Nicknames: My Son, FancyPants, Rothchild, Fortesque, Baby Pie, Walleyed Weasel, Sweety Puss, Poopsie, Sweety Pie, and Pussycat
Birthday: August 12th 2008
Likes: being with daddy
Pet-Peeves: having his tail pulled, daddy's turning over in his sleep, and having to be alone
Favorite Toy: a natural knuckle bone full of marrow and with lots of meat still on it
Favorite Food: He's crazy about Instinct Chicken with Menhaden Fish, salmon and chicken treats, and smoked and cooked BIG beef knuckle bones with lots of meat on them
Favorite Walk: Anywhere Daddy takes him. He loves meeting other dogs and people.
Best Tricks: the 'dazzling Daddy with my stunning intellect, and it's for real too ;P
Arrival Story: I saw a picture of Mormon on the internet. From the first time I saw him, I knew he was for me. After contacting Hope Rescues in Alton, Il. and being approved as a good father for Mormon, I went up one Saturday to pick him up. Cesar Milan says that you shouldn't make eye contact and, being a fan of his, I decided to follow his advice. My brother, Mark, was with me; and after we arrived, Jackie, one of the owners and a very nice lady, showed us both into a caged area while she went after the dog who was, at that time, named Poopsie. When he came in, he immediately ran over to me and began licking my face. It was love at first sight. And it's been that way ever since. Every day, despite the incessant chewing, I just love him more and more. Best decision of my life.
Bio: He's got the whitest teeth and the shiniest coat I've ever seen. Jackie says he's the English lab breed, and as such, will not get as big as the American variety. This guy's built for agility, absolutely beautiful, and extremely intelligent. I feel sure he understands spoken English. He enjoys listening to Homer read to him in the original greek. And his study of latin is coming along nicely. Daddy is designing a keyboard for his computer that will enable Mormon to send out original emails to all his friends. Seriously, the other day, while I worked at the computer with Mormon laying on the floor on my right side, I noticed that the couch had a cushion raised at an angle approximately equal to the height of the large black kong toy he plays with. I'm so used to relating with Mormon in a conversational mode, that I just said, "Mormon, get up and go to the couch and take the kong toy out from under the cushion, push it down and put the kong toy up on top." Well, he got up, went over to my left side where the kong toy actually was, picked it up, carried it over to the couch and while looking at me with the kong toy in his mouth, he pushed the cushion down and put the knog toy on top of the cushion. Then he just walked over to his original spot and curled up with me sitting there with my mouth hanging in awe.. Now before I told you this story, I was kidding about the latin and greek. But, what I've just shared with you is the absolute truth. He's always doing something astounding.
Mormee: Mormon is in training to help me deal with PTSD as my service dog. His presence has already been a real blessing. He understands more than I ever thought possible.
Hardhead: I'm so manipulative. Yes I am ;P It's all because I'm so intelligent. You see, I'm so intelligent because I'm so manipulative. And I'm so manipulative because I'm so hardheaded. Does that make sense?
Mormon: 16 Nov 2009 Well, the day has finally arrived. I'm officially a PSD (that's Psychiatric Service Dog) Daddy says my skills also qualify me as a Medical Alert Dog. Isn't that neat! Wow! I have a bunch of patches to wear on my vest ;P
Boy! Am I excited! Daddy's been sick for months and now, he's all better. I'm so happy for Daddy and me because I get to take long walks with him now. Yipee!!
Daddy is happy too. He so proud of me and loves me very much. He's so good to me. Our vet said that I have ideopathic epilepsy because I had 3 gran mall seizures. He put me on phenobarbitol and said we would be lucky to have only 1 seizure per month. I didn't really know what any of this meant, but I did know that it really upset my Daddy. Daddy took me home and started doing a lot of research on the internet at Johns Hopkins and the Mayo Clinic. He found a lot of research written up regarding epilepsy in humans. One particular paper caught his eye where it was suggested that a gluten sensitivity might cause seizures. He tried to identify as many triggers as possible so he could start testing them on me to see if they might reveal something he could use to help me.
The first thing he did immediately was to take me off of any foods or treats containing grains, and put me on Instinct, their chicken and menhaden fish variety. Amazingly, for five months approximately, I've not had any more seizures. Oh, happy days ;P
He has given me two doses of pheobarb every day; but he gradually reduces the size of the dose every month or so, without bringing on any seizures. Now, he's not advocating or suggesting that anyone else who's doggy has epilepsy do the same thing. He's just sharing what we've been doing.
Another piece of good news is that I'm now officiallly qualified as a Service Dog and a Medical Alert Dog because of the skills I've gained from all of Daddy's training with me. We work every day. Because Daddy is 100% disabled he gets to spend 99.9% of his time with me. He takes me everywhere he goes. I've been into I-hops twice now, for breakfast and lunch, at busy times too. Daddy is proud of me cause I just lay by his feet while he enjoys his meal. I don't bother anybody and everyone is always happy to see us coming into their stores ;P
Well, we've got to go check the mailbox for today's mail; so bye for now. Woof!...Woof! Woof!
Well, yesterday me and Daddy had our first private lesson with Sharon, our trainer. It was great. She is so nice and gives me lots of hugs and kisses, just not when I want them. She makes me work for them. Yeah, and on top of that, she hardly ever gives me any treats. Boy that's diffe3rent. Before I knew it, I was following her all around this big room and she wasn't even pulling on me. I wonder how that happened.
Daddy seemed to know what happened; in fact, he had me doing the same thing. Daddy says it's walking on a loose leash. Whatever it is, Daddy and Sharon really like it and so do I. Daddy and I did it again when we got home and before we went to bed. And today, we've already done it a bunch of times. It's a lot of fun especially because it makes Daddy happy. Oh yeah, they got me sitting down and staying put. Boy! I never used to do that. But Daddy likes it, so I'm okay with it. Daddy says we have to practice it every day.
Daddy made up a bag of treats for me, all kinds of things, even string cheese and cheddar cheese cut up in tiny cubes. I don't mind though cause these new things really taste good.
Daddy and I are getting ready to watch a movie called 'The Day the Earth Stood Still'. It just came out today and Daddy hopes it will be at least as good as the original one It's always so much fun to watch a movie with Daddy cause my daddy makes popcorn and I just love popcorn ;P
It's only 11:08 in the morning, but I just couldn't wait to talk about all the things me and Daddy have been doing! Yesterday, Daddy got me a big knuckle bone. Boy! It really tastes good. I like it a lot better than those plastic bones and toys that I've had to chew on. Daddy says it tastes good because it's the real thing. It has real meat on it and Daddy says the bone marrow is also very good for me. I hope he tells me what bone marrow is. We're going to visit a meat processor tomorrow. It's not too far from where we live and we'll be able to get a really big bone for me. Daddy says I'll love it. I can't wait to get my teeth into it.
Last night, Daddy was tossing and turning a little bit too much to suit me; so, I got up, jumped down off the bed, and went into my crate to sleep. It's nice to have that crate when I want it. Now, if I could just figure out how to get Daddy to go in the crate, I would have that nice big bed all to my self :)