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Hi. My name is Knickers.
You may remember me as
the little black lab cross that came into Prairie
Paws when I was very sick in March of 2008. I was
born in Feb. and when I was 5 weeks old Becky said
she would take me and see if she could make me well.
I owe her a lot because not only did she think I was
worth saving, but she also introduced me to my
forever mom.
My forever Mom met me
when I had only been with Becky one day. She
came and helped put warm packs on my swollen face
and gave me medication with an eye dropper.
When I was about 3 months old she became my foster
mom (Becky and I knew she was going to be my forever
mom, but it took her a long time (6 months) to
realize that I was home to stay). Becky always
said that my foster mom wouldn't let me go after she
had spent so much time and energy on making me well.
That made me feel good!
When my foster mom decided that I was to become a
permanent part of her family, it was a happy day for
me. I have 3 brothers and 1 sister (dogs, and cat)
that welcomed me into their family. I don't
even notice that I am different because my sister
Goldie is a 3 legged Golden retriever, and my
brother Thumper is a 3 legged cat. My scars on
my face and my misshaped eyes just give me character
so mom says.
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In mom's eyes we are
all perfect and she tells us that all the time.
She can't imagine what her home would be like
without me. I am really a sweet boy, I still
want to be a puppy even though I turned one year old
on February 1st of 2009. I weigh 68 pounds,
and I look good.
My mom has told many
people my story and has shown my picture to many
people to let them know that it is all right to be
different from everyone else. Just because you are
different doesn't mean that there is anything wrong
with you. I am one of the most lovable guys
that has ever lived at mom's house. I think I
am her favorite but she won't admit it because mom
says she can't play favorites among us kids.
I have had some medical issues that mom has to
watch: my eyes puff up and matter when the wind
blows (allergies?), my ears get infected, and my
muzzle gets infection in it because not all the hair
comes through like it should. I also drool and
slobber a lot.
Last month I went to the vet to be used as a standby
for a possible blood donor for another dog that was
having surgery. I didn't have to be used, but I am
now listed as a donor so the next time maybe I will
be able to help out a fellow dog. When I was
born I had 3 strikes against me: I was 1) Black; 2) a
Lab; 3) very sick. |
Thanks to some very
special people (Becky, Dr. Looysen, and the girls at
the clinic), Prairie Paws Rescue, TSC staff and my
foster mom, I am now a happy, content and spoiled
rotten 1 1/2 year old "Handsome Boy" (at least that
is what mom calls me).
Prairie Paws is an
excellent organization and I owe my life literally
to them, so saying thank you just doesn't seem like
much. They were so good about taking me to their
Meet and Greet sessions down at TSC, and Brian sure
tried hard to find me a home down there ( I won his
heart too, but he said he couldn't take me home so
he was sure happy when mom decided to keep me).
I still occasionally go to TSC to see what is going
on.
Thank you again to everyone who had a part in
helping me recover from my serious illness and in
not giving up hope when it looked bad. Thank you
especially, Becky, because you put in the most hours
and had me with you when I was the sickest. You were
the one who decided that I should have a chance when
it looked like it might be better to let me go.
I will forever be grateful for that, especially
since I know that you are a terrier person and I am
a far cry from a little dog like that. You just saw
the spark that was buried deep inside my puffed up
eyes. My mom says that you guys are all wonderful
people, and I agree 100%.
Love and slobbery kisses,
KNICKERS |
