Chester T. Chubbbs


Lhasa Apso/Labrador Retriever
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Home:Centreville,Va., VA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 6 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Nicknames:
Chub-Chub, Chubster. Chubmeister, Chubilicious,Chesser

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
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Quick Bio:
-service dog -disabled -dog rescue

Birthday:
May 1st 2008

Likes:
running after his ball, sticks in our backyard, walking after dark, restaurants

Pet-Peeves:
scared of strangers,especially men, does not like dog food, chews up washcloths, fights with vaccuum, and brooms, gets upset if poop is in our yard

Favorite Toy:
balls, stuffed dog and lamb, squeaky toys, frisbee, sliding board

Favorite Food:
hamburgers at Wendy's,chicken,soft chewy toffee, egg yolks, turkey, chicken cordon bleu

Favorite Walk:
around pond, around mile long block, outdoor Shrine of Lourdes in Maryland, Williamsburg at night, any historic town with shops to visit

Best Tricks:
sliding down slide, playing soccor with any ball

Arrival Story:
I was down in Florida visiting with my brother and Sister in law for an extended stay. There was a new litter of puppies out of my grand-neice's llhasa-apso,Media,(pronounced mea-dee-ah), and I was asked if I wanted one. As soon as they were weaned, my brother was going to take them to the shelter, he said. A litter had been born to another llhasa,about 6 weeks prior,and he was tired of tripping over puppies, and dogs, each A.M., on his way to the hospital, where he is an M.D, Having 2 cats at home, and being a self described "cat-person", I declined the offer. I'd lost my cat Howard,to cancer, the day I left Virginia. He was 17, and I felt as if it were a betrayal, to his memory. As the weeks went by ,I saw how one pup struggled, to climb the stairs. He was sort of fat, and was the runt of the litter. The other dogs left him behind ,when they ran off. When the mother began to wean them, I saw how sad he looked. She let him know that the milk bar was closed for business, in no uncertain terms! One day as I looked out the window, I saw him trying his hardest to get up the stairs. It was raining pretty hard, and the rest of the dogs were up on the porch. As he got to the 3rd of the 4 steps, he fell back ,after being snarled at by a bigger dog, who looked like he did not want this one particular pup up there. I commented on it, and my brother said that dogs who have something wrong with them are pushed out of the pack. He could tell that this one had something wrong with it's legs, and it was too slow. A few seconds later, I heard an obnoxious mean voice saying,"get the f**k outta my way, you stupid mutt!". I looked out, and saw mybeautiful neices, obnoxious boyfriend, kick at something. I realized it was the little dog, and it was lying on it's back at the bottom of the stairs! I went out to make sure the little pup was alright. Then I brought him in, and bathed him. I began sharing him with his mom, and after a week, had acclimated him to my room, for good.

Bio:
I am training Chester to be a 'service animal'. He helps me do things, when my arms, and hands won't work. Things like pulling off my socks, pants, and coat. He can put things away for me, and I am teaching him to pick things up, when I drop them. Chester gets me up and moving each day, which is a challenge,especially on cold days, when my pain levels are 8 or 9, and it would be easier to stay in bed, with a heating pad! He won't let me, though, so I move, which is what I need the most. He also lifts my mood, helping me through the pain. He's the greatest little guy, ever!

Forums Motto:
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I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 17th 2009 More than 5 years!

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Chester T. Chubbs,The Life of a Dog & His Human


Our Little House Trip

July 9th 2013 12:31 pm
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We started our trip about 2 weeks ago, and are in the Virginia town of Edinburg. It's about the best place in the world for doggies! there are many, many ducks!! They swim on the river, which runs right in front of our little house.
Mty little house is on wheels, and Daddy can make it go anywhere. I help him make it go, by sitting next to him, and looking at him, which I think is almost as important as he tells me it is. He makes me feel as if he couldn't make it go very fast or far if he didn't have me here beside him.
So, we are here and I love it! Mama and I go out every morning, and feed those quacking ducks. I sit close to the water, on the banks of the little river. Sometimes, I fall in a bit, but Mama rescues me each time. We throw in bits of bread, and the ducks come and get it. some even catch it mid air! There are baby ducks too, and the big ducks try and take the bread away from them! The Mama duck gets angry then, and nips at them, until they stop stealing. I watch those ducks carefully. At times, they fight, and then I have to stand up fast, to show them that I am bigger, and will stop any nonsense they are thinking of.
It's so fun, being in the mountains. I relax in the evenings, with Mam and Daddy, after supper. We sit outside, or take walks. Last night, we picked raspberries. They taste yucky, but daddy likes them on ice cream. He can have them all, but it's fun to find them.

