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Hi, my name is Buckshot. But most people call me Buck, except my mommy, who calls me Bucky or Buck-a-poo. I am a Carolina dog (American Dingo) but that is the least important thing about me. I live in Williamsburg, Virginia with my mommy, daddy, sissy, two fur sissy's, fur brother, two beak heads and fish. We have a nice little house and a big yard.
I don't remember being born, or if I had brothers and sisters. I don't even remember when my birthday is, but I am sure my mommy will figure something out. My earliest memory is being thrown away to die. I am very lucky that a little boy saw the man throw me away. He picked me up when the man left and took me to his house but his mom would not let him keep me. So the little boy took me for a cary down the street to find someone else who might want me. When he had gone a little ways, he saw a man mowing his lawn. He knew the man had other dogs but stopped to ask him if he would take me just the same. The man felt sorry for me after being told how I was thrown away, and agreed to keep me. Now he is my daddy. Daddy then took me in the house and woke up his wife. He said "Want another dog?" Well I was so scared that she would not want me that I put on my cutest face and kissed her. It must of worked because she is now my mommy. This happened on Labor day, 2007.
I smelled really bad so my mommy washed me up. I liked the nice warm water and it sure felt good to be clean. Then once I was nice and clean my parents noticed how very thin I was. You see, at first I looked like a normal, fat, little puppy but that was only my belly. All the rest of my bones were sticking out and I had very bad diarrhea. I was having a hard time staying awake for any length of time and I was very wobbly when I walked. I was very week and had a hard time even eating food. Well my mommy took me to the doctor and they said I had a very bad case of worms. I was put on special medicine once a day for two weeks, to get rid of the nasties in my tummy. I weighed only 5 pounds when I went to the doctor that first time. The nurses just loved me and they passed the Buck around the whole time I was there. My mommy asked them what kind of dog I was but no one could figure me out.
Three weeks later I went back to the doctors so they could see how I was doing and give me more shots. The shots hurt but I had gained five pounds. I just know I was growing because mommy made sure I had good food and lots of love and kisses. I can't figure it out but she has this thing for puppy breath. Besides growing I was changing in other ways too. The black stripe down my back was going away and I was having a hard time keeping my ears up all the time. I also had energy to spare and my fur sissy's played with me all I wanted. Lilly, my Lab sissy played with me a little but Abigail, my hound sissy played with me all the time. She was still a puppy herself and Lilly did not play with her. Lilly wanted to, but I think Abby was afraid of her. I was more her size. I hurt my mommy once when I was little too. I had these very sharp puppy teeth and I put a hole through her nose. She could not stay mad at me for long because she knew I did not mean it. That, and I can really turn on the cutness factor.
I was really on my way. I was growing, the kibble bowl was never empty and I was learning how to do my business outside. Mommy liked to take me outside because all she had to do was put me down on the ground and I would stay very close to her and pottie. I still had accidents in the house but mommy never got mad at me for that. Now when I ate one of daddy's socks she got a little mad, but hey, I am a puppy. But back to the story. After a while I discovered where my big fur brother was tied up and playing with him was more fun then going potty. Mommy and daddy decided that I was big enough to be put on a leash to go potty, and my wild romp around the back yard was over. I did not like the leash much and one day was really bad. I just would not go. My daddy had to get ready for work and tied my leash outside so I could go potty and he could get ready for work. I was not out two minutes when my sissy came out to get on her bus for school. I did not know the leash was around my leg when I jumped at my sissy. I cried but sissy didn't see me. She was running late and did not want to miss her bus. Two minutes later when my daddy came back out to get me I was laying on my side. He knew something was wrong when I cried out when trying to get up and limped. He carefully put me in my crate and went to work long enough to let his boss know he had to come home and take me to the doctor. About the time he got home from work my mommy got home from her work. She is a nurse and works the graveyard shift. She was a little confused when as soon as she pulled into the drive daddy was right behind her. As soon as he got out of his truck he told mommy that I was hurt. They came in to the house, opened my crate and called to me. Again I cried when I tried to get up. Mommy was very sad and called to see when the doctor opened. She got a hold of their answering service who told her when they opened. Since it was in a little while they loaded me up in the truck and off we went. My mommy was very sad and my daddy kept saying to my mommy that it was his fault. Mommy and I both know that it wasn't. It was just one of them things. Mommy carried me inside the doctors and because I did not have an appointment, had to wait. The nurse said that mommy and daddy could just leave me there with them till later on that afternoon, when they had an open spot. But mommy would not leave me there, in pain, crying, with strangers. So mommy and daddy sat there, waiting. About that time one of the doctors heard me crying. She told the ladies at the desk to show me to a room in the back. My mommy tried to comfort me the whole time we were in the back room. I was glad that she was there with me but I hurt so bad. The doctor took a picture of my leg and saw that it was broke. It was broke bad, at the growth plate, at the shoulder.
