Nicknames: Doodle, Bridg-a-roo, Roodle, Miss Bridgies, Bridgadoodle
Likes: She loves running around and squeaking her toys and throwing them in the air to catch, she also likes going on the treadmill, wandering around our grooming shop and barking at the dogs that are being bad, cuddling on the couch, and going on walks
Pet-Peeves: She doesn't like unstable dogs or dogs that get in her face, she also hates it when her brothers steal her toys
Favorite Toy: A squeaky dumbell thingy or a tennis ball
Favorite Food: She'll eat pretty much anything
Favorite Walk: To her Grandmother's apartment to say hello
Best Tricks: she can wave, high five, shake, and speak
Arrival Story: I was planning on getting a collie and had been looking at different breeders. My mom and I went into PetsMart and I saw a Dalmatian puppy for adoption. I had been completely obsessed with dalmatians and begged my mom to let me get her. She had me get my Dad from the car and they decided I could have her. She was ten weeks old. I had sworn I would only get a dal from a shelter at that time since so many dals were being bred and put down due to the movie 101 Dalmatians. After having her home for about a week she kept having really bad diarreah all over her crate and self at night. We took her to the vet and it turned out she had parvovirus. The vet told me the only breed she ever lost to the disease was a dalmatian because they have such bad immune systems. They kept her in the kitty room (Cats can't get parvo) until she was better and I was able to bring her home. We called the shelter and told them so they would know in case the rest of her litter had gotten it, they said that she had been kept in a cage with another dog who they later found out had parvo.
Bio: Bridgette lived with my parents for a few years when I first moved out. I had tried to keep her but she jumped the fence into our neighbors backyard and tried to start a fight with their pit bull. She got really bad elbow calluses from being outside at my parent's house and one got infected. So I took her back to heal her elbow and ended up really enjoying having her as part of our family.
Our Shepherd pumbled her to bark at the neighbors dogs and she tore a tendon in her back leg. She had to have surgery to have it replaced with something like fishing wire. She gets around fine now, just has a little arthritus, which I can relate since I have arthritus too.
I'm currently training her to be a psychological service dog for my social anxiety disorder. Having her around gives me the confidence to enter stores and talk to people. I'm really attached to her, she's become a great dog. I actually read an article that said specifically that dalmatians make bad service dogs because they are so high energy, but when she has her service vest on she is perfectly behaved and knows she's working and helping me.
Well, I hate having a little sister. She's loud, obnoxious, rambunctious, and any other ious word you can think of. Mom and Dad love her. Caleb loves her. Tavis gets picked on by her. And Otis and I have a "We Hate Milla" club. She comes to work with us every day, but I get free reign of the shop while she has to stay in an ex pen unless supervised by Mom. So, I know I'm still the favorite as much as Mom and Dad and the rest of the world dote on her. Ooh, I just heard Dad call her a bad puppy from the other room! She was eating MY bed! Do you see what I mean?!
Mom keeps telling me that I'm getting a sister. She seems really excited about it, I haven't seen her smile this much in a long time, it makes me happy. I'm still a little leary of what this sister thing is though. I hope it's edible. As long as it makes mom happy though, I'm all for it.
On Monday we usually just laze around the house while the parents clean and we get in the way. But this Monday we had to go into work. There were lots of dogs coming in and I had to sit in the cage dryer most of the time. It was nice though cuz I had my blanket and my brother Otis, and I was right where I could see everything. There was a professional photographer there to take pictures of all of Mom and Dad's clients. I got my picture taken too, but they lost the disk so we didn't get any of them, just the proofs. : ( The parents worked really hard to make sure everyone got a good photo even though it was their day off and they didn't have to help. Lots of people said how pretty I was and how well behaved and calm. They all thought I was a puppy and were all shocked to hear that I'm going to be ten in December. It's because my Mom takes such good care of me. It was a crazy day but a lot of fun.