Likes: Love, attention, family, herding. What else is there?
Pet-Peeves: When another dog is getting more attention. Abandonment. Getting left in a shelter.
Favorite Toy: She adores ALL toys. She is currently obsessed with her tennis football.
Favorite Food: It's a tie between greenies and bananas (but ironically not green bananas.)
Favorite Walk: Strolling around the neightborhood with Scout and Buddy.
Best Tricks: Her silhouette looks exactly like a pot bellyed pig. She's a good herder and nips ankles to make people go where she wants. She dances for treats and does sit, stay, paw, and come.
Arrival Story: After our 17 year old cat died from cancer, we unsuccessfuly combed tons of shelters to find a new cat. Eventually, the two of us , husband and wife, wandered into the dog room of Kay's Animal Shelter. We saw a tiny, sweet black dog named "Baby," beaming at us. We couldn't believe her sparkling eyes and shining smile, beaming from a locked crate in a room full of barking dogs. Surely someone will adopt her right away, we thought foolishly. Wrong.
Still seeking a cat, we soon went back to Kay's with our sons. There was "Baby," the tiny black dog with the sparkling eyes and smile. Our sons fell in love with her immediately. She was ours. We named her Delilah" which is Hebrew for "uprooted." We think it is more fitting for our little girl.
Upon first coming home, Delilah was warmly welcomed and accepted by our Dachsund and Shetland Sheepdog. Quickly Delilah took over the house. She was not housebroken and we had to start all over with crate training. It looks like we have finally gotten there, after nearly a year. Delilah is a truly amazing dog. She has just the spunk and tenacity to keep up with the Sheepdog. Yet, she is nurturing and gentle with the Dachsund and looks out for him. In fact, when our sheepdog herds the Dachsund, Delilah tells him to back off and leave him alone. When she wants us to go somewhere in particular, she nips our heels. When she wants to play, she tends to dangle toys in front of Scout, after which they end up running about the house, both of them smiling. She really is the "little mother" to everyone at home. Loyalty and protecting the herd are essential to her every move. She is a wonderful blend of balance of Cardi Corgi and Lab.
She is smart as a whip and smiles often. She gets jealous of the other dogs very easily and likes to be in the center of attention and excitement. Yet she is affectionate and silly and loves to play. Everyone who meets her is astonished at her very human eyes, sterling smarts and affection and wants to take her home. They can't have her, though! She's all ours forever.
Bio: When we found her, Delilah had been at Kay's Animal Shelter in the northwest suburbs of Chicago for 4 weeks with no other takers. Before that, she was in another shelter in Kentucky for 4 weeks, where the rate of euthanasia is sadly high. There were no takers in Kentucky, either. We are grateful that Kay's drove to Kentucky to bring her to Illinois, where we found her. According to her sparse paperwork, Delilah was found as a stray and no owners claimed her. Our vet suspects that Delilah has had a litter of puppies. She arrived without being housebroken and knowing no commands. Her personality and appreciation for everything is tremendous. We still don't understand how anyone wouldn't fall in love with her right away. Delilah loves absolutely everyone and absolutely everyone loves Delilah. Our tough and tenacious yet sweet and gentle Corgi-lab!
Delilah had major surgery to her spine in 2009 after her legs became paralyzed. We were told that she had a single spot that was causing her problems, but would not be chronic. (A very pricey surgery and recovery later, Delilah was herself.) We were heartbroken to see that in May, 2014 she was paralyzed to her back legs. Back to the vet, and following an xray we learned of the true tragedy of Delilah's spinal problems. Her spine had 3 bone spurs, and more would return. Surgery was no longer an option. We stroked her head as she closed her eyes and went to heaven, where there was no more pain and she could run free with Him. We are thankful that we gave Delilah 4 more years of a good life since her first back surgery. We miss her every day, and remain thankful for the blessing of her presence in our family.
Humom turned on me. I can't believe it. I'm so shocked I'm making my big eyes even more huge. Everything was fine. Mom was sitting at the desk in the den, working on a research study. She threw the ball. I sat in the corner gnawing on it. I look up and note that my brother, Scout Pierce, was sitting on mom's lap while she worked, getting a scratch behind his ears. As if that's the way it works around here! It was clear that Scout Pierce forgot the guiding rule around here: Tenacious D rules the pack. So, I did what I had to do: I lunged, I growled, I attack edScoutie. Scoutie jumped down from humom's lap and started to whimper in the corner. Humom breaks it up and I accidently bite humom's hand. ACCIDENTLY-HELLO!!!Wow, humom can get pretty loud! It's not as if she shouldn'be be thankful for opposable thumbs!
