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Dakota gets his 3rd chance at age 9

i was good!


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hey guess what? this time it was not my fawlt! momma even sed so! she took me to the male box. i even had my leesh on this time. on the way back there was this little dog that i did not know. the little dog was a bitchin frisbee. that is what my pop calls it. momma sed oh no do not say that. it is a bichon frisee. she spelld it for me. anyway, the bitchin frisbee tried to jump on me. it made ugly face at me and ugly noise. i was good. i backed up. i thought she was a ugly dog. i don’t want to be her fren now. there. i’m done.


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“i was good!”

  1. July 14th, 2012 at 6:22 pm      Reply kviz Says:

    OMG…A “bitchin frisbee”???


    My mom just peed on the rug.

    BAD MOM, BAD MOM!!!!!!

  2. July 14th, 2012 at 6:30 pm      Reply riosmom Says:

    I’m with you, Evelyn. I don’t like that bitchin frisbee, either… Hope you got lotsa cookies for being such a good girl.

    Rio’s momma, Micki

  3. July 14th, 2012 at 7:41 pm      Reply AngelAbbysMom Says:

    Our beagle, Bailey, HATED bitchin’ frisbees. (My hubby calls them bitchin’ fries). She used to try to eat the one that lived by us.

    You know what they say… the little ones learn their prejudices from their parents….

    • July 14th, 2012 at 8:13 pm      Reply evelyn Says:

      i like all them dogs. my momma does too. pop only made fun cuz i did not do nothin to deserve the growly stuff. she tried to jump on me and eat me. i was bery supprized. if she sez sorry i will be her fren.

  4. July 14th, 2012 at 7:48 pm      Reply Butchey Says:

    Lola doesn’t trust them either. Too white and too fluffy.

    Bitchin frisbees!

    • July 14th, 2012 at 8:13 pm      Reply evelyn Says:

      i want a pology from this girl dog. then maybe i will trust her. what does butchey say? he is a smart guy.

  5. July 15th, 2012 at 5:14 am      Reply chilidawg Says:

    Mom just spit her water, “bitchen frisbees”! Too funny! That was good to watch from above 🙂

    Spirit Chili Dawg

  6. July 15th, 2012 at 7:52 am      Reply lupedog28 Says:

    “Bitchen Frisbees?” I just heard my mommy laugh! She hasn’t laughed that hard in the last month except over text from dog…thanks for letting me hear that again.

    White fluffy dogs always annoyed me, ‘specially my grandpa’s 2 malteses Chelsea and Booger (whose real name is Sugar but I thought she was stinky). Don’t trust white fluffy, froo-froo dogs unless they share their toys and yummies with you!!!

    -Angel Lupe

  7. July 15th, 2012 at 9:11 pm      Reply princess Says:

    Wee on all her plants and poop in the middle of her yard. That is definitely the way to go!

    Spirit Magnum

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What came before

Dakota is our Golden Retriever mix, and he was likely born in February 2002. His full name is South Dakota Watson, and we found him on Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota in August 2002. The area we discovered him had no homes, no structures, no bodies of water, no shelter. He had his permanent teeth but was still a puppy, so we assumed 6 months was a reasonable age guesstimate. He weighed 12 pounds, which was grossly underweight. Two weeks later, he weighed 23 pounds. He was too weak to eat much so we fed him 6 times a day. Sometimes he would just collapse at his food dish and fall down, and I would have to feed him by hand.

I wish Dakota could write this page because he is the only one who knows the beginning. From his birth until the day we found him, we have no idea what he endured. Well, that’s not entirely true. We know some of it, and other bits we can infer from his behavior. For instance, we know for a fact that Dakota was suffering from malnutrition, sarcoptic mange, assorted internal parasites, flea anemia, dehydration and dental enamel hypoplasia (pitting and staining of the teeth commonly resulting from distemper as a puppy before the teeth emerge). We can infer that Dakota had distemper from the hypoplasia. We can infer that he was deliberately dumped. And we can infer that a man in a baseball cap wearing sunglasses hit him with some kind of stick and chased him off with a hose. Dakota has problems with all of those things.

Dakota has every reason in the world to hate people, but he doesn’t. He’s very mistrustful of strangers, but he is beyond loyal to his family. Once he meets someone and gets the ok from us, he opens his heart to them, too. He is very attached to me, probably because he was isolated (due to the mange) for the first 11 weeks we had him. He had nice digs set up for him in our house, but he could only look at our other 2 dogs and not touch them. I was the one providing all his care during that time, as we found out the hard way that mange can be transfered to humans. To protect our young son, no one but me played with Dakota during those 11 weeks.

Because we feel pretty sure that Dakota survived distemper, and he survived being abandoned, surviving cancer should be no biggie for him.

We know Dakota’s cancer is not an osteosarcoma, and his chest films were clear, one month apart. We are very optimistic about his long-term prognosis in light of those facts. Hopefully we have several more years with him and he will grow old with us, just as he should.

Right after we got home with Dakota, all 12 pounds of him.

Eyes swollen shut, ragged ears, and just as calm as could be.