Likes: Looking out his front door to see where the neighbor's cats are
Pet-Peeves: cats in his yard and the garbage truck
Favorite Toy: rope...he loves to play tug-of-war
Favorite Food: Natural Balance
Favorite Walk: Back yard
Best Tricks: Begging for Greenies and running critters out of his yard
Arrival Story: Spike was the largest of his siblings and noboby wanted him because they all said he was too large for a Miniature Schnauzer. They also said he was mean. He is not mean. He's a very loving little fellow. Spike came all the way from Beaumont, Texas to Lafayette, Louisiana. Update on 3/28/2009: In reviewing Spike's AKC registration I discovered his pawrents lived in Ingleside, TX; his father's name is Buckie and his mother's name is Yentl Die Schonste Dame and Spike came to live with us on December 4, 1999. His registration name is "Spike the Spiderman." Spike went to the Rainbow Bridge on October 12, 2009 after battling "undifferentiated sarcoma." He will be furever loved and furever in my heart. I miss his arrroooos and perky personality already and he's only been gone a few hours.
Bio: My human sibling calls me "Robo-dog." Mom calls me a ham if she's home when I start making roo-roo sounds at 10 a.m. and 2 p.m. every day. That's because I expect my Greenie and Beggin' Strip treats to be on time!! Don't they eat on time?? They sure do, so give me my treats every day and I will be a happy camper. If I'm ignored I'll run around making huffing and puffing noises and my roo-roos get louder until I get my treats!!!
UPDATE: My fursis Miracle was diagnosed with AIHA in August 2008 and it quickly took her away from us. It stands for Auto Immune Hemolytic Anemia. It is a serious and often fatal blood disease in which the body attacks its own red blood cells. Pawlease consider donating just a dollar to help find a cure for this horrific disease. To do so just visit another fur who lost her life to AIHA long before we knew what it was. Her name is Mica and she is helping raise money to find a cure: mica-the wonderpup. Just donate a $1 for this worthy cause. It's been approved by Dogster. Please do it for Miracle. We love and miss her terribly.
Thank you furiends fur remembering my barkday. I've been celebrating with some of my favorite things....number one GREENIES!! Oh, and steaks along with all kinds of stuff that doggies aren't supposed to have, but up here we can eat anything and everything we want! Aaaarrrooooo!! Aaaaarrrroooo!! The best thing of all is knowing I am loved and missed cuz I am attached to mama's heart furever.
It's been three years already and I'm still missing you so very much. They say time heals the pain, but it never really does when those moments hit me unexpectedly. Like today it was such a bizarre happening as I was crossing over I-10 at Ambassador Caffery. I looked at the clock on the dashboard then all of a sudden the tears came as I saw the time as 11:06 a.m. which was around the same time three years ago that I had to rush you over to the vet's office to help you make that journey to the Bridge. I know none of us will make it out of this crazy world alive, but for cancer to take you away like that is heartbreaking. At least I know you are free of that awful disease and are with Sheba, patiently awaiting for the day I join you. I love you forever and ever, Spike.
Mom keeps saying how fast the time flies. It's hard fur her no matter what time it is...she says it goes too quickly and sometimes she tells herself that she is "emotionally spent" from me & Sheba leaving her behind. All those days, all that pain of losing us, all the "last day" thoughts that run through her head, all the wonderful years of memories with us and wanting time to stand still to a period when we was right there by her side. But, that's not what is to be mom....we had to go when called to our final Home. Now we watch over our mom and look forward to the day when we see her approaching this great big beautiful place they call the Rainbow Bridge. It will be the best day fur all of us.
My last barkday on the Earth was in 2009. I was fighting the nasty C, but made it to my 10th barkday just fur mom. It was a hard week leading up to that day, but I hung in there. Mom knows I did it fur her, but it still makes her cry thinking about how that nasty C robbed my senior years. Mom says if not for that ugly disease I'd still be there aarrooing at her every day. She just don't know it, but I'm aaaroooing at her from up above every day when she says good morning to our special things on our memorial shelf and when she talks to us throughout the day. We are her constant guardian angels.
Thank you to all my furiends fur remembering my special day. Mom always said I was her special little buddy and she keeps saying it now...that I will always be her special little buddy no matter what, that my ottoman still bears my name..."Spike's ottoman" is what she calls it. I've heard her tell the others to jump up on Spike's ottoman fur eye and ear cleanings. Oh boy, now it's become a grooming thing when all it was before is my special spot to lay fur a better view of the front yard. Aaaarroooo!!! Oh well, I can still fly down while the others are sleeping and lay upon my personal ottoman! Aaarrooo!! Happy Barkday to the Spikesterman, King of the Yard, furever and ever loved. xoxoxo