Before you know it, I'm dragged upstairs and find myself sitting in my crate in the locked kitchen upstairs while Scout Pierce sits downtstairs in the office with mom. Gee, he just milked this for everything he could. Clearly I have misunderstood Scout's sneakiness, which makes me respect him just a little bit more. Soon, I hear the water running in the sink in the powder room outside the office downstairs. I suspect mom is soaking her hand. Then I hear the word "bandaid," which must be some sort of dog treat.
In conclusion, I, innocent of any malicious intent, have been wrongly jailed, completely innocent yet sentenced without a fair trial. I have a theory that this is about the fact that I have gone potty on the dining room carpet 3 days in a row and they are just holding a grudge. Blast, I have no prooof! It's a dog's life. A very cute dog's life, but a dog's life nonetheless. Maybe I can make my eyes look bigger when she let's me out and get one of those "bandaid" snacks I heard mom muttering about.
Lately, I have overheard some of the very generous and kind people who are connected to our family ask my parents for gift suggestions for the children in our family. That is so thoughtful! Now, since I'm the newest dog in our family, I suspect that the relatives already had plenty of good shopping ideas for Scout Pierce and Buddy Elvis, my dog brothers, based on last years' suggestions. How embarrassed they probably were to forget to ask mom and dad what to get me. Well, be not afeared, for I am here to help! Here are some suggestions when shopping for Delilah:
1. Greenies. A girl just can't have too many.
2. Pretty doggie dresses. My signature color is pink but any pastel will do.
3. Plush bunnies. But don't expect to see them intact after Chanukkah. I play hard and have been known to de-fluff a bunny pretty quickly. It doesn't mean I don't love them.
4. Doggie Cub wear. I'm a big fan of the Chicago Cubs. A jersey from any current player will do. Plus Mr. Cub or Ryno would be good. And Ron Santo too. Okay fine, I'll wear a Sutcliffe also.
5. Donations to The Humane Society or no kill shelters like Kay's Animal Shelter in Arlington Heights, Illinois. They saved my life. G-d bless them!
6. Help end these wars.
7. Help feed the hungry.
8. Fixing the economy
9. Good immigration policies.
10. A solution to the healthcare crisis facing America.
These are suggestions only. My preferences: any of the above, especially numbers 5-11. Thanks for asking!
It has been nearly one year since I've been adopted into my furever family. I am so very thankful for my family, my dog siblings, my toys, good food and a warm bed. I used to be homeless and lived in several shelters in Illinois and Kentucky before my family rescued me. I defintely appreciate all that I have now. I haven't gotten too many new toys or clothes lately because my family have been trying to pay something called "high medical bills." I haven't had a lot of greenies in a couple months and not as many new toys but life is still pretty good because my family loves me.
I'm just a little, happy, hopeful dog who doesn't understand complicated and scary things like war, wall street, and health insurance. But I sure feel tension when my humans worry, when they work so hard to help others yet get concerned about things like paying their bills so I can have good dog food and live in a dog house. Our older, teenage human has a job so he can help pay for college. Our younger teen helps out around the house, does his own laundry, makes his own lunch, because the grown ups are often working to try to take care of our pack. We aren't rich or anything but we have so much more than so many others.
My family is very hopeful and so am I! Our country has been smart enough to choose President-elect Barack Obama and Joe Biden to go to the White House! They will bring our country together and help make new laws and practices that turn things around, and help families just like ours. During the long campaign, Mom and dad met some cool, smart pet owners on Dogster called Pets for Obama. PFO folks shared our humans' ideas about the problems our country has faced the past few years, and also believe now Presdident-elect Obama should be our new leader. Again, I am just a little happy dog who doesn't understand all the details about this world. But if my family can get some help, maybe I can get new toys and Greenies again, soon!
Recently, some pet owners (on Catster, actually) who wanted someone besides President-elect Barack Obama to win the presidency, seemed to get excited and their emotions ran high. They posted some pretty angry, not very gentle things that sounded threatening, frankly, towards our President-elect. Lots of reports were made to HQ about this. To these people we say: We are truly sorry for your disappointment. Honestly, if President-elect Barack Obama had lost, we would have been frustrated, also. It's hard when your team loses. I know because my humans have beeen Chicago Cub fans for a long time. But please, let's not get mean and say scary, untrue , and threatening things. That's not cool.
Here's what I think: Let's all try to remain happy and hopeful and do the best we can to come together! Let's say we are sorry for postingg mean things out of anger or disappointment. If any of us have written and posted mean things in anger, and they offend someone, let's all think about removing them and saying sorry, I was just frustrated. The fact is, all Americans have a new president coming to the White House, so it's time for change. If we work together, things just might work out best for all Americans. My name is Delilah and I approve this message.