Sophie


Pug
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Home:Auburn, WA  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Nicknames:
Sophie May, Sophinator

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Likes:
snuggling under the covers,playing with her older sister Emma, eating cookies, going by by, swimming in the pool,lots of loves!

Pet-Peeves:
When we leave, when her older sister is grouchy and snarls at her

Favorite Toy:
her older sister Emma (emma is a pug too)

Favorite Food:
Cookies!!!

Favorite Walk:
anywhere we go

Best Tricks:
not quite there yet though she does think she can talk

Arrival Story:
We found a wonderful breeder near where we live and came to know her, loved her pugs. Sophie has the same birthday as our older pug they are exactly one year apart to the day. She was just meant to be part of our family

Bio:
cute cute cute cute!!

Forums Motto:
Super Sophie

I've Been On Dogster Since:
July 27th 2004 More than 10 years!

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Dogster Id:
52281


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George


Boxer
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Home:St. Louis, MO  
Age: 9 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Nicknames:
Georgie Porgie

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
February 13th 2005

Likes:
Playing outside in our big backyard w/his brother Henry, sleeping on a cozy bed and eating

Pet-Peeves:
Having his toenails trimmed

Favorite Toy:
Either his soft plush bone toy, or his tire toy that his Dad gave him for xmas

Favorite Food:
His Royal Canin boxer food

Favorite Walk:
It used to be around Layfayette Square, but then we moved and it is too cold now to try out new walks

Best Tricks:
Shake w/both paws and 'stay'

Arrival Story:
George was actually given to the breeders sister, but she had to give him up to someone else after she could not take care of him and her 2 small children. After the next owner was working too many hours at her job, she offered George to me. I got him Memorial Day weekend in 2005 at 3 months old and almost 30 lbs. It was love at first sight! The rest is history....

I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 11th 2007 More than 7 years!

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Dogster Id:
477674


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n hour and her nose was firmly planted to the ground snuffling away. I knew then that we would foster her. The vets told us that poor Sheeba had one too many litters of puppies. She had lost her home and family yet still had the sweetest temperament.

We told the vet we’d love to foster her and we led her out to the car, she jumped into the car and sat in the driver’s seat with a big goofy grin on her face, tail thumping happily on the seat. I laughed and told her as much as she wants to drive, she’ll have to ride in the back seat. She bounded into the back seat and almost squashed me in the process; my protests didn’t seem to affect her. When we got home I kept her leashed and introduced her to the cats, all though she seemed curious sher didn’t seem aggressive. That was good as that was the thing me and mum agreed on. She MUST get along with the cats. She had clearly been in the fires as her whiskers were singed and she had a mark on her head near her ear from where she scraped it.

The next day I decided I’d give her a bath as she had bits of ash in her coat and she didn’t smell very pleasant. She tolerated her bath, although in the end, I’m not sure who ended up wetter. Once she was dry and brushed her coat was glossy and a striking brindle colour. She paraded around the house with a grin on her face. I took her out for a walk and an off leash Lab ran up to us, it was then that it struck me, was she ok with dogs? Monty always had been so it didn’t occur to me that Sheeba might not like them, sure enough. She didn’t like dogs; she let out a growl and reared up. I had to pull her away. Once we got home, I found out she was in heat as well.

Two days later she had developed a cough, mum and I were scared that it was to do with her lungs from the smoke. We took her up to the vet that afternoon and they gave her antibiotics as it was a minor infection. The vet then told us, they had someone that sounded like Sheeba’s owner on the phone. He said he was missing a dog that was a Staffy cross Ridgeback with the ridge running down her back. I was heartbroken as I’d fallen for Sheeba really quickly and I couldn’t understand why it took him that long to look for Sheeba after the fires. He said he’d come in to identify her in a week.

We turned up at the vets with heavy hearts and we waited an hour and a half, her “owner” never showed up. After about of a month of trying to get in touch with her owner the vets decided to send him a letter saying if he did not contact them in 48 hours they’d assume he surrended her to them. He rung them up and said “of course I want my bloody dog back”, I didn’t want to give Sheeba to a person who spoke of her like that. One of the vets was out our way the day the man was meant to identify her so she took Sheeba up to the vets. The man took one look at Sheeba and said that’s not my dog, Sheeba showed no reaction either. The vets agreed we could adopt her.

It wasn’t all smooth sailing though, although Sheeba was really smart and learnt heaps in the first few months she still had dog aggression issues. After much searching I found a training class that I thought seemed good we signed up to it, we took Sheeba along and they told us that Sheeba had a lack of socialisation as a puppy with other dogs so she doesn’t know how to interact with other dogs. This was all so new, going from a small 8kg (17 lbs) dog that you could scoop up on his off days to a 26kg (57 lbs) dog full of muscle that you have to control. Sheeba was so sweet with people but a nightmare with dogs. I know that if Sheeba had ended up at the RSPCA after the fires they would of put he down, they wouldn’t of given her the chance. After 5 weeks at the training school they suddenly closed and took all our money, mum was hesitant to find another trainer after losing so much money to the training class.

About 3 weeks later we stumbled across a good sounding training class, I sent them an email and they sounded really good. We went to their training class and they seemed better then the other one.

It’s nearly been a year since we’ve had Sheeba, we’ve been taking her to the training class for about 5 months now, and instead of only being able to be 30 meters near a dog we can now get within 5 meters with no reaction. I’ve never wanted to give up on Sheeba and refuse to. That one faithful day, which linked us so many months down the track, has given us the strongest bond.

