Truman (In Memory)


Great Dane/Mastiff
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Home:Cleveland, OH  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 100+ lbs

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Nicknames:
TrubeeDo, Doobles, Bubsy, Taterhead, TruTru, Prancy, Trubalicious, True Blue

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

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mutt

Birthday:
July 1st 2007

Likes:
I love being as close to my humans as possible. I like sitting on people's laps and playing soccer - I'm good! When it's cold outside I like to lay on my bed in front of a fire. I like surprising people in the shower (I know how to open doors).

Pet-Peeves:
I do not like laptop computers. My mom does work on it and when she's not looking I push it closed or I just walk up and lay my head on her keyboard. I don't like when my humans play the Wii - I stand in front of the TV! I don't like cats in my yard.

Favorite Toy:
Well, I can't play tug anymore so I just chew on my tug toys now. I have a squeak toy called The Alien that my family tries to hide from me because it's loud. I basketballs but my favorite has always been my big stuffed bear, Paul.

Favorite Food:
Scooby Snacks are my favorite dog treat. I like to catch ice cubes from the dispenser and I'm real close to figuring out how to push it myself. My mom and dad don't usually let me eat human food but I snuck some caramel nut bars and teacakes - goood!

Favorite Walk:
I like to take walks around the neighborhood; everyone says hi to me and I like that. Now, though, I've heard mom and dad say that the backyard is better for me unless my wobbles get better.

Best Tricks:
I'm great at catching ice cubes, playing soccer, playing 'hide and seek', opening doors (especially if I know someone is showering - I like to punch at the shower curtain), ringing a bell to go outside

Arrival Story:
My owner's mom died in June, 2007, and when she returned home from being with family, she was feeling sad. The morning after she arrived back home she was reading the Sunday paper and saw an add for English Mastiff-Great Dane puppies and just had to go take a look. Her mom had loved big dogs, and my soon-to-be mom and dad had raised 3 St. Bernards. This had to be a sign! She drove the 75 miles to visit me, my parents and breeders and fell in love with this teeny little silver and black male with a pink nose. ME! As I was still so young, it would be 6-8 weeks before I could go to my new home. She named me Truman and visited on weekends and when work travel brought her my way. It's hard to believe that she held me in one hand in July 0f 2007 and by September 2008 I weighed 180 pounds!

Bio:
I joined 2 female St. Bernards - Eleanor and Sophie. Sophie did not like sharing her humans' attention but Eleanor was very patient with me until she figured out I was getting just too darn big to treat like a baby. She used to let me curl up on top of her to take naps. In the last six months, Eleanor was able to walk and move less and less. I knew something wasn't right so I tried to not play so rough with her and I waited for her to go up the stairs first. She died on September 27 and I have missed her alot. Sophie's not as nice to me - but I do get to sleep on Eleanor's bed. She and I play outside and sometimes our neighbor dog Bobo comes over too. I got scared in the end of November when I just couldn't make my legs do what I wanted them to, so my mom and dad took me to the vet. I got shots and a bunch of medicine and now I'm a wobbler. Whatever that means...

Forums Motto:
No - really - I AM a lapdog!

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Hello from Squishy

Link for Truman's Treatment For Wobblers:
Link to site for Truman's Treatment for Wobblers

I've Been On Dogster Since:
October 26th 2008 More than 6 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
909039


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My Life as a Wobbler


How can a guy ever say thank you?

February 2nd 2009 8:10 pm
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Yoo Hoo.....!!!! Hey there Y'all! Trubeedoo here.... I heard Mom telling Dad that I made my goal on Fundable. I had to do something quick to get her away from her online classes, so I did what any big dog would - and I attacked her stuffed St. Bernard that reminded her of my older sister Eleanor. I've never done anything like that so I knew it bought me some time on the old laptop.

How does a guy tell furpals, two-legged friends - and who knows who else! - thank you for something like this? Mom and Dad put a lot on the line for me, I'm sure lots of you know how much that means. They don't think I'm listening when they have their 'discussions' but I know that when they took me to the University of Tennessee they had no idea how they were going to pay for things if the doctors said they could help me. They didn't even know IF UT could help me.

Mom told me almost every day when she would scratch my cheeks - when she was so sad - "TruTru, it's a leap of faith Bubsy, that's what it is". I know lots of humans think I'm just a dumb dog, there's more important things to do besides throwing money at a dog who might not make it anyway. I know that even Mom and Dad worried about whether they were doing the right thing for me or if they were being selfish.

I'm here to tell you - there isn't a happier house than our house these past few weeks. I'm on the road to feeling better - no more pain that was making me howl and cry out. I still walk a little funny but what's so wrong with that? I take my medicine just like Dr. W. said to and I really really try hard to be good and lay around. I know it 's a long road to recovery but I'm on it and that's a great thing!

