Likes: Going bye-bye in the car, treats, when I come home, sleeping on her heated bed, snoozing in the sunshine.
Pet-Peeves: She hates the doorbell, people walking on her street, anyone too close to her car, going outside when it is cold.
Favorite Toy: All stuffed animals or squeey toys, balls, or an old sock.
Favorite Food: Pedigree wet, treats of course, anything her people are eating.
Favorite Walk: Not many walks, but we have a puppy pen to play in all the time.
Best Tricks: Sitting pretty and dancing for treats. She will bite the pant legs of strangers who come into her house.
Arrival Story: She was my birthday present the year after we lost our sweet Sadie. I was lonely and my friend's Min-Pin had a litter of puppies, so Ravan came to make me smile again.
Ravan's parents are Cyanne Pepper (Mom - named for her color) and Baby Hondo (Dad - named for a Doberman) with a big dog attitude. Ravan is very barky when strangers come around because she wants to protect her people and she defines a stranger as a threat.
Bio: Ravan is a sweet little girl, but she is very intimidated by strangers, especially men. It takes forever to get her to stop barking if someone new comes to our house and she doesn't want them to move after they sit down. Once you are accepted she loves you to pieces and wraps herself around your neck and rubs her face on your face. She is not a jumper and has her own will stool to help her get onto the bed. Yes, she sleeps with mommy. She even askes for help to get up on the couch.
The MPMM Valentine Pawty 2008 was in full swing and we were celebrating our pals birthdays for February.....someone asked Jackson when we were getting mawrried and he replied sometime in March or April. I don't know what made me say it, but it just seemed right...... I said what is wrong with right now.
In a matter of minutes everyone changed into wedding clothes and Jackson and I got mawrried. I am the happiest girl pup in the world. I am now Jackson's wife!!
We kept "GIGGY" busy (that was my slip up that I will laugh about for years). Our sweet Gibby was so kind as to play the part of 3 pups that night. He was our DJ (which he does so well). He was Jackson's Best Dog. AND he performed the ceremony and did a marvelous job of all 3 jobs.
Georgie, my sweet sisfur-in-law, was my Dog of Honor. She changed quickly into her most beautiful Valentine dress and looked delightful.
All of our pals were there already..... I already had my wedding dress... so what else did we need. It was so spontaneous and so romantic. I am still walking on a cloud. I just keep saying to myself....I'm Mrs. Jackson McClelland......I'm Mrs. Jackson McClelland...... I'm Mrs Jackson McClelland.
I am so happy that I feel like I might burst!! I LOVE YOU my handsome HUSBAND!!!
I am pr0ud to share with you the wonderful news that my long time boyfuriend proposed to me tonight in a Birthday gift package. He sent me a beautiful Necklace and a gorgeous Diamond Ring with a note asking me to be his wife. I have accepted his proposal and we will begin to plan our wedding after New Years.
I am thrilled to be his fiance' He is absolutely the most wonderful pup I have efur known and I am proud to be his lady.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With no thought of the dog outside filling their head.
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Knew he was cold, but didn't care about that.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Figuring the dog was free and into the trash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of midday to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Santa Claus - his eyes full of tears.
He unchained the dog, once so lively and quick,
Last years Christmas present, now thin and sick.
More rapid than eagles he called the dog's name.
And the dog ran to him, despite all his pain;
"Now, DASHER! Now, DANCER! Now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! On CUPID! On, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Let's find this dog a home where he'll be loved by all"
I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year,
For Santa Claus had made one thing quite clear,
The gift of a dog is not just for the season,
We had gotten the pup for all the wrong reasons.
In our haste to think of giving the kids a gift
There was one important thing that we missed.
A dog should be family, and cared for the same
You don't give a gift, then put it on a chain.
And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight,
"You weren't given a gift! You were given a life!"