Birthday: June 17th 2004 Likes: Treats, our 14 year old blue Doberman, van rides, sleeping on Sunday mornings and also her pillow. Pet-Peeves: Not getting enough attention, squirrels, water, baths and toe nail trimmings. Favorite Toy: Pillow. For some reason she sucks on it. Favorite Food: Cheese, bones, and chicken broth added to her dry dog food. Favorite Walk: Dog Park and at cross bicycle races. Best Tricks: Sit, shake, stay, come, heal, smile, up, down, kiss. Arrival Story: Maya came from a breeder in upstate New York (www.hallamhounds.com). I had been waiting for a puppy when the breeder contacted me stating that they had a four month old puppy that the previous owner no longer wanted her due to having a new baby on the way. We picked her up at the Des Moines Airport. All we saw in the crate was a wide-eyed, big nosed, big eared puppy. We think she was stuck in her crate during the time they didn't want her and the time she was flown back to the breeder, as she is very clausterphobic and cannot handle being in small spaces by herself. Forums Motto: Enjoy life like a Pharoah! The Groups I'm In: *¨¨*DOGGIE CONNECTION*¨¨*, Dogs of the Nile, Febreze® Pet Odor Eliminator™, GOT DOBES?, HOPE, Iowa's Purebreds, Phabulous Pharaohs The Last Forum I Posted In: Elvis needs us....NOW!!
Pharaoh Hounds smile when they are excited or pleased. Their ears and nose also become more of a darker red tone. Whenever I come home from work Maya is there to smile at me and welcome me home.
It has been a long time since mom and I have gotten on Dogster. Lack of time is an excuse. It is more the fact that when my best friend, Sheba, passed away, mom couldn't be on Dogster any longer.
Over the last couple days, we have received a couple Christmas cards from Flicka, Lucas and also Murphy. It made us realize how great of a family we had a couple years ago. Friends that you knew would be there for you through thick and thin. We don't know how many of you are out there still, but just know that we love all of you.
Okay, I didn't rescue a human. I am playing right now at doggie day care!!! I was so excited that I sang all the way in!!
Here is a sad, but happy story. It is for all you paw pals that have rescued a human!
Author: Janine Allen CPDT
I rescued a human today.
Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn't be afraid.
As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn't want her to know that I hadn't been walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn't want her to think poorly of them.
As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn't feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone's life. She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me.
I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her.
Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship. A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well.
Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes. I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven't walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.
She left on Sunday bright and early. Where is she? I have been searching for her for several days now. Dad is still here. He doesn't understand me the way she does though. Mom's friend dropped by today and let me out. She tried to explain to me that mom is in Wichita, Kansas for work right now. I guess I don't understand where Wichita is and why she has to be there. So, I keep searching for her. Every now and then I grab her rug in the kitchen and shake it. I am hoping she will run over and play with me . . . . . .