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    Rescued

    Meet Chewy Gizmo Rodriquez. My daughter rescued my  canine roommate from the animal shelter.
    He had been lost and  on his own in the streets for a long time.  He demonstrated the behavior of an
    abused and abandoned animal.  He was a pitiful looking little thing when I first saw him. His coat
    was matted, he was very skinny and cowered away much too often to be considered a happy dog.
    It was determined that he may have been used to breed and somehow escaped or was separated
    from  his handlers. He just needs some love. Just look at him,  of course he was adopted and fixed
    to prevent further breeding.  My daughter nursed him back to health and he became her constant
    companion.  She and my granddaughter spoiled him rotten.  She even allowed him in her bed and
    trained him to use the bathroom, her bathroom. I always thought that  was a mistake.
    My daughter became pregnant. Chewy languished about the
    house on his special chair reclining on her belly soothing
    himself with the baby's heartbeat.  He had a wonderful life.  
    He now wore a name tag identifying himself with his full name
    and doggie clothes.  In her 7th month, they were asked to dog
    sit for another shih Tzu.  One day, her husband went home for
    lunch. In his haste he did not see the little brown fluff  called Fifi
    whiz pass him. 1 hour later he was called at work. Fifi had been
    hit by a car.  Well, I guess it was the classic example of,
    "you break it and you bought it".  Fifi's owners had twin girls.  
    It was determined that the little injured dog would be too much
    trouble, especially since she showed signs of brain damage.  
    That is how they inherited the dog and the hospital bill.

    Fifi became the third dog in the house. There was Chewy, Fifi
    and a rottweiller (Remy) the size of a small horse. Remy spends most all of his time outside. Lucky
    for the family, he doesn't even like the inside. Chewy did not like these arrangements. He also did
    not care for the fact that poor brain damaged Fifi was getting the royal treatment. He asserted himself
    one day when Fifi was in his place on the bed and was eating grapes from my daughter's hand.  
    He became so upset that he jumped on my daughter,  grabbed the bridge of her nose in his
    teeth and refused to let go.  My son in law literally pried the little dog's jaws apart in order to free my
    daughter. He drew blood. It was a scary sight and it changed the relationship between a dog and
    his best friend. When the baby came Chewy was all but forgotten.

    He was no longer trusted.  He was never allowed alone with
    or even near the baby.  Fifi, on the other hand was still allowed
    on the bed. She was still recovering and had the strange habit
    of following her tail around for much too long to be normal. It was
    quite obvious that she was harmless. Chewy, on the other hand had
    tasted blood from the person who saved him.

    Chewy is not the type of dog to take neglect quietly. He left little
    packages of urine and little rock hard turds in shoes, under desks,
    and finally in my granddaughter's pajamas that had been left on her
    bed. That earned him imprisonment in the basement for several
    days. He became a very sad little dog. He was only happy directly
    after being groomed.  I suspect it was because he got real attention
    at  Just 4 Paws.


    There came a time when the family was scheduled to take the baby to South Carolina to visit her
    grandfather. I was recruited to dog sit. At the time, my niece was away in boarding school and I was
    home recovering from a severe illness. The dogs were great company.  What can I say, they loved
    me. Sometimes I think they look at me and see food. Especially Fifi, she is the first dog that I have
    ever heard of that has an eating disorder.  She would eat herself to death if allowed. Neither
    of them wanted to return home when the family returned. Chewy loved chasing Fifi around the back
    yard. He also loved terrorizing the overweight Cha Cha,  a little pug that lives next door.

    Chewy continued to show his displeasure at being neglected.
    He refused to be trained to go outside. He cavorted on his
    walks urinating on everything in sight, but he still seemed to
    have enough saved up to pee in his Master's favorite pair of
    loafers when he  returned to the house. Everyone in the house
    was beginning to hate him. Whenever I visited he wrapped
    himself around me and cried when I left.  One day his Master
    was trying to walk him, but the dog refused to budge. He would
    not go outside.  He backed away from the door, lay down on the
    floor and covered his ears with his front  paws. My daughter
    picked him up and threw him outside. When he came back
    inside he climbed onto my lap and purred like a cat.
    I was so touched by the animal that I allowed him to stay in my lap. I must say at this point that I have
    never been a dog lover. My favorite animal is a cat. They are independent and much easier to care for.
    My cat, my companion, Buster died of feline leukemia and I just couldn't see myself having another
    animal. When I left the house that night Chewy followed me. At the door he turned and looked back
    into the room as if saying goodbye. He adopted me. He has lived with me ever since. Whenever I
    go away, he stays with them, but he is miserable. He hides under tables, chairs  the bed and
    cries like a depressed abandoned person.