 

My Little House

April 28th 2013 6:13 pm
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Today was a super fun day! Daddy took Mama and I to one of my favorite places to chase after gooses; Bull Run park! Once upon a time, this place was filled with troops that had cannons and swords, and killed one another. It's hard to believe it, because it so peaceful now, well, til I get there and chase all those gooses, and ducks and make em fly away!
There are meadows, filled with wildflowers of all kinds. Today, Daddy wanted to see the Virginia Bluebells, and so he asked mama if we wanted to take our "Little House".
I want to tell you about our "Little House"! It is a tiny house on wheels, that Daddy can drive around. It has a kitchen, a bathroom, that has a small tub just for me, and a dining area, a couch and Mama has a bed, over the top of where we sit and drive. Daddy and I drive, and Mama can rest her neck and back. It's pretty cool, and I love getting in, and going to different places. Many times, we spend the night in it, sometimes for days and days.
Our little house even has a name. Daddy picked it out and had a silver keychain engraved for Mama. You will never guess, not in a million zillion years! It is named; "Chester's House"!!
Are you surprised? I was! It's the most funnest thing, cause we just hop in and go wherever we want.
Sometimes, Daddy will ask Mama if we can go to Boston Market and get chicken and cornbreads with lot's of BUTTER!Then we take our chicken and eat it at the table. After, we go for a walk, then home again (to my little house) where Mama and Daddy play cards, dominoes or board games. Then it's time for our naps. When we wake up, it's time for another walk, and I get to chase those gooses again. Or we find our way down to the river. There ducks on that little river, and I like to look at them and dream about chasing them, clean outta that water, ha ha ha...
Last month, we went to my sisser Alissa's home, and we were nice and cozy in my little house, even though it was so cold outside. Daddy just plugged it into a socket, and just like the big house, it got nice and warm. Mama and I went outside the next day, and what do you think the sky had done, overnight? It snowed! I sank into the cold white blanket, that lay on the ground. Mama had to pick me up, because that snow was over my head. I could only breathe when I put my nose up as high as I could! We had a nice few days there.
We also went to a place called Louisa, where we are going to go and LIVE for a whole year!!
Sisser Margie will take care of my big house, and daddy, mama and I, will hit the road. I hope to have lot's of stories to tell, about the adventures I know that my family will have. I will tell you about the campfires at night, and the walks by the lake, and the gooses and ducks I will chase!

 

Good Boy, Chester

November 4th 2010 4:58 pm
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Chester and I are completely and irrevocably joined at the ankles.He is the best little guy in the world. It seems though that I am worried about the day he'll leave me, and I'll have to move on. I know that like with Sherry, it'll hurt so badly, that I'll wish I were with him. This time though, I think I'll go to the shelter, and adopt another dog that needs a home. I hope that I'll be able to transfer my hurt into joy.
Ches is in school, again. He's doing so well! He tried very hard, to do what is asked of him, each and every time. He is loved by his teacher, Mis Carol. She's shown me how to do alot of things, with and for Chester. One time, he didn't want to comply, (in the last session), and when I scolded him, he sat up and back really tall on his haunches. His little paws were held out to me, and so of course I did what every good mama does, when teaching something important to her baby; I melted. I took him into my arms and told him it was o.k., he was always and completely loved.
I remember feeling that way about Sherry, but it's like I had her in another lifetime. Maybe it's just what happens when pain is too much.
I moved the cats in with us. Pookie is 19, now, and Mitzi is about 12. That's so odd, to think of Pookie as being old. She's very frail. She's also as light as a feather. Mitzi is also a little lighter. She stays under the bed mostly. I don't know why Ches objects to Mitzi, but he does. He tolerates Pookie, because she scratched him. She wasn't about to let a dog push her around.
SoI am learning to be with my kitties again. I was so scared after I came back from Fla., to get close again. But I lost 2 years with them, and I won't lose anymore.

 
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