Our Life Told to Sadie Shih Tzu

Dot­tie, Flower and Candy recently told their story to Sadie Shih Tzu. Please visit her site, and please read the post below:

This post is by Dot­tie, Candy and Flower: three Shih Tzu girl doggehs who were res­cued from a puppy mill.

The sis­ters have their own blog called Same Shih Tzu, Dif­fer­ent Day, largely writ­ten by their per­son, which is updated almost daily detail­ing their progress since res­cue. I’ve fea­tured their blog in my Web­site of the Week.

When I first saw the girls I thought I looked a lot like them – more so Flower and Candy. I won­dered if we were related and still do.

I think their per­son did a super brave and amaz­ing thing when she took them in to her home and loved them, even though it hasn’t been easy.

I wanted to share their story with you and so I asked them to write a guest post for my blog. Each of them has writ­ten their own account and this is what they had to say …

Candy, Flower and I were so happy that Sadie asked us to guest blog.

Dottie Shih TzuWe’ve known Sadie for a cou­ple of months and we like read­ing her blog. When Sadie asked us to do this, she said maybe we could talk about what it was like being in a puppy mill and how life has been since we left. I am not exactly sure what a puppy mill is but since I’m the old­est, I’ll tell you what lit­tle I remember.

I was given the name of Dot­tie Rose Ann. I hon­estly can’t remem­ber much about the first five years of my life but my Amer­i­can Ken­nel Club cer­tifi­cate says I was born in Mil­ton­vale, Kansas.

My par­ents’ names are Rose and Ringo Boy. I know that I am a Shih Tzu. I guess I’m a lit­tle dif­fer­ent than some Shih Tzus because I kind of look like a small Dal­ma­t­ian. I’m black and white but I have black spots called “ticking.”

Dur­ing those early years I lived with lots of other dogs — some males but most of them were females, like me.

When I was very young they mated me with a boy dog and I had babies. I had more babies after that, sev­eral times. The other females that lived with me had lots of babies too.

We never got to keep the babies. One day they would just be gone. I once heard some­one say that many of them went to stores where they were sold to humans and became pets.

When I was about five and a half years old, a human vis­ited me which was very strange because we hardly ever saw humans.

I was sit­ting out­side in a chicken coop type ken­nel with five other Shih Tzus. At least two of them, Candy and Flower, were my half sis­ters; we have the same daddy. I don’t know if the other three were related to me and I can’t remem­ber their names. The two humans talked to each other and then the new human loaded us all up in a vehi­cle and drove away with us.

We were afraid because we were leav­ing our home and we didn’t know where we were going. My whole body was shak­ing when the human put us in her car.

Even­tu­ally, she took us some­where where they gave us shots and felt all over our bod­ies to see if we had any prob­lems. They didn’t think I did.

We were told that we were going to a place called Col­orado. A few days later another new human vis­ited us. She put me, Candy and Flower in a car and drove away with us.

That human took us to a home. We later learned that these humans res­cued dogs and found them for­ever homes. When she took us inside her house we were scared but excited because we heard dogs bark­ing. It was just like what we were used to! Only these dogs weren’t in ken­nels. They were roam­ing around the house. We watched them in astonishment.

The new human showed us where we would sleep. It was an area with car­pet and a fence around it. We felt relieved because we didn’t know what we would do if some­one let us run around like that, espe­cially in a home. For a while, we mainly stayed inside our pen.

Another human lived there – a man. He got up at 4 a.m., so we got to eat very early. After we ate he took us out­side to a long, nar­row place where we could run up and down.

Soon they changed our pen so that we could go in and out when we wanted. Mainly though we just stayed there in our com­fort­able dog beds unless some­one came and got us.

After I had been there a while, I started lik­ing the human. I found out her name was Bar­bara. I got to the point where I didn’t really want her out of my sight. I fol­lowed her around and she let me sit on the couch with her. Some­times the man would sit there with us.