    The hardest chore has been retraining the dog not to go in the
    people's bathroom.  He loves it when my absent minded niece
    is home.  She always forgets to close the door.  In the beginning
    I tried the old fashioned advice from other dog owners.  They
    all agreed that I should hit him with newspaper and push his face
    into the urine or poop every time he did it.  This never worked
    with  Chewy.  I went to a Shih Tzu website and the webmaster
    suggested that this was the worst way to train this little dog. He
    said that the dog craved attention and consistency. He said that
    the dog enjoyed getting his nose rubbed in the urine and poop,
    because he was getting some much needed attention.  Chewy
    responds very well to having his belly rubbed. Instead of withholding attention from him I started to
    play with him and treat him like a treasured and cuddly little friend that needs grooming. He actually
    stopped leaving me turds in front of the front entry door, in front of the television set and urinating on
    the wheel of the baby's carriage or high chair.  Of course he lapses back into his old habits if the routine
    changes. For instance, I am having work done on the house now and he has pooped in nearly every
    corner of the demolished kitchen as if trying to reclaim it as his space.  His favorite place for pooping
    and urinating is still the bathroom.
    He is such a clingy little animal. I told my therapist about him
    and sometimes I take him with me to my visits.  She fell in
    love with him. He is a great guard dog. He hears every
    sound around the house. The bark is different for strangers
    than for family. He is terribly afraid of thunderstorms and
    rain. My granddaughter and I were opening the pool one
    year and it began to thunder. We didn't know about the  fear
    of thunder and fire crackers at this time. He kept hiding
    under foot. It was very annoying. When we reached the side
    walk with the old pool cover the thunder was really loud.
    At the sound of a really loud thunderclap Chewy took off down
    the street pooping all the way. The loud peal of thunder literally
    scared the shit out of him. He ran down the street pooping all
    the way.  During his homeless time he was probably out in
    the weather a lot. It is raining outside right now. He is lying at my feet. If I get up to move, he will
    follow. Sometimes it is a pain.  My therapist suggests that we are good for each other.  I reluctantly
    admit that she is right.  I just wish he could tell me when he has to go.

    We take walks in the morning now. I
    like that he can walk with me without a
    leash.  He takes off sometimes after
    squirrels, but comes running when I call.
    He loves to go out. When the door opens,
    he dashes downstairs and heads for the
    gate.  At night, he runs along close to me
    because he is afraid of the dark.  If I stop,
    he stops and waits. He does not go off
    chasing after squirrels or opossums. I
    have no idea how old he is.  The
    groomer says he is an old dog. I guess
    I can go along with that because he
    spends an awful lot of time sleeping in
    his bed.  I promised myself that I would
    never get attached to another animal.
    It seems that we have rescued each
    other.
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    The Doggie with a Personality

    Shih Tzu need a lot of attention. This attention must
    be tender and consistent or they misbehave in some
    very unique and annoying ways. They do not take to
    being ignored. They are very much like people in
    that they must be treated with respect and cherished
    in a way that makes them happy. Belly rubs are
    Chewy's favorite. He has become a much happier
    dog since he does get several a day. I withhold then
    when his toileting habits get crazy.

    You might think that this takes a lot of time and
    effort.  Well, yes it does. These small dogs give back
    in devotion. They make magnificent companions for
    children and the elderly. They are very smart.
    Chewy actually tries to get me to go to bed earlier.
    It has taken months for him to understand that he is
    not the boss of me.

    They are magnificent watch dogs. They may not be
    killers in the attack mode, but they surely do alert
    one to the fact that there is someone approaching
    the space. Chewy barks once, growls showing sharp
    teeth with feet firmly planted and tail tucked when
    strangers approach in a way that he considers
    threatening. For instance, a former neighbor came
    onto the porch in the darkness and did not ring the
    bell right away. Chewy was very annoyed with him
    and so was I. I opened the door and told him to go
    away. Chewy is very suspicious of this person. He
    gives him the mysterious dangerous stranger bark
    when he is across the street. When friends and
    family approach he barks happily and jumps all over
    them begging for belly rubs.

    Oh, any by the way, the neighbor was recently
    released from prison where he served 10 years for
    armed robbery. Chewy had never met him before,
    but he has chosen to put him in the dangerous
    stranger category.



    Doggie Toys
    A stuffed toy is definitely the favorite toy
    of both Fifi and Chewy.  Chewy  loves his
    beaten up squeaking stuffed bone. He
    takes it outside to play and brings it in at the
    end of the day. That is better management
    of toys than my granddaughter. If I go long
    stretches
    without giving the coveted belly rub or I
    neglect to play with him and his little
    squeaky bone, I find the dirty thing lying on
    my pillow. The pillow on my bed. He will
    not be ignored.
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