 Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Leave a bone for Zhane
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Nicknames:
Zhanie-Marainy, Scaredy-Mutt, BossDog's Second in Command, Little Man, She's Gonna Bite You!
Quick Bio:
Likes:
He loved Silver more than anything in the world, with (hopefully) me in a close second
Pet-Peeves:
He was scared of EVERYTHING! He didn't really care for Stubby the 2 weeks that they shared a yard
Favorite Toy:
He never played with toys, but he liked to try to hump Silver
Favorite Food:
He liked anything, really. He and Silver were table scrap aficionados
Favorite Walk:
Rainbow Bridge, because there is nothing to be afraid of there
Best Tricks:
Skill fully learning absolutely nothing during his 5 years on this Earth, he was also good at being cute
Arrival Story:
Zhane was given to me by some people who used to live next door to me. Zhane's dad, a beautiful, intelligent Border Collie, was dumped off in their drivyway when he was a puppy. When they moved away to live on a farm, they got Zhane's mom, a little (probably around 25-30 #'s) bird dog mix. She was probably a beagle/pointer/fox terrier mix of some sort, but we'll never really know. Well, Zhane came from Jake (dad) and Sunnie's (mom) first litter of pups, which I think was something along the line of 10 or so pups. Me, being the dog-crazie that I am, was thrilled to just play with the pups while visiting the old neighbors on their new farm. One in particular caught my eye, and I knew that he was going to be my dog, one way or another. He was the puppy that was curious about everything, but still a little timid. He waited for all the other pups to find something else to occupy themselves with before he would approach me. Then, all he wanted to do was sit in my lap and get his belly rubbed. I first met him when he wask only 5 weeks old, too young to take home. I begged my parents, but they kept saying no. I went and visited him every chance I got, and got more and more attached everytime. I was so scared that he would not be there when I arrived each time I went, because they were all cute and people were taking them fast. Finally, 5 weeks after our first meeting, our old neighbors showed up at a party at my grandparents' house for a party. I was sitting out on the back deck with a book when Mary (one of our old neighbors) came out to find me. In a laundry basket that she carried was my puppy! "Your mom and dad have been debating on letting you have this dog. They told us to hold on to him for you in case they decided on letting you have him. Guess what they decided?" Mary said. I knew right then that my parents had been saying "yes" all along, they just wanted me to prove that I really wanted the fuzzy little pup. That night, 5 weeks after we first met, Zhane came home with me.
Bio:
Zhane was the sweetest, most loving, most beautiful and THE dumbest dog on the planet. I always said that he had all the beauty of his Border Collie father and the lack of a brain of his mom. Indeed, as he grew, we learned that he was a little lacking in some areas, Like swimming. He couldn't. Puddles terrified him because he was afraid of falling in. Once, while visiting my granparents, he and Silver were out playing near the pond. Well, Silver was IN the pond, Zhane was on the pier trying to reach her. She kept swimming just out of reach of him, and finally he fell in. Needless to say, he would have drowned right then and there if we hadn't been there to pull him out! Another of his idiocies was humping Silver. See, he was never neutered, but Silver is spayed. He would try to "get his groove on" with Silver, but always went for her head! She would bite the crap out of him, make him cry and then he would try all over again an hour later. Poor, silly Zhane. I lost my poor Zhane due to a kennel accident last November. He and Silver were at the clinic I worked for to be treated for heartworms. One morning, while he was in a dirt run to go potty, he had a sudden separation anxiety attack and tried to chew his way out of a chain-link fence. He broke several teeth and punctured his tongue several times. We cleaned him up, fixed his tongue and thought that everything would be okay. Not so. He refused to cooperate with the doctors and despite everything the doctors tried, his condition worsened. He died the night before Thanksgiving 2003 from complications of a partly amputated tongue, renal failure, and a broken will to live. We miss him terribly...
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| August 6th 2004 |
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Dogster Id:
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