Treeing Walker Coonhound
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Age: 9 Years   Sex: Female

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Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:
-dog rescue

May 9th 2007


New places, bald men

Favorite Toy:
cow hooves

Best Tricks:
Shake (her only trick but also her first trick!!!!!)

Arrival Story:
After I rescued Moxie I started taking her to Puppy School at PetSmart. Every weekend for 3 months I saw Marlea laying in her kennel during the adoption days. No one ever looked at her or even showed her attention. One day after class I talked to the dog trainer, who trains blood hounds for the police department, and he said that he couldn't think of someone better to adopt her than Moxie and me. So that day Moxie got a sister! Marlea is the complete opposite than Moxie. She was abused very badly before I adopted her. She was living with a foster family that was great with her but unfortunately, well fortunately for me, they could not keep her. She wants to play and learn. You can see her eager to learn but it seems like she was never allowed to play. Moxie and Marlea are night and day from each other but have become very attached to each other. Marlea is coming out. She is playing and not hiding anymore. We still have a long way to go, but everyday getting to see her relax and be more comfortable is worth every minute.

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The Last Forum I Posted In:
US Army Dog Handler

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December 30th 2008 More than 8 years!

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A real home... at last!

My mommy, daddy, sister, and me!

January 6th 2009 7:43 pm
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Life is starting to look up for me. I was living with a foster family for a long time. They were great, but I knew it wasn't permanent. I was kind of nervous about where I was going. Would they be nice? Would they hurt me like my first home? Would I have brothers or sisters? And in an instant all my questions were answered. I had a home; I had a sister; and I had a mommy who loved me. Even from the beginning she was so nice to me. Always trying to make me feel at home and comfortable. My sister, Moxie, was so much fun. Full of energy and always wanting to play. She has helped make things easy for me to feel like part of the family.

A few weeks later, after I had gotten fairly adjusted to my new family a strange man came into my life. I don't, well didn't, like males. They remind me of my past. But this male was different. He wasn't threatening and was actually comforting to me. My mommy turned into a totally different person too. Not in a bad way at all. She was so much happier when he was around. Moxie told me he was my daddy. He's a great daddy. I feel very relaxed with him. He even taught me my first trick! But then mommy and daddy were so excited I learned it they started cheering and scared me. But I bounced back quickly and went back out to play more. This was my first Christmas with a family I can really call my own. And Santa even came to visit!

Then my daddy left. I don't know how my mommy does it. He goes to play GI Joe in the Army so he's gone a lot. Moxie and I can tell mommy misses him so we try and make her feel better. She doesn't go out anymore. She always stays home with Moxie and me, but she doesn't seem to mind. She loves just sitting in the living room playing with us. As long as mommy is happy and staying strong for daddy then Moxie and I are doing our jobs.

Less than 2 months ago I was hiding behind couches and tables. Now I can "shake" and I love playing with my sister. My favorite hang out spot is laying between mommy and daddy ON the couch or curled up with Moxie on mommy and daddy's bed. Less than 2 months ago I wasn't sure what a real family is and now I have my own family that I wouldn't trade for a giant bag of doggy treats!!!!

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