When I look into her eyes, I see into her soul, not only did we save her but she saved me. She filled the hole that was made when Monty left us. Adopting isn’t just giving a dog a place to love, but a role to play. Sheeba is my constant protector, she shadows me everywhere I go and is always thrilled to see me, we don’t work as two, but as one, our souls entwined, I look up to her happy upbeat personality after all she’s been through. In the dark days her eyes light up her soul and when she smiles, you smile too. When you adopt a dog/pet you don’t just get an animal, you get so much more, you get an animal that have placed their lives in your hands, as you’ve saved theirs.

So remember, when you look into their eyes, don’t just look at their eyes, but look into their souls and they can see ours. On the 7th of February many things were lost, but among all the pain and grief, the best was discovered, a new found strength for those directly affected, and for me, the constant reminder of how resilient animals are.

 

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June 8th 2009 11:32 pm
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Hi guys, well I've decided I shall try to do a daily diary entry, hope you like it and the cats will have one too.

Today is a 10 degree day (50F). I'm a hardy girl though so I don't mind the rain much. My humans are happy for the rain as we've been in drought. I've found things to do to occupy me today from the rain. Ooooo the fun things, I got to sleep and then when my owner came home I got to play in the yard, I wanted to chase Crayons but my meanie owner didn't let me have any fun. She said something about that's not nice for the kitty. Oh well, I greeted her, hi owner! Hi owner, ooooo pet me! Yes that's the spot, oooo I smell something good over there, what? My paws are muddy? I didn't hear you let me jump up and you can repeat that again, oh well sniff sniff is that bread you are throwing for the birds? No no no that's not right, why waste perfectly good bread on birds? Let ME help you with that, mmmmm tastes good. Oooo what's that we are going inside? I can beat you in! Watch me jump up the stairs! I can fly, I really can! You take too long, come on come on, that's better, let me give you a kiss, ooo are we sitting down? Kisses for you, let me clean your face with my tongue. I love you owner.

Woofs and wags Sheeba. ♥ ♥

 

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May 4th 2009 3:37 am
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As you know in February Victoria was hit by the bad bush fires and many perished. Well here is the story of a very lucky survivor.

Two months after Monty was put down we felt it was time to start looking for another dog. We went to an animal shelter and had a look at the dogs, I had a look at a puppy and older Staffy mix, I liked her and we were enquiring when they read that she didn’t like cats, which would be a problem so we couldn’t get her.

The next day I asked Monty to help us find the right dog at the right time. Mum and I were talking about dogs and agreed that a staffy cross would be great for us. Just as mum mentioned the word staffy cross the phone rang, mum answered and it was the vet clinic that had been caring for animals from the fire. (We had put down our name to foster any animals about a week after the fires, we ad thought they didn’t need us as you’d think lots would put down to foster) They asked if we were still interested in fostering a dog, we said of course and they said they had a young staffy cross needing fostering.

We said how that’s great we were interested in getting a staffy, we asked if she got along with cats and they said they weren’t sure but she didn’t seem to mind the cats in the cages when she was walked back to her pen. They said she had been at the clinic for two weeks and no one had claimed her and they felt bad for her being in a pen. We said ok, it’s Worthing taking a look so we drove up to the clinic and on the way the name “Sheeba” came to mind. When we arrived they led us to a medium sized brindle staffy cross in a pen, we thought wow she’s big (Monty was 8kgs and this dog was 24kgs). She was defiantly cute though so they said if we’d like we could take her for a walk, mum suggested I walk her so I held the leash with her pulling on the end, we got out the door and we walked her for a bit, I started calling her Sheeba as I quiet liked the name and she seemed to respond well to it.

When we returned into the clinic we said we would love to foster her, the vets said they reckon her owner died as it had been so long, we happily drove home with her. The next day she was coughing and two days later it got worse and she was in heat so we took her back to the vets, they said they had a man they believed to be her owner on the phone, he described a dog of her age, build, with sagging teats and brindle with a ridge on her back. The vets said she had a few too many litters. The man said he would come in the next week to identify her but it seemed obvious she was his, he never mentioned her name and we took her back home, her cough cleared up in two days and she was well. She didn’t mind our pets and had barely any issues with the cats. I was very fond of her.

Soon enough a week had passed and we went in to see the man; I was feeling sad as I didn’t want to give her up. After 15 minutes the man wasn’t there, Sheeba needed a new collar so we went to look for another in the donation shipping container, after an hour and a half the man still hadn’t sown and he never rung to say he couldn’t come or that he was delayed. We went home.

Time dragged on and we didn’t hear anything from the so called owner. We were getting frustrated as we wanted to desex her and enrol her in training classes. The vets sent a letter to the man saying if he doesn’t reply in two weeks then they take it he’s surrended her, after about three days he rung the vets and said in a drawling voice “of course I want my bloody dog back”. He wanted to go in again on the Monday. It was Sunday evening. I was feeling really sad and in the morning I noticed my bed side lamp was on, it’s a mystery how it came on. On the Monday the vet came and got Sheeba, the, man came and looked at Sheeba then said that isn’t my dog. Sheeba didn’t react either which is strange for her, she loves people including strangers, the vets said because it had bee so long legally Sheeba is ours now. It went from a gruelling time of confusion and despair of fostering to permanent ownership of a wonderful dog. Sheeba is amazingly friendly and overs us in kisses. She is very fortunate to of survived the fires. The vet said not many dogs made it which made it more strange we got to foster her, was it luck? I believe Monty had a part in this all along. Give a dog a chance and foster, you just might end up lucky, be optimistic and good things will come. Fostering and adopting are wonderful.

 
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