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Likes: Run around and act crazy, Lilo, Sakura, meething new people, cats, her walks
Pet-Peeves: Being ignored, short walks, the rain, thunder, lighning, loud noises, big male dogs
Favorite Toy: Her minty rope toy
Favorite Food: Fishy Foods
Favorite Walk: Through the field where she makes her poopy >>
Best Tricks: Shake, sit, come
Arrival Story: After the untimely loss of my moms beloved pomeranian, Itsy Bitsy, my mom wanted a new companion. Of course, she decided to wait a few months before getting a new dog because she didn't want to feel like she was replacing her best friend and she wasn't sure if she wanted a new dog because of her loss, to fill the gap or simply because she wanted a new companion; but, finally, one day she decided it was time for a new addition to be added to our family. She drove all over town looking for the best dog. She looked at shelters, breeder sites- she looked everywhere. Finally, she found Cinnamon. Cinnamon was just a small puppy back then- barely bigger than a full grown pomeranian- and no one was too sure how big she'd grow up to be. She grew up, though- and she wasn't that small dog my mom had wanted. My mom loves Cinnamon, but, sadly, she wasn't the companion she was looking for- but the companion I was looking for; I just didn't know I was looking for her. Cinnamon and I became inseperable- and, she could no longer deny the inevitable. Today, Cinnamon is my dog and neither of us would have it any other way.
Bio: Cinnamon is fear reactive towards any dog bigger than herself. Because of this, her traveling is limited. We obviously can never go to dog parks, trips to PetSmart are out of the question and playdates usually include dogs smaller than herself. However, we are working on the problem and I feel we are taking great strides for the better. While, in the past, she could not be around American pit bull terriers (regardless of rather or not they were bigger than herself) I am proud to announce that, now, she has befriended many of the pit bulls in the neighborhood. My next goal is to get her socialized with dogs 1-10 lbs bigger than her. From there, we'll go to 20.
Forums Motto: The Ugly Chihuahua
The Groups I'm In: ★Funster ★, ☆ ♥ Wiggles, ♥♥FURBALLS & FRIENDS♥♥, ♥I Love My Dog♥, ♥Dogster's Next Top Model, ♥~Husky ♥ers 4~Ever~♥, ..:: Herding Breeds Association ::.., .:.School Fur Graphics .:., ♥All Fur Fun♥, PETS for OBAMA, Welcome Waggin' for Dogsters and Catsters, "Just One Litter" Is Still Too Many, Beverly Hills Chihuahua!!!, DAA: Dogsters with Aggression, Dog Eared Book Club, Dogster and Dogphoria lovers!, Home Cooked Food and Recipes, No Breed is a Bad Breed, North Carolina Dogs, SK8TR Dogs & Friends, Supporting Dog Cancer, The Bad Dog Club, Zealie Lotto, ~*~Princess Divas ~&~ Prince Charmings!~*~
The Last Forum I Posted In: What mix is your dog?
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A Piece of History: In April 2007, I came home from the library eager to be greeted at the door by Cinnamon- wagging her tail, tongue hanging out of her mouth- but, when I returned, she was not there. Sakura was only 2 months old and lay asleep in her play pen. The cats walked about as if they hadn't seen anything. Lilo slept. Chance was in his dog house. Cinnamon was nowhere to be seen. Cinnamon went missing the beginning of April. We don't know how she got out or why; but, the only thing we were certain of was that- she was gone. Me and my sister walked around for hours calling her name, trying to find her- but, to no avail. We approached some of the people that had took her puppies- no one had seen her. She was gone. That was the worst month of my life. I was terrified that Cinnamon was gone- for good. I was frightened that the next time I found her- she'd be dead on the side of the road. She's a sweet dog- she can't surive out there, I told myself. I cried myself to sleep every day that month. I counted the reasons that I love her, the reasons I wanted her to return. At night, I'd cuddle to my pillow and pretend it was her. Of course, it wasn't. We put up fliers, ran ads, alerted our friends. For the entire month, we lived day by day without Cinnamon. Then, one day, I woke up to my bedroom door being opened. For a moment, I couldn't believe my eyes. I thought I was dreaming. But, it became true when she hopped on my bed, leash dangling behind her. Cinnamon was home. She had grew tired of her adventure and returned to our old home. The lady that lived there had seen our flier on the mailbox and called. It's because of her that Cinnamon is with us today. To this day, I thank her. Though, I'm afraid I'll never be able to properly thank her for bringing my baby home.
Cinnamon's Personality: Cinnamon's a nut. She's hyper, a bit silly, and she always knows how to put a smile on your face. If she were a star- she'd be Ellen. She loves people, but she can be a bit shy at first. But, that shyness often becomes sweetness. She loves little dogs- but is a bit afraid of bigger dogs. She is your typical herding breed.
