 Age: 5 Years Sex: Male
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Leave a bone for Chewy
Nicknames:
Chew-zone, Zone, Zoney, Little F**ker
Arrival Story:
This is one lucky little turd! He belonged to a family with a lot of kids on the other side of the state, about a 3 hour drive from us. At 5 months old, Chewy (then named Toby) decided to attack a neighborhood Rottweiler. The Rottie won, and Chewy got chewed up pretty badly.(Hence...his name) His owners loved him, but could not afford to fix him. They took him to the local shelter where they had to make the difficult decision to put him to sleep, when given the price of needed surgery as an option. They left their puppy there, and went home heartbroken assuming he would soon be dead. It so happens that a neighbor of mine goes to college on that side of the state and owns Jack russells. She also happens to volunteer at the very shelter that Chewy came in to! She was surprised when she saw a Jack being walked to the "E-room" that she had not been alerted to, as she has brought me others from there and so they always approached her when a jack came in. She inquired as to why this puppy was being put to sleep and no-one had asked her about him. They explained he needed surgery for the hernia on his side caused by the dog fight he had been in. She said, well hold on a minute, called me, got the ok to bring him home with her for the weekend so I could get him to the vet and get him fixed. That gave me a few hours to contact the rescue and get an ok for the expected funds. Everything just lined up perfectly for him, she was coming home that night, and I had her meet me at the vet with him. I about died when I saw him! 9 pounds of pure mischeif and growling at every single dog he saw intensely; all I could think is "what have I done".
We got his life threatening hernia fixed and when he was well, I brought him home to rehab among my pack of 4 at the time, totally expecting to be making another trip to the vet to repair someone!! I tossed him into the mix, and he must have been overwhelmed at being outnumbered, because that was the last time he ever showed dog aggression. Not a peep! He found his place in the pack and immediately determined that I was obviously taken by 3 of the boys, and he had better work it with my husband Dean. And work it he did. If he could get any cuter, I don't know how!! He is such a character. From day one, he let Dean know, that he was now a dog owner of his own. He would enjoy a little bit of beer with Dean and his buddies, and showed great interest in all the manly type hobbies and pastimes, such as working on cars, moving junk around, lumber jacking, eating junk food, and hanging out. I had to put the kabosh on the beer drinking however, when I came home and found the puppy tipsy!( Chewy would only drink Labatts, turned his nose up at Budweiser). I angrily confronted my husband and his pal who told me that "Well, he did have a little too much maybe...he had 3 of his little mugs." Ok, it is only the cut off bottom of a little 16 oz water bottle, but Chewy was only 9 pound soaking wet! I told them that was too much for him, and he could only go down the stairs sideways!! They were laughing, but Chewy got drunk one time after that, and he decided the hangovers were not worth it! He quit his beer drinking! We tried twice to adopt him, and he bounced back both times. Each time making Dean love him more and more.So, in October that same year (2005) on Dean's birthday, I officially gave him Chewy. They are inseperable! He is the funniest little dog, and never goes a day without getting into some trouble or another. Oh, I should mention that I managed to track down the original owners and they were thrilled that we kept Chewy and got him fixed.
Bio:
How Chewy became ZONE!
Chewy has what we call "Chew-zones". they are areas he has claimed and drug blankets, shirts, etc into to make a cozy nest. In the zones you can find all sorts of nik-naks that Chewy collects from Tootsie roll pop sticks, to wads of paper, whatever suits his fancy he hoards it and takes it to the ZONE. These Chew-zones start small, but you can imagine can grow pretty rapidly. He has two of them in the basement, where my husband's office is, and one in the garage for hanging out with the guys. He has one on the couch that I constantly ruin because its ugly! the can crop up anywhere and be only briefly occuppied, like at a campfire site for one night, or become pretty much permanant like the ones in the basement and garage. The contents change and vary as the other dogs invade them in search of a treat, but the ambiance is always the same. They have that lived in look which attempts to hide the treasures inside. But I know where to look if something small has gone missing, like an ink pen, or wooden spoon for example. Usually perched in one of his zones, whichever one is closest to Dean at the time, if he cannot be on his lap, Chewy guards them ferousiously! Noone dare approach if he is roosting there. He adores kids and if there are any near by playing, forget about it! We will get a call that our dog is in the house with the kids and they just love him. Chewy does not mean to be a delinquent, but he can't help himself. His heart is in the right place however and he is sweet as can be.
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