At Barbara’s I noticed Candy leave for a while and then come back. The same thing hap­pened to Flower. I didn’t know where they went.

After liv­ing with Bar­bara for about four months, another human came to see us. We were very afraid. We thought maybe we’d have to leave our home again. I didn’t want that because I liked liv­ing with Barbara.

We hud­dled together in the cor­ner. Flower and I sat in front of Candy because she’s smaller than us and we had to pro­tect her. The human talked to us and finally we let her feed us some yummy chicken jerky.

The chicken jerky human came to see us sev­eral times. While she was there, she took us out­side and tried to get us to play but we mainly hud­dled together until she pulled out the chicken jerky.

About a week later, Bar­bara put us in her car again which made us afraid. When we stopped we were taken into a dif­fer­ent house. The chicken jerky human was there. We got to wan­der around the liv­ing room. We were jump­ing around and play­ing with each other.

The chicken jerky human tried to pet us but none of us wanted her to. I shook and shook and shook. She talked Candy and Flower into eat­ing some food but I was too upset to eat.

I soon got hun­gry, so I let her feed me. It would take me too long to tell the whole story but we finally started trust­ing and lik­ing the chicken jerky human. And now we call her Mom.

A man lives here too. Mom says to call him Dad but we just call him the Treat Man. He gives us treats when­ever he comes home. Besides that, we try to stay away from him. We just don’t feel com­fort­able with men humans.

Each morn­ing Flower and I run upstairs. Mom used to let us in her room and we’d scratch on the bed until she pet­ted us. Then, we’d bark and bark, and finally she’d get up. Recently she’s been clos­ing the door and sleeps later so we have to wait longer to see her.

Once Mom is up she goes to the kitchen and puts yummy stuff in our bowls like cot­tage cheese and kib­ble. Some­times, she gives us other stuff that we don’t like. I sit with her in the kitchen until she has every­thing together and then she opens the door. Candy, Flower and I fly out­side. Yum! We love break­fast! After we eat, we wan­der out to the yard and do what Mom calls “our business.”

Dur­ing the day I sit in our cor­ner with my sis­ters. We have three dog beds and we take turns sit­ting in dif­fer­ent ones. I also really like sit­ting on the couch with Mom. I have a hard time get­ting up on it though because I can’t jump as well as Candy and Flower. Mom has to help me.

Mom uses her com­puter a lot on the couch, so I just lay there. Usu­ally it’s just us but some­times Flower tries to get up so I growl at her. When Mom hears me do that, she scolds me and says I should let Flower come up. Thank­fully, Candy has only tried that once.

When we go out­side Mom tries to get us to play. Some­times I wan­der around and smell things or I might chase Candy or Flower. Usu­ally I just sit on the porch by Mom until she lets me go inside.

Mom got us lots of toys but I don’t really like to play with toys. I like treats. I love chicken jerky, apple and chicken, and chicken and sweet potato.

We’ve eaten ham­burger a few times.

On my birth­day we went to McDon­alds and got ham­burg­ers for my party. I liked the ham­burg­ers but I hate car rides. I don’t shake any­more at home but I do shake in the car.

I don’t like any­one touch­ing my face so it makes it hard for Mom and the Treat Man to groom me. I also hate the leash.

I don’t like baths and the black thing they use to trim my fur that makes noise. It makes me ner­vous and some­times when I get ner­vous, I blow bub­bles out my nose!

Mom says that I am the inde­pen­dent Shih Tzu. I don’t know what that means but I love sit­ting out­side by myself.

Candy Shih tzuAfter we eat, and Candy and Flower go inside, Mom lets me sit on the porch as long as I want – unless she has to leave, of course.

I like to wan­der all over the yard smelling every­thing. There is a big build­ing in the yard — a shed — and I like to sit in front of it and just look around. I also like to sit under the ATV trailer, espe­cially when it’s warm, because there is lots of shade there.

