Here we are when our Mama adopted us. My doggy mama Blaze (on the left) was 9 & I was only 3! That was almost 11 years ago. Our Uncle gave us a lil fur cut before he brought us to our new home so I look VERY shiny!
The story is that our original Daddy adopted Blaze when she was a puppy and he loved her very much. We don't know how it happened, but somehow a boy doggy got into his yard and then, THERE I WAS (along with 6 brothers & sisters). Luckily, he found good furrever homes for all the puppies, but he kept me 'cause I looked so much like my DoggyMama. Daddy, Blaze and I lived happily in a house near the beach until I was about 3 years old. Sometimes a really nice lady & friend of our Daddy would visit us and she would play ball with us. (Our favorite game). Then one day our Daddy got sick. We didn't know what was happening, but lots of people came to visit and Daddy spent lots of time in his bed. Everybody was talking but nobody was smiling. We kept hearing a word, Cancer, but we didn't know what it meant. The nice lady came and petted us, but she looked sad. Next thing we knew there were some sirens and our Daddy was gone. Nice neighbors & our Uncle came to feed us and play with us a little. Everybody had leaky eyes. We were both sad, we missed our Daddy and we didn't know what was going to happen to us.
Well, our Uncle came one day very soon after Daddy was gone and he gathered up all our toys and took us for a ride in his car. First we went to get all washed & clipped and then the most amazing thing happened. He took us to a new house, with a yard and guess who we saw waiting for us? Yup, it was the nice lady that used to visit us and play ball with us. We were so happy to see her that we both jumped up on her and licked her face. She told us that she loved us very much and that she was our new Mommy!
To be continued......
WELCOME TO OUR BLOG
WELCOME TO OUR BLOG
We are the Rubinoff FurKids, Pixel, Otis and #AngelJinny. We will be telling stories of our lives and our family plus adding our opinions on some stuff. Since I (#AngelJinny) am still the boss of our little pack, I usually have more to say. Mom and Dad will be referred to as "M" and "D", and I will be "Jinny". We hope you will be entertained.
- Pixel, Otis and #AngelJinny
- los angeles, California, United States
- ABOUT US: JINNY: I was a 16 yr old girl doggy who was rescued by my Mom when my orig Daddy passed away. I was a cocker/lab/chow mix who was the alpha doggy of the family. I went Over The Rainbow Bridge May 16, 2012. My Mama loved me very much. PIXEL: I'm a 9 year old girl lab doggy. My Daddy got me from a nice lady who breeds labby dogs. I'm kinda timid and I LOVE my toys. My favorite hobby is jumping on new people I meet. OTIS: My #AngelJinny sent me to my new furever home from Bichons & Buddies Rescue. I'm a young Poodle mix boy and love to Play, Play and More Play! You can e-mail us at: firstname.lastname@example.org We'd love to read your comments here or by e-mail.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
I made it! I'm 14! Last summer when I was so sick Mom wasn't sure I'd still be here, but here I am, still prancing around and being the boss of everybody. Here's what happened: One day I woke up and would not eat. - Me who will eat anything, anytime, anywhere refusing to eat! I also would not move much. Mama was very worried and took me to the vet. He did lots of tests. Days passed and I was not better. Finally the vet said I had to go to hospital. They did an MRI (whatever that is) and said I had a BURST GALL BLADDER! M & D asked the vet if they could save me. The vet said that at my age, there was a 20% chance I would not even survive the surgery. If I did survive that, tho, I had a good chance of getting better. He said if I didn't have the surgery, I'd be gone. Mama was crying, but they told the surgeon to go ahead and try. She held my head and looked me straight in the eyes and told me that I had to come back to her. I understood. Then they left me there and a nice lady walked me to a little spot they had for me with a bed and a bowl of water. Next thing I knew, they took me into another room with lots of lights and doctory looking stuff & they shaved my tummy and my paw & put something there & then I fell asleep.
When I woke up oh my did my tummy hurt. Yikes! But the nurses were very nice to me and gave me some pills to feel better. Usually I don't like pills, but I didn't care, I just wanted to feel better. I slept for a while and then they took me into a room and there were Mama & Daddy! Oh I was happy to see them, but I still hurt alot. It was hard to settle down so they could pet me. I had some rubber thing attached to my tummy and tubes still in my paw. Mama was crying again and I wanted to tell her "See, I made it Mama". They both left after a little while and I went back and slept some more. By the next day I felt a little better but I still wouldn't eat. M & D came twice that day & gave me lots of love and tried to feed me. M & D were still coming twice a day 2 see me & talk to me and finally after a few more days I got hungry and started eating. Then the vet took all the tubes out, put a big cone on my head and sent me home. Boy, was I happy to be home again. , Mama was still worried about me and she told me that I couldn't see Pixel for a while because she's so big she might accidentally hurt my sore tummy. So, there I was spending what felt like forever by myself in the laundry room with that big cone on my head and stitches in my tummy. I barked and barked & Mama had to come and sit with me. She told me that all my furriends on twitter were sending their love and healing prayers for me. Some pals were even planning a caper to rescue me from the laundry room! That made me laugh.
Finally they took me back to the hospital, I got my stitches out and I WAS FREE! Free to play with Pixel again, free to go on walkies and free from that humiliating CONE!So after that, I think I love M & D even more. They spoil me now and I get special attention all the time. The thing is, whenever Mom reads about one of my anipals on twitter becoming ill or crossing the RB, she gets an extra little stab in her tummy, knowing that she came so close to losing me.