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i don't talk enough about the blessing that is my puppy dog, monster truck! at this moment she is sitting on my lap and i am trying to write this blog. its not very easy. (she hopped down - i guess i can continue writing now.)

so back to monster truck. she is probably the sweetest dog anybody will ever meet. we inherited her from a family in hong kong, so naturally we brought her back with us when we moved back. (same with our cat, except we got her from a lady who was giving them away as she found a litter of kittens in tst park). when we first got her, she was, well... not trained to our liking. we worked on her, loved her, spoiled her, and made her our own.  i can still remember to this day how bud did not want to keep her - i can't really blame him. she was your typical yapping tiny dog. thankfully, he grew to love her just as much as i did, the moment i set eyes on her. it was as if she was there, specifically for me. her little face is remarkable, she has a personality that is exciting and loving, hyper yet sweet. she can be spastic but can also cuddle and want to be held like a little baby. she is the most perfect perfect pup. and we love her so much.

last year we almost lost her... twice. within a week! it was absolutely horrible. first - she got loose on halloween night. she is a chocolate fiend and while dad newman was giving out chocolate, i'm assuming she got out and followed some kids, hoping she would be fed some tasty treats! well... she wandered too far and didn't know how to get home. and it was dark, so all things were not in her favor. she managed to get about 4 blocks away! when bud and i came home, i think we were at a wedding or something, dad told us she was gone. i instantly started walking down the street calling her name, tears streaming from my face. she had been gone about 2 hours or so. we thought she was gone. i ran in the house, put out a lookout for friends in the area, put out a txt message to my friends asking them to pray that we'd find her, and sat there and cried. bud and his dad went out throughout the neighborhood calling her name. bud would do the "special whistle" we have for her and eventually... he heard her bark. just once. and he knew instantly that it was her! just one bark! he knew her by her voice! same for monster! you see - bud's dad had been walking around calling her name too... but she didn't know his voice. she knew her dadda's voice! bud came home and had her... i held her and cried and cried - wrapped her in my arms and fell asleep that way.

the second time we almost lost her was when the neighbor dog (pitbull) decided to let her know that she was not in charge of the neighborhood. he bit her and pinned her down. i was screaming at the dog, screaming at bud, screaming at the neighbors to get their dog. my motherly instincts snapped and i grabbed the other dog by the neck and was trying to tear his big jaws off my tiny baby puppy! once we got her free, i ran her inside and noticed that she was bleeding. we didn't know how bad it was, but she kept letting out squeals every now and then, she was shaking as was i. i called a vet in tears and asked if they could see her right away. we zoomed over there and we found out that she was quite lucky (God spared her!). if the pitbull would have bit her literally a half an inch to the right, she would have bled out from having an artery severed. so they did surgery to put in drains, gave her meds, wrapped her up, and we were able to take her home that night! poor thing was doped up and not able to even stand. when we picked her up from the vet, i was so relieved but so sad because she got beat up. (don't worry - i do not blame all pitbulls, i blame owners. i love pitbulls.) thankfully, she was better a couple weeks later. and she got to sport a sweet looking chargers jersey to keep her warm and cover her wound once we removed the bandages!

oh my monster truck. she's the happiest when i come home, when i play with her, when i love her. and i'm happiest when she hugs me, kisses me, plays and cuddles with me. she's a lovely dog. many people wish she could be theirs and all i can say is... sorry. she's taken!