When my mommy and daddy heard that, they were sad. My mommy was afraid that they would have to put me to sleep. And I don't think it was the good kind of sleep either. The doctor told my parents that the break was so bad that she could not fix it. My mommy asked if they would take my arm off then. Now would'nt I look funny with only three legs? But the doctor said that she would call the emergency doctor in the area. When they found out that the local emergency doctor could not help me this week, they called the emergency doctor up in Richmond, an hour drive away. The Richmond doctor could take me so my parents made the drive. I lay in my mommy's lap the entire ride. When we got there they took me in right away, but they would not let mommy stay which made her sad. I think she would have slept on the floor to be there for me. While my parents were driving home they put me to sleep so that they could take better pictures of my arm. I was then fixed and pictures were taken again. By four that afternoon I was put back together again and was taking medicine for the pain. I have a really cool scar on my shoulder and three pins in my arm. I had to stay in Richmond all that night. I was really scared and the people there were nice, but I wanted my mommy. The next evening after daddy got off from work, mommy, daddy and sissy made the drive up to get me. I was so glad to see them. Mommy said that I cost a lot of money to have put back together, but that I was worth every penny!
That all happened at the end of November, 2007. Since that time I have gotten 100% better. My family still takes me out to go pottie on a leash but never leave me alone. Besides, they don't have too. I go right away. My parents plan on getting the fence fixed soon and then I will be able to play outside. From what I understand, there was a bad storm before I was born which blew over some of our trees, which broke our fence. I can't wait till my fur siblings and I can run around our huge yard. In March, 2008, Abby and I were fixed. I didn't know I was broken again but mommy said it was for the best. She didn't want me to learn bad habbit's like Gunner, my older fur brother has. That bothered me a little but again, that would bother anyone. Now my life as a hunting dog is complete. I hunt the best spot on the couch, or mommy's lap. My very favorite hunting spot is my parents bed. I also love the water. So much that I would jump in the tub any time someone took a bath or shower. I got a little upset when my mommy started putting a baby gate across the bathroom door, but I still get my tub time. My family adores me. I get lots of cookies and every day I get my own chew-chew. I know just where the cookies are kept too. If someone is even close to the cookie jar, I ask for one or two or three. Sometimes I get one too. I get all the ice cubes I can eat along with my fur sissy Lilly. My mommy and sissy love to make up songs and sing to me. They don't sing very well but I love it just the same. I don't spend as much time in my crate these days. Since I don't pottie in the house anymore I get to sleep with either daddy or sissy at night and with mommy during the day. I really love my parents bed. They have a fan at the foot of the bed and the breeze feels wonderful. Mommy and sissy take me for walks and sometimes they fight over who takes me out to pottie. Mommy usually wins that fight because she feels that it is bonding time. I love my family but I love mommy the best. I am not sure what she means but she feels I have saved her in some way. I think she saved me. So I let her know how much I love her every day and that I am so glad that I am part of the family.
This is my story so far. My mommy will type more for me if I ask her. I just am not very good at spelling or typing.
If you like, here are some more pictures of me. Hope you enjoy them.
Buckshot