Some­times I like to run around in cir­cles very, very fast. When I do, Flower chases me. Mom says I hop like a rab­bit. I heard her tell the Treat Man that she read that some dogs hop because they have hip dys­pla­sia, what­ever that is. Else­where she read that all shih tzus bunny hop!

My sis­ters and I love food but I’m a lit­tle pick­ier than they are. So I weigh sev­eral pounds less than they do. And they steal my food when I’m not looking!

I like when the Treat Man comes home at night. I get really excited when the door opens. He talks to me a lot and we always get a treat. He holds them over my head and I stand on my hind legs and jump for them. Dot­tie and Flower can’t do that!

I don’t usu­ally run up the stairs to get Mom in the morn­ing. More often I wait excit­edly at the bot­tom of the stairs.

She’ll hold out her hand and let me bite it! SO much fun! Some­times I bite her fin­ger or her wrist. And if she doesn’t have stock­ings on I bite her toes! I fol­low her into the liv­ing room and we all try to bite her. She says Flower and Dot­tie have “soft mouths,” so she doesn’t feel it as much. I think she likes me to bite her. I don’t ever hurt her, though. It’s just fun.

I do like being out­side but I don’t like wear­ing the leash. Mom and the Treat Man have to give me treats when I walk.

Like Dot­tie, I hate the sound of the clip­pers so I try to bite them when I get groomed.

When Mom gets out the vac­uum cleaner, I run upstairs. I used to go in one of the bed­rooms to escape the noise but now the doors are always closed.

Mom said she gets tired of clean­ing the car­pets after us. She had to roll up the pretty rug we used to play on in the liv­ing room. She said we made it smell.

Since I can’t escape into the bed­rooms any­more, I either sit in the hall on a blan­ket, in my cor­ner in the din­ing room or under the table.

Mom and the Treat Man try to get me to sit on the couch with them some­times.  I’m very happy sit­ting on my dog bed or near Flower.

Dot­tie told you where we came from so I’ll tell you about when I met my human.

Flower Shih TzuWe were stay­ing at a house with sev­eral dogs and a cat, and a woman and man who took care of us – oh, and a teenage human who really scared us.

One day, the human we now call Mom came to the house. I was afraid.

I didn’t like being picked up. It made me so ner­vous that I pooped!

My Mum was told I was a “spe­cial needs” dog. Truth­fully, when I’m afraid, I still poop when some­one picks me up. Mainly it hap­pens when I’m put on a groom­ing table or some­one puts a leash on me or makes me ride in a car. But it’s get­ting bet­ter because I’m not as afraid as I used to be.

When Mom first took me home, I didn’t want her to touch me. I fought a lot and tried to bite her. After a while I let her pet me occa­sion­ally. Now I let her do it all the time. I would get a lot more pet­ting, chest scratches and mas­sages but when I jump on the couch Dot­tie growls at me.

I don’t like it when Treat Man tries to pet me.

I heard Mom say she won­dered why I’m so afraid of men. I don’t have many mem­o­ries of my past, so I can’t say why. Mom said it’s prob­a­bly because a man was mean to me or maybe it’s just because I was only ever around women. Or, maybe it’s just because that teenager was so loud!

Mom says I am excitable – prob­a­bly because I get overly excited about cer­tain things such as wak­ing her up in the morn­ing. I can’t help it. I jump all over the place. And I get really excited when I get break­fast or treats. If I hear bark­ing out­side, I get excited. It’s only because I think the dogs are com­ing to play with us.

Other out­side noises scare me. I hate car and motor­cy­cle noise. And I’m jumpy when Mom moves her leg or arm too quickly, so she tries to move very slowly.

In all, I really like liv­ing here. I would like it bet­ter if that man wasn’t here. Mom says he is a nice man and we will grow to love him. I’m not sure about that, but at least he gives us treats.

See more pho­tos of the sis­ters on Flickr.

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