I must confess, I know where you may have came from. There's an almost 100% chance that you came from a puppy mill. I know you may not have; I have heard about not-so-reputable-breeders selling oops litters to pet shops. I have heard about backyard breeders selling to pet shops because it's easier to lie through their teeth. But, more over, I hear about puppy mills selling their puppies to pet shops. Every week; more puppies are shipped to these pet shops. Puppies that; though I love all dogs; probably shouldn't have been born. Many of them are unhealthy. A great deal of them die from parvo or such puppyhood diseases that could be prevented just from their first set of shots. A great deal of them have inherited diseases and cost an unexpecting owner a BIG buck; that could be used to buy the best dog food or a coat for their small friend in the winter. Instead, that buck is being used to buy treatment for epilepsy. Some of these puppies have behavioral problems as a result of bad breeding. These problems may never be overcome. This could result in an unsocialized, fearful dog. A dog that could, eventually, bite someone out of that fear. A dog that was doomed from the get go. We all know about puppy mills. In this modern day in age, it's hard not to. When you purchase a book to guide you to your new dog, theres a whole section on puppy mills and why you shouldn't buy from pet stores. When you join Dogster and ask where to find that special friend, everyone warns you about puppy mills- and why you shouldn't buy from pet shops. Unfourtanately, when we found you, I was uneducated about puppy mills. Not to say that I would ever change getting you, I love you and I want you to know that. But, if I were educated, I might've understood... the other puppy.
I still remember that eventful day. Of course I do, on that day not one; but two; animals joined our pack. A guniea pig that has now passed away; Guess; and you. We went to a local pet shop to look at the puppies. Momma was looking for the "perfect" dog for her. She wanted something small. There were four litters of puppies. Some dalmations, some rottie mixes, some unknown little mutts- and you guys. If I remember correctly, there were five of you. Three girls and two boys. The pet store worker told us you were two months old, but I thought you looked so much younger. I didn't say anything, though. I was young and stupid and my mom was already smitten with all of you. But, I must confess, you weren't exactly first pick of the litter. Before you, my mom had her eyes on another puppy. A male. He was a little smaller and his color was gorgeous. He had the orange color of an orange pomeranian and black speckled his muzzle and his back. If we would've kept him, his name would've been Prince. But, when Momma reached out for him and lifted the puppy up, she instantly noticed something. This puppy wasn't healthy. There was gunk around his eyes. He looked sick. He was skinny; appeared malnourished. And, his coat was dull. Not only did he look unhealthy; he didn't act very friendly, either. Upon picking him up; this little pup attempted to bite her. And, then, proceeded to growl, squirm and cry. Instantly, she was turned away and then she saw you.
But, sometimes, when I look at you, I can't help but see... the other puppy. And, then, all these questions come to my mind and a sting of guilt feels my evergrowing heart. What would things have been like had we taken the other puppy? Would we have been able to afford vet care? Would we have been able to manage an unsocialized puppy? Would he be socialized? Or would he be one of those dogs that could only go on his walks in the dark? How big would he have go? Would he even still be alive? IS he even still alive? Who bought him? Did they buy him just because he was mean and they wanted a guard dog? Is he out there, somewhere, rotting on a chain "guarding" a house; with no socialization and no toys and no family to play with? Would he have fit in here? Or would it have been a mistake for us to take on that kind of challenge? What was; is; his fate? And, dearest Cinnamon, no matter how much I try to tell myself we made the right decision when we picked you, I remember the other puppy and that guilt comes back. That growing guilt in the pit of my stomache. Because, as a dog lover, I want the best for all dogs. And, the other puppy deserved the best just as much as you do. Even if he was sick, malnourished and misbehaved. He still deserved a good home. to this day, I pray that that is exactly what he got. At least I know that's exactly what you got. I don't know where either of you came from. Maybe you came from an oops litter. Maybe you were just the products of an unaltered pet. Maybe you came from a backyard breeder who couldn't manage to sell you. Maybe you DID come from a puppy mill. Where ever you came from, I can't help but wonder about... the other puppy.
Your pawrent,
Benji
Written in honor of Puppy Mill Awareness Day- may all puppy mill puppies find some kind of peace. Whether it be on this Earth, or elsewhere.
This is my first diary entry. =3
My daddy decided to start it for me.
He says it will be fun.
So, since he always knows best, I'm going to give it a try. xD
I remember the day I got lost.
Daddy was really scared.
But I found my way to our old home and the nice lady there brought me back although Daddy could only give her 10$ for finding me. I think she was just happy to see him smile. And I was happy to be home.
And a few months later, I had puppies.
All of them have nice homes now, and my daddys sister kept one.
Sakura.
They call her the mirecal puppy.
She's half chihuahua.
Although it seems impossible.
I love to play with Sakura.
She's very playful.
So am I.
I'm glad Daddys family kept her.
Anyway, I'll be posting more on later days.
But for now, keep barking.
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