Daphne (In loving memory)


Papillon (and Phalene)
Picture of Daphne (In loving memory), a female Papillon (and Phalene)

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Home:Cary, IL  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 13 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 1-10 lbs

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Nicknames:
Daphne Baby, Sweetie Pie, Goose, Dapher

Quick Bio:
-purebred-dog rescue

Likes:
A former puppymill dog, she likes to be with Mom or Dad, anywhere we go. She is a true "Velcro dog."

Pet-Peeves:
If you lived 3 years in a metal roofed shed, you would be afraid of thunder too. My photo in my raincoat shows me reacting to a boom of thunder.

Favorite Toy:
She never knew toys in the puppy mill and doesn't play with any now. Her favorite toy is Dad. She loves to wrestle with Dad, pouncing, kissing, and swaggering around when Dad gets down on the floor.

Favorite Food:
Daphne is on a "raw" diet. Raw chicken wings, legs, necks. Ground beef or turkey with broccoli, carrots, olive oil, and vitamin supplements. Chicken gizzards & hearts. Raw beef bones. Greenies

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere we go. She loves the feel of grass under her feet. In grass higher than her head she considers herself a great hunter, although she hasn't caught anything yet besides great smells.

Best Tricks:
Being sweet and loving 100% of the time. She has learned sit, stay, no!, wanna go OUT?, and come.

Arrival Story:
When our Cocker of 15 years went to wait for us at the Rainbow Bridge, we called Illinois Cocker Rescue and made an appointment to see their dogs. When my wife expressed interest in a lap dog, Aly said she had "just the dog for her." She brought out Daphne and handed her to my wife to hold. Daphne started kissing her from forehead to chin and ear to ear. When I saw the look on my wife's face, I knew it was love at first sight and no other dog would do. We were so thankful that she had been rescued from the puppymill! We took her home that day and have been in love ever since. She had never been called by her name (on her birth certificate), so had to start by learning that. Housebreaking came easily, as she was walked regularly during the day at work and at home at night. She goes to work with us and is the official office greeter.

Bio:
Daphne lived in a cage with a wire floor in a puppymill and was bred every time she went into heat for her first three years, until she was retired and rescued. Her legs had been hurt from stepping through the wire floor, but she is fine now. Even though she had never been physically abused (not hand shy), she had never walked on grass, played with a toy, or even seen a dog biscuit. Beside being a terrific mom to her probable six litters of puppies, she had saved up all of her love for humans for delivery to US! She literally loves EVERYONE! Kids, babies, men, women, other dogs, cats, our parrot, and has even kissed the nose of a rabbit. We felt she would probably like the company of another Pap, so we adopted Sophie. The two girls love and respect each other and never have disagreements about anything. Then Annie came into the household as a foster dog and is now a permanent fixture. Annie is the youngest and most active and torments the other girls into playing. Sophie then runs with her doing the zoomies and Daphne wrestles with Annie and pins her down. What a total stitch! Now, seven years later, at age 10, little Daphne developed bladder cancer. From trying so hard to pee, and pushing, she got a perineal hernia. After being treated with Piroxicam, the cancer went away, but the hernia caused complications, and when the bladder protruded into the herniated area, she couldn't pee again, and uremic poisoning developed. She was miserable, in pain, and the most humane thing to do was to send her to the Rainbow Bridge. Little Daphne left for the Bridge January 7th, 2011. We miss her so badly. Fly free of pain, little butterfly. We love you.

Forums Motto:
Pass the cheese, please

I've Been On Dogster Since:
September 6th 2004 More than 9 years!

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Dogster Id:
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Daphne's "Dear Diary"


First Strokes.........

January 23rd 2005 6:11 pm
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On January 8th, my Mom and Dad took me to visit Dad's sister in Florida. From the frozen tundra here in Northern Illinois to a balmy 84 degrees. Wow, heavenly! I didn't like the grass in Florida. It was so deep and prickly, like maybe walking on a cactus. The neatest thing was I got to go swimming for the first time in my 4 year old life! I was a natural! Applause not necessary, please. I loved the heated pool and Dad carried me all around. It was so warm and nice, and then he put me out level and gave me a push and voila! I swam to the stairs at the end of the pool. Was that cool, or what. When we left to go back home it was 74 degrees at about 4 AM and the temp dropped steadily all the way home, and when we got back to the Chicago area it was 11. UGH! Now we have a foot of snow. Snow tastes neat. Dad says don't eat the yellow snow, but I knew that. Yellow snow is just for sniffing. Bye for now, Love, Daphne

 

October 18th 2004 7:17 pm
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I know I am really cute, because everyone tells me that ALL the time, but I couldn't figure out why every time I went out to go potty, my parents always go out with me. Didn't they trust me to do my business? Did they think I was going to run away from this wonderful place? I DON'T THINK SO! So what was it? Then, I heard dad tell mom to stay within a close distance from me when I was out because he had heard two OWLs talking to each other. Dad had looked up the hooting sound on something called "the internet" and said it was a GREAT HORNED OWL. I have never seen one, thank goodness! I guess they weigh 5 lbs., have a five foot wingspread, and catch prey up to 15 lbs. Since I weigh 9, I guess that is why they are worried. THEN, I heard them talking about something called a COYOTE! It's like a real meany that can climb fences up to 8' tall to get a cutey like me. And they don't just want to "Play." I'm glad my parents are so worried about my protection, and I certainly hope the parents of other small dogs don't take any chances with their loved one's safety either. Bye for now. Love and hundreds of kisses to all, Daphne

 
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