About this user
I'm Jennifer born and raised in central Illinois. I'm currently unemployed. I spend my days playing, training also exercising with my dogs not only that I do a lot of internet time on my MAC chit chatting with people who has the same passion that I do. The love for dogs :o)
I also spend a lot of time on Message/Group that dog-related. I've two dogs Johnnie & Frankie below is a biography about them
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xoxo Jennifer, Frankie & Johnnie
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About Johnnie:
After many long months after our two dogs has passed away from an ugly illness, we reached the decision to find a puppy.
We stopped by the Hardware store where they were having adoption day from the shelter. We all knew where the dogs came from, it was called "Waggin' Tails". My two sisters, my brother, and I went in to search for one puppy that my family could agree on. We wanted a puppy that resembles my older sister's dog, who passed away. Her name was Chopper. She was a black and white puppy, a mutt breed (I assumed that she was part Lab and maybe a little pit in her as well).
As we went into the store, we encountered two very cute puppies. One was black and white, and the other was solid black. They were two precious girl puppies, 12 weeks old, and a Beagle/Lab mix. This gal was the most laid-back sweetest puppy we ever had. I'm so fortunate to have found my first love in sight with this puppy.
I have grown to understand what it is like to own a mixed-breed. I am very lucky to have adopted a puppy from a no-kill animal shelter. As the years have gone by with this sweet laid-back gal, she has grown up to be the smartest (yet stubborn) rambunctious wild child!
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About Frankie (this is a dog's point of view)
Here am I. From the day I was born, I did not exactly have a fresh start home life. As many of you may or may not know what a breeding operation is, it is a puppy mill or/and down spiral dog breeding torture.
First of all, let me tell you a little about myself. I was born on February 3, 2005. From the day I opened my eyes, I was scared and insecure. It was everything you can image; it was like living in a solitude dark place and being incarcerated. I was not being able to explore the world and/or be loved by someone.
Someone took a part of me for my three years. I was alone and scared, not ever knowing if someone will save me.
Then on October 20, 2008, I was saved! I was in foster care for 10 weeks before I could even settle down. My first call was someone who wanted to rescue a Miniature Schnauzer.
The very first person came to meet me at a Hardware Store, where the Animal Shelter called "Waggin Tails" had selected as the location for adoption day. When we first met, we instantly fell for one other. This was my perfect pet caretaker to take me home, give me nice warm blankets, and good food!
When I arrived at my new house, I was very frightened of sudden movements. I was disorientated, and scared to be picked up or held. So my caretaker has been taking as long as I need, and has been very patient with me. She speaks to me in a soft voice, and I get treats every day.
Today, it has been 8+ months that I have been living with this very nice person, who has taken me into her arms, care, and heart. Even though I still can get little scared of small movements, every day I'm getting better and better, and more content in learning about my surroundings.
The things I cannot do just yet is walk on tile or floors, and stairs. I think it may be part of the reason is that I have blurry vision. So this nice person is praising me every day with treats and encouragement. Hopefully by the time next year rolls around, I'll be even more of a different dog. I will run, get into things like any normal dog would, and do other things I'd never imagine that I could do.
That's the end of my ranting about who I am and about my past.