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David Long
PETS - Part 2
This is Phoebe Magee - our current 4-legged family member. She is my constant companion. I bought her from a breeder when she was 8 weeks old. They had 3 puppies left, 2 males and Phoebe. I reported the breeder to the local ASPCA for the conditions the mother and puppies were living in. The mother was in a 4' - 8' open pen except for a small dog house. Everything including the puppies was exposed to the elements. This was in a snowing December. The 3 puppies were running loose as this was a farm in the middle of the sticks. The puppies were fed by having a 50lb bag of Purina Puppy Chow split open on the concrete slab that was their patio and their water was snow runoff. I would have taken all 3 pups if we had room. She's pretty smart and was house trained in less than 2 weeks. She's had one accident when she was on a steroid and it was right by the back door - our bad for not paying attention when she wanted to go out. She can be stubborn as a mule and has selective hearing. You can probably tell that I really case about her.
This is my granddog Isis. One of the really sweet and caring dogs with a great sense of how you're feeling and would always try to snuggle when it was a rough day. I watched her every day when our daughter was teaching. Isis was a rescue dog that someone dropped off in a Walmart parking lot in western Colorado. Erin rescued her when she was living there.
This is Teddy Bear. Teddy loved 4 people - Chloe & Wyatt (our daughter and son-in-law) and Dorothy and me. He did not like anyone else. Period. He was a rescue dog from PAWS and really shouldn't have been put in the rescue looking for a home category. Teddy was a street dog taken on the Chicago streets. He had been abused before being dumped and had lived off what he could find on the streets. A week after being adopted he needed major emergency surgery because a bowel obstruction that turned out to be a baby bottle nipple he had swallowed. The end of what would be a very long story about the trials and tribulations of keeping Teddy ended after he bit 2 people, one our favorite oldest daughter (hospital with 5 or 6 stitches in her foot) and the second our daughter's neighbor when Dorothy and I were watching Teddy. Teddy bit the neighbor who just happened to be a personal injury attorney. No real problem there, but that was the end of a long saga. After 2 years he was returned to PAWS who after 30 days of trying to work with him determined that anytime he became frightened he became aggressive and there were too many things that caused that behavior and he had to be put down. As you can tell, he was my buddy.
I forgot to mention that Teddy was a 60lb lap dog.
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I've already showed you Maggie, the Dachshund I have now. This is the 2nd Doxie we had. His name was Homer J Stubwaddle. We called him Homer or Homey Joe. .
This is the 1st Dachshund we had. His name was JS'S Monkey Shines. We called him Monkey. .jpg)
