Irish Setter/German Shepherd
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Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:
-mutt-dog rescue

Gotcha Date:
December 1st 2007

December 1st 2006

Playing tug of war with Houser and Cooper

Being told no when he tries to chew my shoes. Also being left in the crate.

Favorite Toy:
Anything, he never had toys before.

Favorite Food:
Treats. He now takes them all from my hand.

Favorite Walk:
Around the block and running in the yard with his brothers.

Best Tricks:
Watching tv and being cute.

Arrival Story:
Stewie started out in a hoarder's home in KY. His name was Monster, possibly due to his rusty social skills, but Nancy at the shelter he came to fell in love with him and renamed him Rudy. Luckily for us, she reached out to a shelter in PA. At an animal cruelty hearing, I happened to sit next to Bernie from the shelter and told her I was looking for a third dog. Several weeks, and 12 awesome volunteer drivers later, Rudy came to our home and was renamed Stewie. My two dogs love him and he is learning social skills VERY fast.

Stewie became suddenly ill with a painful rash on his face. We took him to the vet, had a biopsy done, started him on medication. The steroids seemed to have an immediate effect. He ate his bowl of food in 5 minutes! He was always a slow eater. He was bouncing around playing as opposed to lying down the few days earlier. The next morning, he jumped out of bed, ate, played with his brothers, and kissed his dad goodbye as he left for work. He came and lied next to me in bed. I awoke a half hour later and Stewie was gone. He was still warm, so I desperately tried CPR and two epipens, but he was gone. I held him and sobbed more than I ever have, pleasing with God. My baby was gone. He had only three years with us, but his quirky personality and his hysterical antics despite all he had been through changed our lives. He gave us so much love every day. He would sit next to us on the couch, straight, stoic, and then PLOP, he would fall down on us! That is all I can say right now as the wound is too fresh - I am sobbing at my laptop. For all who knew Stewie, he was special, he immediately touched your heart and never left. His best friend, Max, our Norwegian Elkhound is having the hardest time with this. We let the boys see him after I cleaned him up. They each got to say goodbye. Max and Stewie were best friends. They were in the same crate when we left the house, they slept together, and they wrestled 24/7. It is hardest on me watching him suffer through this loss.

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Have some patience; I\'m worth it.

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December 2nd 2007 More than 9 years!

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January 5th 2008 8:36 am
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I came to my home a scared pup. I had lived with about 14 other dogs in my last home and then in a shelter. My people skills were rusty, but my shelter mom, Nancy, saw through them and knew I was a good pup. She loved me and cared for me, and reached out to all she knew to try to find me a loving home. On Dec 1st, I started my journey to Pennsylvania (I am a KY boy). I arrived late at night, tired and scared of my new home. But I kinda liked my new mom. I took treats from her and started to come to her a bit when she called. In less than a week, I was housebroken, playing with toys, going outside with my brothers and without parental supervision, and coming in when called. I love treats and all the toys they bought me, and I even love my crate I sleep in. Mommy tried to get me to sleep on the bed with her, dad, Cooper, and Houser, but it was kinda crowded and I dont quite get the concept yet, so I sleep in my crate with Houser laying next to it. Cooper sleeps with us until I fall asleep and then he goes to snuggle with Mom. I have found my bark and I never stop talking now, it makes mom laugh because Houser's bark is so manly, and mine is like a little kids. Apparently, I am a funny dog, because Mom always laughs at what I am doing and has to reach down and pet me or give me kisses. She said the rusty social skills were ok because I made up for it by keeping the other two boys busy; they used to rely on her for entertainment. We just celebrated something called Christmas. I got to meet my grandparents for a half hour, but mom didnt want too many people over. Then, I woke up and Houser was all excited for some reason. Something about goodies and gifts coming. They handed all three of us something wrapped in paper and it smelled like peanut butter. I let Houser open mine, he is good at it, then we all ate peanut butter out of our brand new kongs. We all got a second present and this time I opened it before letting Cooper take it from me. We got a new tennis bone, beef puffs, and a GIANT rope bone. I like chewing them all to pieces. Since Christmas, I have realized that mom is keeping me. I cuddle with her on the couch and come every time she calls. I had an accident the other day and she only told me no once and put me outside to pee. I like it here. We go for walks and I am by far the best walker. I have met most of my family now and they all say I am so pretty. I must agree, I look at my reflection any chance I get. I love laying in front of the fireplace and I beg for mom and dad to turn it on for me. I am a good pup and I really like my new home.

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