I sure sleep alot! But when i'm awake I'm on the go! I wanna chew, run, chase...ya know, typical pup! Mum got me a liitle over 2 weeks ago and ive already got her twisted around my little paw!

Mum adopted me when i was nearly a year old. Two vets had found me on the side of the road in a reserve with my leg run-over when I was still little. They took me home and mended me, but after a few months they had to move and couldn't bring me with them. So here I am! As happy as can be! I have my very own pet bunny, his name is Raine. Mum really dosen't like him (o.k...she really does love him, he's just annoying). Mum got him as an inside rabbit and we bonded in the first five minutes! But now that he is older he is starting to bully me and my little (big) brother! So mum is going to get him neutered and see that fixes the problem!

Mum adopted me when I was 3 months and a week old! on the fourth day at my new home, we were out for a walk, and I fell over and started to cry a very sad cry...I started ´twitching out´ and mum immediatley scooped me into her arms and headed for home. Then she felt something warm sliding down her leg. Yes, I messed on mum :( Wasn´t my fault though, mum later reilized after rushing to the vets, I was having a seizure! The vet said she´d never heard of a puppy this young having a seizure before! Mum was informed that I had a very horrible (and most likely fatal) virus, that I had picked up beofre ariving at the shelter and having my shots! Well, mum wouldn´t stand for this! Despite my on going seizures, and everyone else assuring her I was done for, and encouraging her to send me back to the shelter (where I wouldn´t get the proper medical care I needed) mum kept going, tending to my every need, 24/7. Then finally, due to all of mum´s efforts (and prayers) I got better!! I was as good as new, and after a few days of being better my sight came back! And I wasn´t all of balance! Months went by, and I was all good to go! Then came christmas day, when santa paws visited me, and brought me lots of toys and yummy food! Later on in the day, mum took me and Cracker for a walk, along with mum´s nephews Kai and Kael. When we decided to head back for a nice cup of hot cocoa, the boys protested, but after awhile were pressuaded to go back (more like bribed). Walking up our driveway, I spotted one of my boxer buddies across the road, even though I knew I wasn´t aloud to run off when I was off my leash, I figured mum wouldn´t mind if I ran over to say merry christmas. I leapt across the road, but in mid-air, was struck by a car! I cried out, and pulled my body to the side of the road. I tried to breathe, but I began to feel like I was drownding. Almsot simutaniosley, I heard mum shreeche, and start crying. As she struggled to run through the deep snow, I lay their feeling colder than ever. She yelled at the boys to go get ´grandma and grampa´ and tell them to call Calli (our wonderful vet) Grampa backed up to where I lie, coughing up blood, with mum by my side (like always) singing to me like she had soo many months ago when I was sick. Once in the car, I knew I wasn´t going to make it. Even though mum said to rest and try not too move, I had to lift my head to give mum a kiss...just one last time. I struggled to take my last few breathes as my lungs filled with blood. Then, I started to make my journey to heaven, to go say happy birthday to Jesus. Meanwhile mum was very devastated, as I was her actual first dog, and she is only 15. Mum misses me very much, and still cries often, but I don´t want her to be sad. Soon she will plant my ashes with a bleeding heart plant, and place a memoriam by it, in a big beautiful garden....

My grampa bought my mum Chelsea (lab/chesapeake) from a pet shop (dont worry, she wasn't a puppy mill pup). When she got older, my big mean dad Mager came to visit her. Little while later, mum had me and my siblings! Mum (human mum) got to pick one to keep! She picked the BEST one of all, me!

My mum had to be euthenized before I turned one because she went funny and bit a jogger :S

My dad lived a couple houses down from us, and whenever he could he would come over here, and beat the sh*t outa me! Well, I got older, and tougher...and then the tables had turned! Luckily he moved out of the neighbor hood. But that didn't stop me! Oh-no, I kept getting into fights and winning paws down! Mum wasn't soo excited, she was worried..and her pockets were too. But I was a real gentle-man when it came to the ladies *woohoo!*

I used to love going for boat rides! Of course, im half chesapeake/lab!

But I grew older none the less, and one day a big APBT that had scum for owners, came to visit....my grandma was just pegging out the laundry when the dog attacked. The APBT quickly latched his masive jaw around my neck and wouldn't let go! My grampa even grabbed a 2x4 and started hitting the pitbull (I no, I no...but hey, what would you do??) Still no luck! Finally the dogs stupid owners came, called him off, and took off! They took me to the vet, the vet drugged me up...and that was it. Too much excitment for my old ticker!