American Pit Bull Terrier
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Age: 12 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Dixie, D-Dog, Dixie-Dog

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:

going for rides...if you leave your car door open, she will jump in and refuse to get out until you take her somewhere.

not getting to go for a ride; getting kicked out of the bed at night.

Favorite Toy:
she doesn't have one, none of the toys last very long; she and zep love tug ropes, but they get destroyed pretty quickly.

Favorite Food:
she eats anything that doesn't eat her first.

Best Tricks:
Dixie is a person trapped in a dog's body...that dog will do anything you tell her to do, I swear she understands people-speak.

Arrival Story:
It was August of 2006. My husband (who was then my boyfriend) and I were sitting in our living room, when a dog wandered up in our yard. I said "ooh! a dog!" and jumped up to run outside. Billy said "Stephanie! Christ! That's a pit bull! She'll tear your head off!" But I didn't listen. I went to the door and there was the sweetest girl you'd ever want to encounter. I went back inside...head still nicely attached...and informed Billy that she was to be my dog, that god had sent her to me. Billy told me not to get attached, someone would likely show up to retrieve her. Then he left to go work. I tied Dixie up outside and sat with her, playing with her and loving on her. After a little while, a man on a Harley pulled into my driveway. I very pitifully asked if she was his dog...he said yes...I said I figured someone would come and take her away, but I sure did like her a lot. I think my sad little eyes broke his little heart...because he told me if I promised to take good care of her, I could keep her. So I did! Billy chastised me for stealing a man's dog, lol, but it wasn't very long before Billy loved her just as much as me. In fact, she is partial to him...that bias is what led us to getting Zeppelin, who is most certainly his female persons puppy.

The man who gifted Dixie to me said that in November of 2005, he had found her on the side of Dixie Hwy in Louisville with a brand new litter of pups. He guessed her to be right about a year old at the time. He named her Dixie because of where he found her. He and his wife put a found ad in the paper, and quickly got a call from Dixie's real owner. In the course of conversation, it was determined that the original owner very likely partakes in dog fights...so the man who found her refused to return her and her pups. The pups were all given away, and Dixie was spayed...then we wound up with her.

Forums Motto:
Dixie Land Delight

The Last Forum I Posted In:
If a fish can do it

I've Been On Dogster Since:
June 26th 2007 More than 9 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Meet my family
Zeppelin J.
Dogg, ESQ

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Tails of a Vindictive Bitch-That's Me.

Take THAT Zeppelin, right in the EAR!

July 24th 2007 9:29 am
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So I've kind of been showing my arse lately. My Dad (who is my favorite of the people) has gone to work on the road welding, so he's gone all the time now. I don't like it at all. The first week he was gone, I pooped in the house 3 times. I never poop in the house. I did it on purpose. I don't think that Mom likes Dad being gone either...she used to stay outside until dark with us after she got home from work...she would garden and we would play. Now she lets us out for a few minutes, then she sits on her bed and waits for it to get dark so she can go to sleep. She is getting better, though...yesterday we stayed outside for a few hours with her, and she worked in her sorely neglected garden. She keeps telling Dad that if he continues to stay gone all the time, she's going to have to hire a pool boy. Funny thing, though...we don't have a pool. ???

Zeppelin murdered a wascally wabbit yesterday. I decided that I should be entitled to half of it. Zeppelin did not agree. A large dog-fight ensued. I won...or at least I was winning when Mom came running across the yard, screaming at us, and made us quit. Zeppelin was down, the big weinie. Mom took the wabbit away from us.

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