the kitchen floor, and woke up every three hours and made me a warm bottle of puppy formula. He did that for three weeks, and I turned into the beautiful girl I am today. My daddy, and I have a super tight relationship because of this. I love him dearly, and he loves me too.
My daddy went back a few months later with a humane law enforcement official. He went into the breeder, and found the sickest dog he could find. He paid for him, and left. When they sold him to my daddy they broke the law by selling sick or injured animals. They were then able to shut them down, and take their license. My daddy got to bring the little boy home after he went to the Dr. to be treated for a near fatal case of mange. His name became Oreo, because he was all black with a little white spot on his chest. Unfortunately, when my mommy and daddy split up Oreo stayed with mommy. Then she called my daddy saying she didn't want him, and would daddy take him. He of course said yes, but one week before he was suppose to get him mommy left the gate open, and he got hit by a car. It was so sad, because daddy had trained me since I was a baby that I wasn't allowed to step on pavement unless he goes first. He was about to start that with Oreo, but he was too late. My daddy is very strict on that rule, he tests me in every parking lot, and sidewalk in town. I never mess up, but he still tries to see if I am still paying attention. That's my story, and a little of Oreo's too R.I.P. buddy.
Bio: She gets scared pretty easily around men because I left her with a friend once while I had surgery on my neck, but he had a drinking problem and checked himself into treatment. So his sister was taking care of her, and her boyfriend abused her, and let his son do it as well. These kind of people always think they are just training an animal, just like any type of abuser thinks it's not their fault. I hate abusive people, I was abused as a child so I know what it is like. So now I won't leave her behind anywhere, I don't have to now because the V.A. Hospital has registered her as a service dog for P.T.S.D. She has a fear of anything she thinks looks like violence, even if people hug she'll start barking at them. She has gotten over the trauma for the most part, but she is still very leery of loud men, even me if I talk too loud on the phone. So, I really try to watch my tone while talking to someone on the phone, so she has been great for helping my state of mind. I am a lot calmer because of her.
So, it's been a long while since I've posted anything to my diary. Chucky is a funny little man. He has grown on me, since my last diary entry about him. I even play with those squeaky toys, he used to follow me around with. We go on walks together, and we are right next to each other the whole way. We sleep together, and hang out in the window seal together too. That boy loves to ride on the Harley with us too, of course he does(it's a guy thing I guess). I like it too, as long as I'm in front behind the windshield. I don't like it to be too windy. Chucky however doesn't seem to be able to get enough wind in his face. He was born to ride I guess. He's living life now. He's out of the shelter, and cruising the back roads of Idaho/Wyoming/Utah seeing the world. And he is living it up. He's been a great addition to my family, and I don't have to share my daddy nearly as much as I thought I would. Chucky is a bit of a hermit, who loves to lay on the bed in the back room. So, when we are home I get my daddy to myself most of the time. Chucky comes out sometimes to hang out in the window with me, and watch things happening outside. Well, I gotta go now. I just wanted to update you on our new family member.
That crazy little boy Charles tried to chew on my bone last night. What!!!! Yeah I know, I put him in his place real quick. The sooner he learns who's boss around here the better. I don't care about the welcome wagon, not when you're messing with my stuff.GRRRRRR!!!
This guy is addicted to squeaky toys too. He keeps following me around trying to get me to do something with him. I don't know, pull on it, or something. He doesn't realize that I am just not into that dog stuff, it's beneath me. He does look like he's having a good time though.
He's a happy little guy though, I'll give him that. I keep calling him a little guy, but he's twice my size. It's all in the attitude though, if I keep him thinking I'm bigger, then I am bigger. He'll never know. I gotta go now, my daddy's neck is sore from writing for Charles. Maybe he'll write more for me later. Bye
Well, it snowed today. My favorite, I love to run and play in the snow. Even when it gets too deep for me. My daddy takes me out in the street, so that I can run in the tire tracks. Don't worry, I live in a really small town with no traffic. Daddy can see a car coming for blocks. When they come he just picks me up, and waits for the car to pass. One of the luxuries of living in Idaho.
We are going to the toy store today too WooHoo!! Daddy says we're going to get a toy for Charles, but he always buys me something there. We are going to take a toy with us to the shelter on Wed., so Charles has something new to play with. It's a big day I guess, because if I like him, and he likes me he'll be coming home with us. Daddy is nervous about it, cause he doesn't want our relationship to change. He loves me very much, and I love him very much. He wants me to have more fun at home though, he thinks I look bored when we are home doing nothing. He is going to try to get me out of my shell with Charles, because I am pretty shy around other dogs. I seem to do better with other Pom's than I do with other breeds for some reason. I am getting with dogs that are the same size as me, but I still act differently around other Poms. Almost like I know exactly what breed I am, and I won't put up with anything else. I guess we'll see on Wed. Daddy say's he is going to see if he can bring Charles home for a couple of weeks to see how we do together. I have to go now, we're off to the toy store. See ya next time.