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Nicknames: Jasminny, Jas, Jam, Jamma, Jammy, Jambi, Bambi, Ja-bambi, Ja-bam, Jammer Ruff, Goober, Bugga. Out of all those, "Ja-bam" or some variation is used most.
Doggie Dynamics:
Likes: Running, playing, getting attention, getting treats, and being happy! :-)
Pet-Peeves: Being left out of the fun! Especially when Max leaves without me.
Favorite Toy: Stuffed toys that are easy to carry, throw, chew, tug with, and pull stuffing out of!
Favorite Food: I really like those training treats mom gives me... and baby carrots, yogurt, and peanut butter!
Favorite Walk: I prefer to run, but like going to parks and walking the neighborhood. I've also recently started biking with my mama!
Best Tricks: I know 25+ commands. My best ones are "target", "right", and sock-in-the-bucket.
Arrival Story: (For a longer version of my arrival story, read "3 years ago today" in my diary, written on June 1, 2005.) I was just a teeny tiny puppy, and I didn't have a home -- unless you consider the streets a home. Someone took pity on me and took me for a car ride and left me at a scary place. One day, I found myself sitting in a cage in a room that was a bit stinky 'cause all the other puppies in there kept wetting their crates. And it was very noisy, everydog was a barkin' up a storm. Everydog except me, that is. I found it all rather frightening and boring. One day some people took me home. Those three days were a blur, and I'm not sure how, but I got out and was running the streets again. I got tired and went to someone to say "Hi!" and they picked me up and drove me back to the scary place. I never saw that first "family" again, and after the staff at this place called the "Humane Society" was sure they weren't coming back for me, they stuck me in that same noisy, smelly room. I spent most of my days quietly sitting in my crate. I couldn't sit up all the way or else I would hit my head, so I kept my head low and looked out with big eyes. No one really noticed me. I couldn't figure out why, and it made me sad. Everyday, I would get to come out of my crate and play around sometimes, but it was always back to the cage for me.
Then one day, some people came into the room as usual. I watched from my cage as they took out several dogs and took them outside... then came back in. They roamed around. Finally one girl stopped by the cage next to mine. She fleetingly looked into my crate, but like so many others, she didn't really notice me. She was petting the pup next to me through the cage bars and it looked so wonderful, I scooted up close to my cage door too and never took my sad eyes off her. Finally, two fingers poked through the wires of my cage and she rubbed behind me ears. Then a worker at the HS was nearing my door, saying how I'd been there for close to three weeks and that I was a sweetie. My door opened and I came happily to the worker's arms, wagging my tail a lot but still staying quiet. They took me outside and I sniffed them all over and happily played and came back to them and gave them all my attention. They realized I was all legs and that my cage had not done me justice, as my black coat had blended into the darkness of my cage, making me nearly invisible. I sat next to the girl who had first pet me, and she started talking to me. It felt so wonderful. I was the happiest I had ever been in my short life of three months. But I was devastated when I went back into the cage. Why did it just never work out for me? Did these nice people not like me? The girl put a sticker on my info card, stuck 2 fingers through the bars again, spoke gentle words to me and then walked off. A few minutes later I was getting all cleaned up and I smelled really soapy. After a 2 hour wait, I was riding in the back seat of a car, on my way to my fur-ever home.
