Rusty


Miniature Pinscher
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Home:Medford, MA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 9 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 1-10 lbs

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Nicknames:
sir poo's alot, pup-a-roni, ankle biter, rusty butt

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

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Likes:
Sleeping on my mommy's chest, chasing and attacking ankles

Pet-Peeves:
I hate when humans put things on their feet...I bark and bark and attack those strange things with the strings hanging out of them. Why do they need to put things on to go outside? I dont need anything on my feet.

Favorite Toy:
I love my really large teddy bear..thats one of my girlfriends if you know what I mean.

Favorite Food:
I love puppy food...the place I came from did not have this yummy stuff.

Favorite Walk:
sheepfold dog park!!

Best Tricks:
I'm very good at rolling over, sitting, staying, lay, and playing go fetch all to get yummy treats

Arrival Story:
I got Rusty from the one place I said I would never EVER buy a dog from. I'm sad to say I got him from a large puppy mill. I know many of you reading this will frown apon this and be very upset that I supported a puppy mill in buying this little guy, but read my story and try to understand that when you find a diamond in a pile of poo... you have to stick your hand in and pull it out. I started looking for a dog in the paper, I called 2 places that had Min-Pins, they both had ALOT of dogs...puppy mills...so I did not even bother to go take a look at their dogs. Then I called this "place" they sounded decent so I ask "your in no way a puppy mill are you?" they assured me they were not so I went over to take a look at the dogs. When I pulled in the driveway all I could hear were tons of little barking dogs...the place smelled like poo. I started to get back in my car and drive off, but curiousity got the better of me. Kinda like when you drive by an accident on the road, you slow down to see what happened, I wanted to know what happened in a puppy mill...was it "REALLY" as bad as they say? Besides...I was already there, and I told my friend with me I refused to get one here, I just wanted to see inside. Well trust me...its worse than you could imagin...The sheer amount of dogs in such a small place was horrifiying, and the stinch was almost unbarable, I cant see how a human could live here and not clean up more. The "owners" brought out a few litters of puppies for me to look at. The first thing I noticed was you could see their little back bones sticking out slightly and you could feel the ribs on the puppies. As I pet a few of them I noticed large areas of the supose to be soft baby fur, was crusted over in fecal matter. All of the puppies they brough out were just there..there was no spark in them..they did not care for human contact, did not look up to play, did not whine for their mothers...nothing! Then they brought out the last litter to parade in front of me like some cheap market goods. In that litter was Rusty, He and a small female had spunk, the eagerly ran for a hand to pet...probably hoping I'd pull off the hoards of fleas on them, they licked my hand eagerly, perked up when I made sounds trying to find where it came from. So I took rusty in my arms, he was skinny like the others. I decided to give him a few tests, I touched all over him..he wagged his little stub of a tail and licked me every time he got a chance. I held him on his back, he looked at me like whats this for? when can we play? but he remained still until I flipped him over. I took him outside...lord knows he probably has never touched earth, his earth was a wire cage bottom with soiled newspapers. He eagerly sniffed the ground and proudly walked around, not scared at all. I also checked his eyes, ears, and all over for any "problems". Against everything that I believed in I found myself wanting this puppy, he was amazing even with his cruel start, the puppy mill did not kill this puppys spirits. I started to leave, keeping to my word "I refuse to suport a puppy mill" then he ran over to me and grabbed my pant leg and gave it a little pull...as to say "please dont leave me hear, dont blame me for how they brought me into the world" I melted. I ask if the parents had any history of desease or defect, of course a puppy mill would not be truthfull but they said no, I made an agreement in writing that if anything was found wrong with the puppy they would take him back w/ full refund. They also told me he'd go to the vet before he could go home with me. At the time he was 4 weeks old, at 6 weeks they were going to let me have him. Such a young age I thought to rip him from his mom...it broke my heart that I could not take them all and give them a "real" puppy life, but I thought...the sooner I could get him out of "that place" the less time they would have to harm my puppy. Time came for me to get my puppy from his prison, he had just had a vet check that day. I went to pick him up...they brought him out & another small male asking if I wanted to change my mind...of course not... They also then informed me that the vet found they had a bacteria infection "nothing serious" they said. "its just caused by them playing in their feces!" they said it like it was nothing, did not bother to mention its "HIGHLY CONTAGIOUS" lucky for me I know of deseases and bacterias and knew what I was going to be dealing with. They gave me the medicine to take home and give him and off I went with my puppy mill puppy, to bath, pick fleas, and medicate. I of course am in the process of writing to the AKC on this so called breeder and the conditions of their mill. My puppy has no aparent problems from living in the mill...he's smart as a tack, now has a clean bill of health, eager as ever to please. The only side affect I found from being in the mill is he does not care if he lays in his feces. he will potty in the night and lay back down. We are working on fixing that problem and have potty checks in the middle of the night, he has 3 blankets to swap out...I wash his things daily to get the accidents off it. Its more work than I should have to do, but its worth it, he will be my puppy mill rags to riches champion...watch and see.

