Sheba


Doberman Pinscher
Picture of Sheba, a female Doberman Pinscher

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Home:Ankeny, IA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 20 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs


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Nicknames:
Shebs, girlie

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Badges:
Rainbow Bridge
Quick Bio:
-purebred-deaf -blind

Birthday:
November 15th 1993

Likes:
Spending time in whatever room the food is in and/or any place I can receive human contact.

Pet-Peeves:
Maya eating my food, full food dishes (I try to bury them), flies.

Favorite Toy:
Maya.

Favorite Food:
Whatever I can get a hold of, especially cheese!

Favorite Walk:
It used to be the dog park. Now it is walking around several blocks in the neighborhood.

Best Tricks:
Shake, sit, loving.

Arrival Story:
I adopted my hu-mom when I was seven years old. She had just lost her mother, and I knew she needed some special attention.

Forums Motto:
1993-2008 SUCH A GOOD LIFE

I've Been On Dogster Since:
October 12th 2007 More than 7 years!

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Dogster Id:
641404


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OLDIE BUT A GOODIE


Birthday

November 15th 2011 10:36 am
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Happy birthday Miss Sheba. You would have been 16 today. I still have all of your pictures up at my desk at work. I cannot take them down. Some day we will see each other again. Until then, "never to part, baby of mine".

 

SHEBA'S ASHES.

September 11th 2009 7:33 am
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Mom, Dad and Maya sprinkled some of my ashes up at the cabin this last Sunday. They picked a nice grassy spot that the boat ramp to the Cedar River is normally hooked to. They also sprinkled a little in the river to be carried down stream.

I was there watching over them.

Mom remembered the times I spent with her up at the cabin. The time I ate too much ham and drank to much river water . . . I ran up to her, her brother and dad and puked everything up on them!

The better times when I would run free out in the fields. The time when dad was flying a kite and I was running below it, chasing it and barking like crazy.

I had a lot of special times up at the cabin. Now, I am there forever in the wind, trees, grass and river.

 

THE LAST BATTLE

January 15th 2009 6:26 am
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If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

-- Unknown

 
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