Nicknames: Daddy's Big Boy, Big Brat Dog, Conner Boy Doggie Dynamics:
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sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
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anxious
calm
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Quick Bio:
-mutt
-dog rescue
Likes: To be close to us and be loved, belly rubs, and big hugs & kissies Pet-Peeves: To have his toenails clipped and is afraid of thunder. Favorite Toy: Tennis balls and squeaky teddy bears Favorite Food: ANYTHING! Favorite Walk: Wherever we are is where he wants to be Best Tricks: Giving big wet kisses! Arrival Story: Conner was found alone and half starved to death on the side of a road. My husband asked a lady in a neighboring house if he belonged to anyone and she said she'd seen someone push him out of a car a few weeks earlier and speed away and that he had been there every since. We immediately took him to the vet for shots and neutering. It was discovered that he had heartworms as well. We had him treated and in time he made a full recovery. It was apparent that he had been abused in the past but it did not ruin his love and trust in people. It was apparant that Conner lived outdoors on a chain. When he was found, his collar was so tight around his neck, it was surprising that it wasn't embedded. He also had a piece of rope tied to his collar. From day one we allowed him to live indoors even though we thought we would have our work cut out house training him. We need not have worried. From day one, Conner has NEVER messed inside the house. He is the sweetest, most lovable and gentle dog we have ever had the honor of knowing. He thinks he's a lap dog and he doesn't realize that he weighs 80 pounds! :-) He loves his mommy but he's definately a daddy's boy :-) We would love to thank the idiot who threw him away because Conner has brought us more love and happiness than we can measure. It really is true what they say......"one man's trash is another man's treasure." That's what Conner is to us......a TREASURE. Bio: August 19, 1998 - March 29, 2010
It is with great sadness that we had to put our beloved Conner Boy to sleep on March 28, 2010. He was fine the day before. When we woke up on Monday morning, Conner was very lethargic and seemed to be breathing heavy. We called the vet and thankfully got a morning appointment. We immediately took him in. He slowly walked to and stepped on the weighing scale and then once in the examining room he laid on the floor and refused to stand. The vet and a tech rolled him over and placed a blanket under him and began IV fluids. The vet was having a hard time hearing his heart so she asked to keep him most of the day to monitor him and run some blood work and xrays. That afternoon she called and said we could come pick him up. The xrays revealed a slightly enlarged heart as well as some fluid in one lung and around his heart. She gave him a diuretic and heart medication and referred us to a cardiologist. We had an appointment for the following morning. Conner seemed to perk up momentarily when I approached his cage and said, "Conner, Mommy's here." I walked him outside to pee while his daddy paid the bill. After he pee'd he laid on the ground and appeared unable to stand again. I questioned whether it was a good idea to take him home but the vet said he would be better at home where we could monitor him, whereas, if he became distressed in the middle of the night there would be no one to tend to him in the clinic but at home, we could take him to the ER. That made sense and I had decided that I would sleep on the floor with him that night. We carried and placed him in the back of the Xterra and drove home. When we arrived home to unload him his breathing had become so labored that his tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth and he was unresponsive. I jumped in the back with him and we rushed back to the clinic where we made the painful decision to say goodbye to him. Conner was such a gentle soul who loved everyone and was loved by all he came in contact with. He left a gaping hole in our hearts and home. He is tremendously missed. Forums Motto: Tub of Love The Groups I'm In: Jacking Jacks, Pawsome Pages, The Power of a Purr and Prayer.
Adoption. What a wonderful thing to so many without a loving home or family. This is MY story:
One summer day in 2001, as I was sitting on the side of a road all alone, a cop car pulled off the road and called me to the window. I jumped up and put my front paws on the door and the nice cop patted my head and he offered me half of his lunch, which I hungrily gobbled up. The nice cop patted my head and said he had to get back to work. He drove away. I guess he thought that I belonged to someone since I was wearing a collar.
About a week and a half went by and the same cop drove by AGAIN! He saw me sitting all alone in the same spot he'd seen me before. Once again, he pulled off the road and I went and greeted him and again, he fed me half of his lunch. YUM!!!! Then he saw a lady across the street at a nearby house and he walked over to ask her if I belonged to anyone in the area. The lady told him that two weeks earlier she has observed someone throw me out of a car and speed away and that I had been there ever since.
The cop thanked the lady for the information and then he got back into his patrol car and he pulled out his cellphone and made a phone call. I was standing by the car door wagging my tail because I just felt it in my bones that something 'good' was about to happen!!!
I sat quietly and listened. I heard the cop say to whoever was on the other end of the phone: "Do you remember that dog I told you about last week? Well, he's still here and he's all skin and bones and starving to death! A lady told me that someone threw him out of a car two weeks ago." There was a pause and then the cop said, "Really! Oh baby! Thank you, I love you!!" The cop got out of his car and opened the back door and he didn't have to tell me twice to get inside!! I don't know who was happier....me OR him?
I was taken to his home, which also turned out to be MY new home!!! Once there, I was taken to the backyard where I was introduced to my new little sister Kaci, who at the time was an 8 month old Jack Russell terrier. She and I hit it off immediately and became inseparable! I was given fresh food and water. A short time lady a nice lady, who I learned is the one the cop called, arrived home. She came in the backyard and in the most gentle voice, she said, "awwwww.....poor thing." It was obvious that she was shocked to see that I was worse off than she expected when she saw that I REALLY was just skin and bones. She bent down and patted me and again in the most gentle voice she said, "you poor thing, don't worry, no one will ever hurt you again, we're your new mommy and daddy and we'll love you furrever." I licked her face and she started crying. She told daddy to go get some doggy shampoo and towel from inside the house and together they gave me a much needed bath. Mommy put a leash on me and took me inside to introduce me to some other family members I had not met yet.....THREE CATS....Cole, Kayleigh & Kassidy. Mommy was so impressed that I was very calm around them and did not attempt to chase them or anything. Then I heard her tell daddy that the next day I would have to go to a "vet" for "neutering" and "shots" (gulp!).