Bio: I had a very relaxed puppyhood after I found my forever. I got to play a lot, and I especially loved to play with my brother Max! I was an escape artist and I got out of the house or yard several times, but my mom never stopped trackin' me down until she'd found me and brought me back home. She didn't give up on me like other people did! I was very nervous of normal things at first -- like cereal clanking into a bowl or plastic bags rattling. But now I'm not scared anymore. At first I just learned the basics -- sit, down, shake, & come. When I was old enough, my mom set up obstacles in the yard and taught me agility. Several years later, mom bought real equipment. I've never set foot in a real ring, and I bet I probably never will, but we have fun anyway. My favorite obstacle is the chute. When I was about 3 years old, I went to my first official training class. I rocked! I breezed through basic and soared right into advanced, which was more of a challenge but still very fun. But we had a 2 week break between basic and advanced, and I was bored with nothing new to practice! So that was the first time mom picked up a clicker. She taught me dozens of new tricks or behaviors with it, which made everything even MORE fun! I'm a really smart girl, but walking on a leash is not my strong point. Nor is meeting new people or dogs. But really, I'm good with other dogs as long as I don't find their personality too annoying or threatening. And with people, I have to have some time to get to know them instead of having them jump right in with petting me. So for about 4 years, I enjoyed being my mom's center of attention (along with Max and Socks "of course"), but then we both got bored and looked for the next adventure. So mom started volunteering at an animal shelter that was in dire need of some dedicated supporters. Mom was doing lots of things, but eventually started fostering some that would have no future if they weren't helped. Mom was so proud of how I took most of the pups under my wing and made them feel comfortable. She says I make a very good foster sister. It's a lot of fun to have new dogs to play with and cuddle with, as long as they aren't pushy! So that's what we love to do now: save lives. When you look at the numbers of it all, half a dozen lives saved out of over 10,000 that are NOT saved (all in a year at just one shelter) may not seem like it's that big of a deal, but it sure is to the families who get to spend the rest of their lives in the happy company of those half a dozen. So my mom may have taught me many things, but I sure taught her a lot too, and now we try to spread the word about adoption & fostering so that others can be saved as well. My biggest wish is that everypup could have a loving life. We may not all have grand beginnings in life, but we all deserve bright futures.
Forums Motto: Such a Happy Girl
S&N: "Spay today - it's the only way" -- the only way to prevent an "oops" litter, that is. Neutering is so important, too. Unneutered males are more likely to get hit by cars, because they are more likely to be out roaming. Don't let your best friend down - spay or neuter!
If you're really set on having "just one" litter of puppies, consider fostering for a local shelter or rescue group! Pregnant, stray dogs are more common than you'd think and the ONLY way for their puppies to survive is in a foster home. And those are scarce enough already.
If money is an issue for you, CLICK HERE to find a low-cost spay/neuter clinic near you. Don't delay - getting your girl spayed is nothing on your pocketbook compared to taking care of a litter of puppies.
Mom's been videotaping most of our training sessions for the dumbbell retrieve. Today it actually LOOKS like a respectable dumbbell retrieve!! Still needs polishing and we have to work on distance, but mom is SOOOOO proud of us. It wasn't quite as hard as mom thought it would be, but it was definitely one of the toughest things we've worked on.
Mom's been teaching me something new so I am REALLY happy because I LOVE to learn new stuff with the clicker. We are working on a "dumbbell retrieve" and it's coming along way better than mom had thought it would. We should have a video of the final result in a week or two! It is SO much fun. I have never been a fan of holding things in my mouth, but as some of you know I do have a "bucket" trick that required me to pick stuff up. Now I'm holding a tube in my mouth. I can go get it (as long as it's not TOO far off) and bring it to mom. Right now we're working on having me push it towards her hand (gosh, targeting comes in handy in so many ways!) so that she doesn't have to reach out ridiculously far and hope to catch it before I drop it. It's coming along great!!! Mom's hoping to polish it up so that it's like the obedience trial dumbbell retrieve. But MAN is she happy that we've even gotten this far!
But back to my sit-in. This stuff is so much fun that I don't want to leave mom's room, where we're doing most of the training. I refuse to get out. I don't want the fun to stop, darn it!
Sooo... apparently I've been getting chubby over the last few months. Too much food and not enough time running around with Stewie (he has Mama to play with and when the three of us play I always get ganged up on!!).
So our vet office is a mile away and mom walked me down there. It was fun and she's proud of me. We used the scale... I'm 46.2 pounds!!!!!!! I need to be 40! BOL!
Then we had to walk all the way back home. Which was still fun. But I drank lotsa water and had to stretch out on the floor and pant pant pant. Stewie and Mama crowded around me like they didn't know what was happening to me. BOL! But I was just tired.
Part of my weight-loss plan includes walking, of course. We'll see how that goes. Ha.
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