Chance, Mr. Romance

How can you not love this face?

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Chance had a very sad, bad, horrible life for his first nine years.  Fortunately he was dumped at a shelter in Florida and his new, wonderful life began.  Chance was fortunate to meet Michael Honer at the shelter and Michael saved his life.  He got him into DARE, a Florida dachshund rescue.  DARE paid for Chance to have back surgery and one of his back legs amputated.  His little ears were all curled up and hard as cement from a severe ear infection.  He lost most of his teeth and his eyes were in bad shape.  He had wonderful caregivers and drivers.  It takes a lot of people to take care of everything required when a dog is in such bad shape.  Money needs to be raised, people have to step forward to drive him to and from appointments and he had foster families that loved him dearly.

Fast forward three years and I saw this angel.  He was at Judy and Tim’s house when we went to visit in Florida.  I still think I was set up, but can’t prove it!  The moment I saw him I said either he’s coming home with me or I’m staying.  I couldn’t bear the thought of not being his mom!  Since he had been in rescue for so long and because DARE knew I already had handicapped dogs, they let me HAVE him!  I hit the jackpot!  A free angel!!!

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We brought him home and he was immediately accepted by our other dogs.  They all seem to know when there is something wrong with another dog and they rally around and act like they’ve been here forever.  It seems like he has always been here though it’s only been about three years.  At this point he has no teeth at all, he’s blind in his right eye from glaucoma and he’s almost lost the sight in his left eye.  He goes to an eye specialist every six months so we can make sure he’s not in any pain.  You may tend to feel sorry for him but you should see him move when he hears that it’s time to eat!  He stands on his arms with his butt in the air while he eats or drinks and usually walks in the same position.  We have ramps around the house and yard and he backs up the ramps.  He is too adorable 🙂

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He loves to travel in the car or his stroller and I have a cuddle sack that I carry him around in when we are at pet expos or on vacation.  He races in special needs races and always brings tears to anyone watching and cheering him on.  He usually stands in one spot until his dad gets in front of him and then he runs to his dad.  His race video is on youtube and our channel is alowridermom if you want to see it.  Get your tissues ready!

He also competed in the Best Nose contest and he won!  He was the fastest at finding the hot dog.  His next trophy was for coming in third in the Crazy Ears contest.  When life gives you lemons, make lemonade!  Those ears came in handy.

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So that’s my baby Chance.  I thank God every day that I met him and that he’s mine.  He can’t see but when he hears my voice he comes running.  I pick him up and he tries to kiss me but can’t control his tongue because he is toothless.  He flings his head around so his tongue hits my face so he can “kiss” me.  It’s the best kiss in the world.

ImageChance sleeping on his brother Butch

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Abbie Marie, we still miss you

Abbie was the cutest little dog.  Her mom was a golden retriever and her dad was a pomeranian.  They belonged to our neighbors and they had such a cute litter of pups that we couldn’t resist her.  My daughter would carry her everywhere she went.  We tried to take Abbie for walks but we would always end up carrying her back home.  She was truly in charge!

When we adopted Abbie we also had a 9 year old border collie named Punkin.  Punkin would tolerate little Abbie but eventually they became true siblings.   Abbie would tag behind her like a little sister and Punkin would cuddle up around Abbie at night.  They really were cute together.  Unfortunately when Punkin was about 13 years old she developed cancer and Abbie would lay by her side on a blanket just to be near her.  When Punkin passed away her little sister was lonesome.  Dogs feel emotion just like we do and it was so sad watching Abbie adjust to being an “only child”.

Punkin

I was watching tv one night and saw dogs on the news from local shelters.  There was a dog named Lucky that looked like a larger version of Punkin.  My daughter and I called and put out names on the list to adopt him.  We didn’t hear anything for a a couple of weeks so we thought someone else had been picked to be Lucky’s new family.  Then we got the call that a lady would bring him to the house to see if we were a good fit!  We were so excited and worried that he wouldn’t like us, but he did.  He came through the door with his guardian, walked up to Abbie’s bowl and started eating and drinking.  Abbie walked right over to him and started kissing him!  I think he reminded her of Punkin, too.

Lucky was renamed Quazimoto and we called him Quazi for short.  Quazi had been found as a stray and had to have one of his eyes removed.  When we would take them for walks Abbie would walk on his sightless side and nudge him to go straight.  She really took care of the big guy.  He weighed about 115 pounds to her 12 yet she was his caretaker.

Abbie and Quazi

For those of us that remember the tv show MY THREE SONS, Abbie looked like a miniature Tramp.    And she was devoted to me.  Abbie never left the yard unless I did.  One day a friend took her for a walk to the neighbors house and she chewed her way thru the leash and came home to sit on the porch because I was in the house.   We would take her swimming in the lake and she was just like a little kid.  It would be time to go home and as we were leaving the beach she would turn around and run right back into the water!  When she was wet she looked like she weighed 3 pounds.  Quazi would walk the beach picking up dead fish and carrying them around.  No water for him!

Quazimoto was with us for 4 years and we found out he had cancer.  The big guy went from just over 100 pounds to 70.  He went to the Bridge and Abbie Marie was alone once again.

The next furry angel to come into our lives was Mindy May.  Mindy May was a 13 year old, one eyed Shih Tzu.  Another one-eyed dog for Abbie!  As with Quazi, Abbie would walk on Mindy’s sightless side and nudge her when we went for walks.  She really was a service dog to these dogs.   Mindy May was diagnosed with canine cognitive disorder (doggie alzheimer’s) and Abbie would help her find her way around the house and yard.  Mindy May passed away at the age of 18.

Abbie lived to be 18 years old.  She had a wonderful life and she brought so much love and joy to ours.  She loved and was loved.  Who can ask for more?

We still miss you, Abbie Marie