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My basic info
Breed
Beagle/Jack Russell Terrier
Color
Red/Golden/Orange/Chestnut - with White
Age
Young
Size
Small 25 lbs (11 kg) or less (when grown)
Weight
–
Sex
Female
Pet ID
–
My details
Good with kids
Good with dogs
Good with cats
Shots current
Spayed / Neutered
Housetrained
My story
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Here's what the humans have to say about me:
Freckles here. What's a cutie like me doing in a shelter? Beats me. Some nice ladies found me running up and down the highway trying to make eye contact through car windows as they speeded by. It worked! They picked me up, and then they made eye contact with Lisa Ramos of C.A.R.E., Inc. She gave me a safe place to live with lots of other dogs. Woooohoooo! It was a blast at first but then I got on the wrong side---make that the underside--- of some big bad dogs who punctured me up like a sieve. Turned out to be the best thing that's happened to me in a long time, because it got me a stint in a foster home with Volunteer Gwen.
I have my own private pen and huge dog house with a cushy pillow. That's where I sleep and eat, but most of the time I'm following Gwen and her husband around their house and yard. I've heard Gwen say that some foster dogs bark and bark when they are put in a pen, and she's glad that I don't. Wow, you have to wonder what kind of life those dogs are used to if they complain about a nice pen. But I like it best when I'm running loose inside her house and yard, makes me feel like family even though we all know I'm not.
I need a good hard run several times a day by myself or with a person or other dogs. It would be difficult to live my life on a leash all the time. These terrier genes make me want to explode into sunbeams and be everywhere at once. But after a few minutes of running like crazy in circles, I can settle down and pay attention. That's why I spend a lot of time playing with Gwen's four big dogs. That's right, I still love playing with the big dogs. I think it's that determinedly joyous terrier side of me that won't let me give up on other dogs even though they've treated me rough. I've also heard that some shelter dogs are afraid of men----not me! Bring 'em on with their boots, sunglasses, caps and beards. That must be the beagle in me. Big men and beagles go back a long way, you know. When you get right down to it, I just like people, period.
Other critters? Gwen has chickens and a cat----evil creatures that I don't trust as far as I could throw them, which isn't far since I'm only about their size. The first time I bristled up at them to protect her, Gwen spoke harshly to me. I can't bear it when a human is disappointed in me so I leave those evil creatures alone. Of course, I still pay attention when that cat pounces unexpectedly into a room. I believe in watching out for my humans. I told Gwen to check the "good with cats" box, even though at this time in my life there should be a "tolerates cats but needs time to make friends" box.
After two weeks of gradually giving me more freedom in the house to see what happens, Gwen has finally checked the "housetrained" box! She now lets me come and go through the open door all day on my own, and I have not had any accidents since my first day when I was confused about my change in circumstances. I also spent an entire night inside with no accidents. Shelter dogs who are forced to relieve themselves in their pens often need some time to overcome that unnatural habit, but it looks like I passed with flying colors.
As for visitors, I just love when company comes, and I do my best to make them feel right at home. However, if there is a prowler outside or an unexpected noise at the door, I give one good bark, maybe two. Then if the humans tell me all is well, I keep quiet but I keep my eyes on the door until I'm sure.
So again, what's a cutie like me doing looking for a home? Just that---looking for a home and family of my own. A shelter is better than the highway. A foster home beats a shelter, hands down. But nothing beats having a family of your own to protect and love.
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