Glady Jo

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Age: 15 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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GladiOHla!, Gladiola Josephine, Miss Glady, Gladypoopus, Glady McWaddy, Wagglebutt

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:
-purebred-dog rescue

October 14th 2001

being brushed, going outside, belly rubs, chilling under the sofa

vacuum cleaners, the sewing machine, tapeworms!

Favorite Toy:
anything she can get her teeth and chew on

Favorite Food:
the ever rare tidbit of cheese

Favorite Walk:
anywhere outside

Best Tricks:
wagging her tail nonstop

Arrival Story:
I adopted Glady from the Richardson Humane Society, the same group that I volunteer for and from whom I got one of my other doxies Lucy Louise. Glady (then called Snapple) came in with four other dachshunds after a backyard breeder died. Needless to say she and her fellows will no longer be breeding stock! It's retirement for Miss Glady!

Glady's the first long-hair to join the Patrol de Wiens as I like to call us. She's a black and tan dapple though her markings are a little faint. Needless to say, this doggy mommy needs to study up on grooming now.

Forums Motto:
I am weenie, behold my roar!

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Adding eggs to dog's food

I've Been On Dogster Since:
December 31st 2007 More than 9 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Meet my family
Lily JaneBuddyBully's BeauPansy *gone
but not
Lucy LouiseChewy-ADOPTED!Dali is
Trudy Marie
The Wonder
Chito Cletus

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Glady, come home!

September 1st 2008 11:22 pm
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I had a seizure tonight! Not a big, scary seizure with convulsions or status epilepticus or anything like that. More like a complex partial motor seizure. I was shaking and panting and staring off into space. Thing is I also lost function in my legs which scared Mom to death because she thought my back had gone out. Needless to say, it meant a late night trip to the e-vet. By the time I got there I had better use of my legs, and by the time we left I was walking fine. So, the vet said limited exercise and lots of observation to make sure I don't have another seizure anytime soon. The last one I had (that was observed) was last Christmas Eve. Same deal though. No convulsions or anything. And no history of frequent seizures to merit a diagnosis of epilepsy. Still...scary stuff! Especially since the symptoms mimick those of a ruptured disk. Shaking and panting mimick the pain of a back injury, and certainly the loss of the use of my back legs was worrisome. Yikes! Mom told me not to have any more seizures because they be scary!



April 16th 2008 11:32 pm
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Sometimes you get the impression from people that they think rescue pets are second-hand or hand-me-downs. Maybe so if you think about it in such basic terms. But sometimes the first owner wasn't so hot! They didn't allow their dog to shine their brightest! Such is the case with Glady. Like her fursister Lucy, she came into rescue when her previous owner died. Unlike in Lucy's case, this was a huge blessing for Glady. Lucy had been someone's pet. Glady had been someone's bitch! Plain and simple, she was a mill dog. Bred time and time again everytime she came into season. She and her siblings were breeding machines. Surprisingly, she was one of the breeder's favorites. And true! She was overweight as opposed to starved. But she also had all kinds of skin issues, stage 4 dental disease, untreated giardia, and unstable back legs from living in a wire cage for six years and giving birth repeatedly. Basically, being a favorite meant eating as far as I can tell. So, making it into rescue was fine and dandy for Miss Glady.

As it happens, my attention is always perked when dachshunds come into the rescue I volunteer for. I got Lucy from RHS, and that was a dream come true for me. So, when Glady (back then called Snapple) and her fellows came into rescue, they immediately caught my eye. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait years to adopt another dog like I did leading up to Lucy's adoption. I only had to wait for a couple of months. I tell myself that Glady was my real Christmas present this past year. I got her in January right after Christmas, and that's all I'm probably going to remember about this year's holiday. The gift that meant the most to me was the gift I gave myself. Nobody else thought I could handle another dog. I was lucky to have my online Dogsters to reassure me that three wasn't a crowd, and that I wasn't just compulsively shopping though I was accused as such by friends and family. None of them are animal people, though, so they don't understand that need to save a life, to support a rescue, to make a tiny difference.

And what a difference Glady has made in Lily, Lucy's and my little world! Where Lucy goes about gratitude by giving kisses, protecting the fort, and curling up next to me, Glady goes about gratitude by following me everywhere, wagging her tail without ceasing and hopping up and down in excitement. To say that one dog rescued is all it takes to reap the joys of adoption is naive. Every dog brings a ray of hope or a lesson to be learned. Pansy taught me all about trust; Lily (though not adopted) has taught me much about humor; Lucy has taught me a lot about gratitude; and Glady...well, Glady has taught me about undeniable joy!


April 10th 2008 7:37 pm
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Well, Mom went out and bought us some new and better kibble. It's Natural Balance Duck and Potato formula. And we lurves it, of course! We were already getting the dog treats, so this is kinda the next step to getting us all on one food. But anyways...she also steam-cleaned the carpet with bleach to kill any hint of giardia, and guess what?! Um...Nope! I'm not even going to jinx myself here, but between the disinfecting and the new food, things are going swell for me at last. I'd lost 2 lbs over the past month, and now I'm gaining it back. YAY! Glady's a happy dog at last! And then we go on vacation the end of this month. A wiener dog road trip!!!

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