It's because of kind, giving and compassionate people (and furpals) like you that I am tripping the life fantastic now. Mom reached out and found Dogster - and we found so many friends. Thank you - everybody who helped get the word out, who checked on me, who contributed to my fundraiser and who sent out prayers and pawsitive thoughts and energy.

YOU ROCK!

ok, gotta run, mom's coming to get back to homework... tru

 

It's about time!

January 29th 2009 12:45 pm
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Dog! Mom's classes start again and it's like my interests aren't important anymore! I have stared at her, closed her laptop, pushed her hands of the keyboard and even sat on her homework - she's just not getting my message: "My furpals need to know what's going on!". It's been like furever! Let me do some catching up.

Overall, I think I'm doing OK. I never did go in my kennel, even with all the good things in it, so mom and dad just put it back in the garage for the next new family member to use someday. I chill out on the floor by mom's side of the bed most of the time, or on my bed in the livingroom. It is so hard to be still, though! I know Mom is not feeling good about how much freedom I have because she's worried I'll be hurt again. I'm trying, I really am. I don't hurt like I was and I just want to live large. I am large you know - actually I'm a giant breed. I tried to play with Sophie a few times and that went over like a dead duck. For the longest time we had to go outside at separate times because I had to use her lead wrapped around my chest but I've kinda got the hang of what I'm supposed to do so I just walk next to Mom or Dad in the yard. I don't even give those noisy dogs around me any attention. I take my 3 medicines twice every day just like Dr. W. said. Sometimes I trip a little or lean over but I haven't fallen in more than a week. Dad says I still walk like a goof.

On Saturday, January 24th, Mom and Dad took me to my regular vet to have my stitches taken out. I'm more worried about my hair not growing back fast enough, I'm looking pretty strange and that cold air on my neck is not fun. They brought Sophie with us - I guess to help me feel better about going. We didn't go right to the vet even! We got sausage biscuits and drove around for a little while. That was fun; I might like riding in the van someday if this keeps up. Oh it was great seeing all my human friends at the vet! :-) They hugged, kissed, petted and loved all over me and told me they were all so happy that I feel better. They didn't even make me get on the scale or go in an exam room, they just took my stitches out right there and zip - we were done. One of my friends tried to give me those nasty treats they try to pass off as good; I spit it out three times before she got the message. What happened next was the best part of this story...

Dad took me back out to the van while Mom took care of the medicine, and that took a little while. I climbed right up with just a little help from Dad (there were other dogs watching so I had to look cool) and he got up in front. Do ya know what I found? I found the jar of peanut butter that they used to lure me into the van when they just left me at that big hospital! OMD... peanut butter AND a spoon! Mom must have forgotten about that being hidden away in the door pocket. Ohhhh it was so good, even if it was frozen. I managed to get the spoon out and get it in my mouth the right way - opposable thumbs would have been a big help - and thought I would share my treasure with Dad. I poked my head up front with the end of the spoon hanging out of my mouth, expecting Dad to know what to do. I don't know why he looked surprised or why he was laughing at me so hard. He took my spoon AND the peanut butter! Mom looked real guilty when Dad asked her where I might have found my treat.

Let me finish up by asking you, what does "incorrigible" mean? Mom says that a lot these days. I don't think it's bad because she is scratching my cheeks or petting on me when she says it but she never said that before I had my surgery. Maybe it means 'no more pain' or 'healthy' or something like that. I have to make up for lost time, all those months that I couldn't check things out just because I was hurting. I'm having so much more fun being incorrigible, I think I like it. Whatever it means, it must mean 'good'.

 

I been tagged again! here we go!

January 25th 2009 8:07 pm
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TAG-Yoo It!

Today my new furpal Nilla tagged me to think up 5 things about me my other dogster furpals may not know 'bout me.....

1. Loud noises make me scared
2. I really miss my big sister Eleanor. I hope she finds Nilla over the Rainbow Bridge.
3. I ate bird once, by accident. It scared me by flying too close and when I jumped I caught it in my mouth. I was so sorry!
4. I miss my family during the day; Sophie's nice but she doesn't give love and treats.
5. When my mom reads a book in the tub, I lay next to it and lay my head on the side so she can scratch me while she reads.

So now I'm gonna turn this over to 5 of my favorite furpals. I'm tagging.... Mireva, Luggs, Maximus, Chocco and Dayzee. Inquiring minds want to know 5 things 'bout each of dem that most dogsters don't already know, then p-mail
5 of der furrends to play TAG-Yoo It!

Your Big Buddy,
Truman

 
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