Forums Motto:
Cute and cuddley face does it every time

The Groups I'm In:
Naughty Pup Club, The Dogster Force

I've Been On Dogster Since:
November 23rd 2004 More than 9 years!

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Dogster Id:
90102


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Adjusting to house life!


Whew its been a while!

January 16th 2006 12:09 pm
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Life has been crazy with christmas and all, I just have not had a chance to write in my diary latley.

I went to grandma's for christmas this year. On christmas eve we got to open our presants because mom said there would be to much going on on christmas to open mine. Mom got me this real cute sweater that keeps me OH so warm! I never liked sweaters before but in 20 and below it feels real good to have it on. I bring my sweaters out when I'm cold and give them to mom so she can put one on me. I also got these real nice candycane dog bones from daddy...first thing I did was eat all the stripes off them! hehe. Grandma gave me a stuffed animal and the second I got my teeth around it I found the nose and ripped that bugger off...the nose is the easiest way to get the stuffing inside OUT.

On chrismas day we had lots of human visitors at grandma's...I was not very happy about all the people and new smells, but there was one that I took a liking to instantly. There was this wee thing there...my size! he grabbed my leash and started running all over the place with me, I wanted to stop and eat turkey that other kids were giving me, but he would not let me so mom took my leash off because he was choking me. He kept the leash in his hand...so I figured what the hey....I'll follow him anyway...he's fun. After I ate my table scraps we ran all around the house together till we were both so tired we collapsed on the floor together! Later that day his daddy took him upstairs to take a nap. I got real lonley so I went upstairs and took a nap with him too :)

 

SNOW! in october?!?!

November 9th 2005 12:09 pm
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So I woke up today thinking today would be pretty boring, mom had to run some errands and was gone for quite a few hours. When she got home though she was laughing so hard and talking to daddy all excited saying to put my sweater on and get the camra for rusty's first snow! I did not even hear the words SNOW at first... I was just so excited I was getting my sweater on and we were going outside! I ran out and slipped all over the stairs, there was this white fluffy & wet stuff all over the stairs! I stopped dead in my tracks once I stopped sliding around. EVERYTHING outside was white! I bent down to sniff this white stuff and to give it a little lick, just to see if I got lucky and it was edible. IT WAS EDIBLE! I slipped around making looonnnnggggg paw prints all over the ground and eating this stuff. Then I went to the grass and it was covered in it too! I tried to dig myself a hole but the stuff was cold...so I just wrote my name in the snow. Then I tried pouncing around in it...HaHa that was fun too.

 

Pupsickle!

October 27th 2005 10:45 am
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Ok....I'm writing this to mom... Mom... I'm not a pupsickle...I dont like being a pupsickle so please dont do it again! I thought when you said "lets go to the park" that it would be fun like always. You put my sweater on thinking that little thing would keep me warm? Ok ... I admit, I had a blast playing at the park for the first 5 min. But with the slight mist of rain and the woofing cold breeze, that sweater did NOTHING...in fact it held those little drops of misty rain on my poor little body.
I do thank you for picking me up and hiding me in your jacket when you saw me trying to run & play but I started shaking to bad to run straite. Lets not go back to the park if its windy and misty ok mom?

Licks and nubbin wags
Rusty

 
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