The very next morning, they loaded me into the SUV and with daddy driving and mommy sitting in the back with me, we went to the 'vet'. It was determined that I had heartworms and would need expensive treatment. Daddy and mommy told the vet to do whatever it took to make me healthy again and they mentioned 'neutering' again (gulp!). I had to stay overnight because of the neutering and the following week, my heartworm treatments began. I was very sick in the beginning, but after a few months, the worms were gone and I slowly started gaining weight. At that time I weighed only 38 pounds and today I am an 80 pound lap dog!!
Mommy and daddy think that I was most likely kept chained outside, because attached to my too tight, ratty collar I was found wearing, there was a broken piece of rope tied to it. Also, I am deathly afraid of thunder and I hate rain. Mommy also thinks I was kicked a time or two (maybe more often) because it has only been over the last two years that she can rub her feet on my back, without causing me to flinch in fear, when I lay near her on the floor. Although I look cautiously at her feet as she rubs them gentle on me, I trust that she will not hurt me and I no longer jump up when human feet come in contact with my body.
I was found 7 years ago and to this day both mommy & daddy look into my eyes on a regular basis and tells me how much they love me and how happy they are that I came into their lives. So often mommy tells daddy she would like to thank the %$#^&& that threw me out of a car because I've brought them more love and happiness than they can measure.
It's true what they say...... One man's trash IS another man's treasure!
I know that I was one of the lucky ones and I wish that every homeless animal could be as lucky as I was and find a furrever home.
That's MY story. It started out a little sad but like a fairy tail....I am now living happily ever after!
What a surprise I had this morning when I checked my pawmail!! I was chosen as the August 2007 Jacking Jack Member of the month!! This is great since August is also my birthday and I have to admit this may be the best birthday gift I receive yet!!
Mommy and daddy noticed that we had a mouse or mice in the house. Mommy said, "How can we have a mouse in the house with THREE cats and a Jack Russell?" First mommy bought a humane mouse trap, but the mouse would not go into it. Then mommy was cleaning house and when she removed the couch cushions to vacuum, she noticed that it was full of mouse poop and they chewed a hole in one of the cushions. Mommy then said, "Kaci Lynn & Conner! You are slacking off!! You are letting a mouse live right under your nose!"
The next day mommy and daddy went to the feed store and bought some mouse bait. She made sure to hide it real good in small spaces that me, Kaci or the cats cannot reach.
Two days ago, mommy went to work and when she came home, she walked through the living room and saw a 'thing' in the middle of my bed. At first she thought that maybe my cat brother Cole had pooped on my bed because he got mad about something (he's been known to do that as revenge). So mommy turned the ceiling fan light on and it was a dead......MOUSE! The mouse was laying in the middle of a big wet spot and there was some clear throw up beside the bed too.
Mommy became panicked and ran to the computer to look up the active ingredient in the mouse poyzin, and found that the internet was down. She ran to the phone to call the vet and the phone was dead.
Turns out that our cable company (Time Warner) had recently changed to Comcast and they messed something up and the entire Houston area was without internet and digital phone service on this day. But.....thank goodness for cell phones! Mommy looked up the feed store phone number in a big book with yellow pages. She called them and asked them to read her the active ingredient in the mouse poison she had bought from them. They said it Broma-something-or-other. Then mommy called the vet who told her to call poison control. Mommy had a fridge magent with the number to animal poison control on it, but remembered hearing that it is a $40 charge if you call them. Right below their number on the magnet was a hand written phone number with the word "free" beside it. Mommy must have found that number on the internet a long time ago and wrote it down. So she called the free number and it was a recording saying if this is an emergency call your vet (funny she just called the vet and they said to call poison control) or if you are calling during business hours please call.... mommy wrote down the phone number they gave and dialed it immediately.
A man answered the phone and said, "Kansas State University." Mommy hesitated and then said, "I was trying to reach animal poison control". he asked, "What is the nature of your call?" Mommy briefly explained about the mouse poison and coming home from work and finding a dead mouse and not knowing if either me or Kaci had chewed it and become poisoned ourselves." He told mommy to hold and he would transfer her to "toxicology". Then a man named Dr. Oehme came on the phone and mommy explained the situation to him too and told him what the active ingredient was. He told mommy that ingredient is an anti-coagulant which prevents blood clotting and that a dog would have to totally consume 5 dead poyzind mice to become poisoned himself. Mommy was crying now and she said, "So my dog won't die?" he said "NO". Mommy said, "but he threw up clear stuff." He said, "Your dog threw up because they are not used to eating dead animals (he obviously does not know US!)."
He instructed mommy to watch me and Kaci for an hour and if neither of us threw up anymore, she was to give me 2 cups of milk (cause I'm BIG) and give Kaci 1 cup of milk to coat our stomachs. Then he said an hour after that she should feed us.
Neither of us threw up anymore and then mommy gave us each a bowl of soymilk.....it was YUMMY!!!! I never had milk before but we really liked it a lot.
The good doctor was right.....me and Kaci are still alive and kicking!!
