Hope


Dachshund/Beagle
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Home:Clovis, NM  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 15 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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The family of Pippi, Cheeky, Patches  (1990-2013), Sweetpea, Pixie
The family of Pippi, Cheeky, Patches  (1990-2013), Sweetpea, Pixie
The family of Pippi, Cheeky, Patches  (1990-2013), Sweetpea, Pixie
 

Nicknames:
Hope-A-Lot, Hopers, Hope-A-Dot

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

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Quick Bio:
-mutt-pound dog

Birthday:
March 17th 1999

Likes:
She loves to lay in the sun.

Pet-Peeves:
She's still a little guarded with food around other dogs, and her little sister Daisy loves to torment her.

Favorite Toy:
She first picked up a toy when she was eleven years old. She was so excited, but she didn't know what to do with it.

Favorite Food:
Hope will eat anything you give her.

Favorite Walk:
She likes to go to the park.

Best Tricks:
She learned how to sit-up, and she's great at using her nose.

Arrival Story:
I was volunteering at a local animal shelter and found Hope all by herself in a bottom cage. I had to gently pull her out, as she was trembling and cowering in the back. When I brought her into the light, her painfully thin little body was the first thing that I saw, but it was her eyes that captivated me. Dark and haunted, huge, brown saucers stared up at me. My beautiful little Hope was coming home to stay.

Bio:
How She Got Her Name: This was during a time in my life when I was very involved in animal rights, and in helping strays and pound dogs. Besides giving my time to the little shelter where I found Hope, I also volunteered at another little pound just outside of town; I drove transports to get dogs out of kill shelters and into rescues; I got strays off the streets and into rescue, or I found homes for them (a few I was able to return to their homes); and I helped with the homeless dogs of Katrina. It was during this time that I came across a post someone had written about a dog that didn't make it. The author was writing from a broken heart as he spoke about his time spent working in a high kill shelter. One dog in particular had changed him forever; it was a little female beagle who had been brought to the pound and utterly forgotten. The little girl had once been someone's pet, and at first she reached for love and warmth from the people who brought her food and cleaned her caged. She was friendly, although scared and confused. Time passed, and no adopters took any interest in her. The pound was filled to capacity, and she didn't get any attention or affection from the workers. The bigger dogs in the cage bullied her until she spent all of her time in one little, dark corner. The shelter worker watched in vain as the little dog started to lose weight and eventually stopped eating all together. She no longer wagged her tail, or even raised her head when someone passed by. And one day, she laid down and died (presumably of a broken heart). The shelter worker gently picked her up, and before letting her body go, he named her Hope (in the hope that her death might mean life for another, hope that one day the mindless suffering of shelter animals would end, hope that humanity would grow in compassion and love). The next day (after reading the post), I found a little, terrified, starving Beagle mix who looked up at me with big, round eyes, and I named her Hope...and I took her home. Hope had been at the end of her short life when I found her. She had already been returned to the shelter once, because of aggression issues; and she was dying of heartworms. Her chances were slim to none of finding a home. It was a long, hard road rehabilitating her. The heartworm treatments made her very sick, and she was only given a forty percent chance of surviving. She spent I think it was six weeks confined to a crate day and night to keep her heart calm. Then, it would be several long years before she would learn to accept (and eventually play with other dogs). I'm happy to say that she has fulfilled her destiny not only in giving shelter dogs hope, but in giving aggressive and sick dogs hope, as well. She is a beacon of light; her joy of life follows her wherever she goes. lighting a path for all other forgotten and lost dogs. Hope is a real sweetheart who is adored and loved more than words could ever express.

Forums Motto:
Hope For All Forgotten Dogs

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Hope


Prayers

June 8th 2010 3:03 pm
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Hope has had so much love sent her way, and I have to believe that is what caused this miracle. One day, not too long ago, she just started walking again. And then she was running! And then playing!! She's not in pain anymore, and her happiest moments are in the sun. Maybe her heart's just too big to let go of life!

 

A New Journey Has Begun

April 8th 2010 4:36 pm
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Hope has started a new path in her life. All life has its beginnings and all life ends. Hope's wheel has turned for the final time. My sweet baby has grown old and grey; her little body barely has the strength to walk across the room now. I fear her clock is finally winding down, slowly, moment by moment, to her final hour. This diary entry is a little candle lit in honor of such a good old dog who brought so much love and beauty into this world. Her life is sacred, and now the memories and these final moments are all that is left. Let the hours be filled with love. For little Hope, I raise a glass, and I say a prayer. Thank you to everyone who has been her friend over the years. Bless you ... and bless her precious life.

 

Dog Of The Week!

September 28th 2009 1:19 pm
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Well, it is a beautiful fall day. It's one of those days my mama calls a puppy dog day. The sun is shining, the sky is blue, and the birds are singing. I've spent almost all morning outside in the sunshine. I didn't think today could get any better. Then, I learned that I was chosen Dog Of The Week by my group, Got Spots!! I was so happy! I jumped around and wiggled my butt in my happy dance! Now, I'm going to go take another nap. I'll have the sweetest dreams, because I have the sweetest life! Love, Hope

 
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