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Life: 1996 - Feburary 1st, 2013

How I came to be in my home:
I was either lost or abandoned at a young age. In April 1997, when I was approximately 8 months old, I was lying in a ditch when a school bus driver saw me. I wasn't moving around, so she became worried. When the next driver passed by and I was still there, they radioed in to the dispatcher to check on me. The dispatcher came, bundled me up and took me to the local animal clinic. Boy was I a mess! My skin was red, raw and flaky from being exposed to the weather, and my fur was nothing but tangles. I had several scrapes, and was sore all over. The vet was afraid I had been hit by a car - but thankfully I had no broken bones, and was just "road weary" and hurting because of my poor skin condition. Luckily for me, one of the vet techs is a Keeshond lover and owner. Her name is Toby Kegley (my guardian angel) and since I appeared to be at least part Keeshond, she immediately contacted someone from the Keeshond Rescue Railroad. After several phone calls, it was determined that the nearest member of the group lived right in the neighborhood. This rescue worker came to evaluate me the same day. I was a pathetic mess, but I tried my best to kiss her face and scamper around a bit. She fell in love with me at first sight. She and Toby discussed my condition and what treatment I needed. As it turns out, I was at the clinic for about 10 day being poked, prodded, X-rayed, bathed, etc. The rescue worker told Toby that as soon as I was fit to leave the clinic, she would find a good home for me. I now call that rescue worker MOM!!! She kept her promise - I do have a good home. :) Toby still calls and checks on me, and she and Mom have become good friends.

Likes: Walks
Cuddling in bed between mom and dad.
Drinking out of glasses.
Dragging my toys into every room of the house, that way I'm never far from one of them.

Dislikes: Getting shot with water from the squirt gun when I'm doing something I shouldn't.
Other dogs that I can see but not meet.
My sister Angel playing with any toy that I want to play with.

Best Story:
On the 2nd day that I was at my new home, dad took me on a walk around our block - to show me the neighborhood. I was used to being an outside puppy and challenging any other dog that crossed my path. So naturally when we turned the corner and came face-to-face with a Rottweiler, I tried to charge. I don't know who was more surprised: the Rottweiler, the Rottweiler's owner, or dad. He picked me up and high-tailed it out of there before I became dinner and he became dessert. I may be small, but I know no fear!

At my post, looking out the front window


Here I am resting in my bed.   It's one of my rare moments of quiet... they don't call me "Turbo Kirbo" for nothing!


My Halloween costume...
Do I look tough in my jean jacket, or what?
I'm bad to the (milk)bone!

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Music: God Help the Outcasts (from Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame)