Tiger


American Pit Bull Terrier/Chow Chow
Picture of Tiger, a male American Pit Bull Terrier/Chow Chow

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Home:Atlanta, GA  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Nicknames:
Tig, Pumpkin, Chicken

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

Quick Bio:
-mutt-dog rescue

Likes:
Squirrels, People, "his" cat (Catfish, seen snuggling with him in the last picture)

Pet-Peeves:
Rainy days, firecrackers or other loud noises, Pilsbury

Favorite Toy:
Anything with "fur" that he can pull off and scatter around the house.

Favorite Food:
Bacon and French Fries (which he doesn't get often)

Favorite Walk:
He loves to go hiking in the woods.

Best Tricks:
Snuggling like a lap dog

Arrival Story:
My husband and I rescued Tiger from a hunting camp in the wilds of Alabama. The owner had purebred hunting dogs and threatened to shoot Tiger if we didn't come get him. He was 8 months old at the time. He has buckshot in his head and chest. We think someone dumped a litter and then shot them with a shotgun. Tiger survived and made his way to the hunting camp. He has been pampered by us ever since we picked him up.

Bio:
Tiger has his own webpage at www.zamalzain.org/tiger.html

Forums Motto:
Spay and Neuter!

I've Been On Dogster Since:
August 28th 2004 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
67093


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Diary of a Pampered Pooch


cancer

August 29th 2006 10:11 am
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I didn't mean for Tiger's first diary entry to be this one, but I hadn't planned on him having a diary. He is overshadowed by Pilsbury in the exhibitionist arena.

If you read his arrival story, you'll know that my husband and I have had Tiger since he was approximately 8 months old. This April he turned 13. A good, long, pampered life for a pooch found in the woods full of buckshot.

Amazingly, until this year he has been so healthy we've never worried about him. Sure, he had a bit of a skin allergy but flea medication and a good diet kept that under control. And he has been a bit of a recreational yakker at times, but it never seemed to bother him much and the vets could find no physical cause.

This year has been different. In April, we dealt with the surgical repair of an ear hematoma, leaving our handsome boy with a ear that flops a bit strangely when compared to the other.

And just a few weeks ago, we found out during surgery for bladder stones that he has bladder cancer. The rapidly metastisizing kind. It has spread to his lungs and we aren't sure of the time we have left. He isn't in any pain but we're watching him for signs of that.

You would never know. The vet continues to marvel at the fact that if he hadn't seen it himself, he would never have guessed. Tiger's spirit is still great and we're still enjoying him.

Which we'll continue to do until the end. And who knows? He may surprise us all and give us years more to be bettered by his love.

 
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