Age: 14 Years Sex: Female Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Dogster stats for Alex (1999-2010)
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Mom only calls me Alexis Marie when I'm in trouble...
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December 1st 1999
I like it a bunch when my sister Anna licks me. I think it feels good, and my mom swears that's part of the reason my hair started growing back. I also like to bark... at everything...
I HATE it when birds and squirrels and bunnies have the nerve to walk into my yard! I just have to bark loud enough so that everyone in the neighborhood knows the injustice that's occurring.
I like things that squeek cause I get to rip them apart to find out what's making the noise. I also like rope toys and Galileo bones.
I'll eat anything, including anything on the counter that's within reach of my long schnoz. I pulled a potato off the counter once and Mom found it later that day after I left it in my bed. She learned quickly, though, so now moves things I can reach.
I like to go anywhere. Mom thinks it looks funny when my tiny sister Poppy walks with us, and me (the big pinscher) and her (the mini pinscher) get to walk together.
I'm pretty good at catching treats when you throw them to me.
Wow, did I have a busy few months! When I was 5, my owners left me with their parents and didn't come back for me. Then they didn't want to keep me, so they took me to the shelter where my mom worked. No one wanted to adopt me cause I was bald and had a bad hip. Then when my time was up, my mom liked me so much she decided I was going to be her "project" dog.
When Mom decided to take me under her wing, she moved me back to her office, where I lived for a long time. Mom said I had all sorts of "weird skin issues" when she met me. I went to the vet and got tests done, and I was on lots of different medications and supplements and special food, and I got washed in shampoos that smelled funny (man, that was worse than taking the medicine!). Nothing seemed to help, so Mom said I just had the typical "blue" problems. When I was at the doctor, they took an x-ray of my hip and said I needed surgery to fix it. But by the time Mom finally gave up on my skin, I had some trouble with my good leg. Everyone decided I probably shouldn't get surgery. I struggled with my weight for a while, too. First I was too big, then I got too skinny when I was depressed at the shelter. After I lived in the office for a long time, Mom decided to take me home one weekend since I was sooo sweet and I got along with everyone. I fit in so well, I never went back to the shelter! Mom said that I was on something called Petfinder for over a year, but still no one wanted me. I even got to go to PetFest in Indianapolis and some other adotpion events, and EVERYONE loved me, but no one wanted me. Finally, my mom came to the conclusion that I was never going to get adopted. Then she did the paperwork, and I was officially hers! Frankly, I don't know why she waited so darn long! Mom says I have more hair now than she's ever seen on me. She says it was funny that I went through so many different kinds of expensive special foods for so long, and then when she gave up and started feeding me the same regular food as the other dogs, that's when my hair started growing back. I'm just glad I don't itch as much as I used to.
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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings where hung by the chimney with care
In the hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there
But at the North Pole sudden changes arose
All down to Rudolph and his ruby red nose
Clipboard in hand, a breed expert arrived
He motioned to Santa saying," please step aside".
A smooth haired coat and a muscular build
A broad deep chest our Rudolph did yield
The breed expert's pen, created pages of ticks
Then he suddenly called out "good lord, we've been tricked!"
"This creatures no donkey and clearly no horse!
I know these things! I've attended the course!"
Look at my clipboard the boxes are full!
It's very obvious to me: Rudolph is a pit bull!
Out with the measuring sticks, he explained to Santa the law
And he measured poor Rudolph from shoulder to floor.
As the spectacle continued Santa said with a sigh
He's a reindeer you fool! Why must he die?
"The law is the law" the expert said standing tall,
Then picked up his mobile and made a quick call
The sound of sirens filled the peaceful night air
and Rudolph removed .to who knew where?
Days turned too weeks and confused and alone
Rudolph pined, for the place he called home
As the first snow started falling Rudolph gave up the fight
And he took his last breath on a cold winters night
You may think this is funny, if a little untrue.
But how would you like it, if it happened to you?
If your dog was taken because of its look?
Because it ticked enough boxes in some silly book?
Regardless of parentage it doesn't matter what breed
If it ticks enough boxes then it's a done deed
So humour me here and pretend this is true
Think how you would feel if it happened to you.
Cuddle your hounds while you have them close by
For some spend this Christmas, waiting to die.
Now back to the story, it doesn't end there
One more short verse I need to share
Santa fetched Rudolph's body and cried for his friend
And swore to himself, this would not be the end
And I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight
"The law is wrong, please help us to fight!"
Author: Alison Green
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