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| Name: |
Deja
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Age: |
Thirteen weeks old
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| Gender: |
Female |
Breed: |
Pitbull Doberman mix
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| Home: |
Eaton, Ohio, USA |
Deja
is pretty special considering my mom is afraid of both Pitbulls and
Dobermans. Ever since I was eight, I had wanted a puppy but my parents
didn't want another dog at the time and defiantly not a puppy. By the time
I was ten they got sick of hearing it, so they got me and my sister a
hamster but my parents knew I still wanted a puppy. Every puppy someone
tried to sell, I wanted it. Time went by and my sister ended up getting a
puppy. That upset me because I had wanted one long before her, and she
already had a dog Homer, a four-year-old Beagle. But that didn't stop my
parents from letting her have the new puppy. Don't get me, he's a wrong
great dog, just not "mine." About a year of begging, my friend's dog Lexi
was pregnant. I just had to have one! I loved Onyx, a Doberman and Lexi,
their pitbull. They were great dogs and even though my mom was afraid of
them, I never hesitated to let them crawl up in my lap and want attention.
I knew that those dogs were socialized and trained right, not just thrown
out in the backyard like the Doberman that bit my mom.
When I found out, I told my mom and she told me "No." I couldn't really
blame her; we did have three dogs but I wanted a puppy! All the other dogs
were fully grown, even Omega my sister's puppy was now a year old. When we
had gotten Omega, I wasn't allowed to touch him because he was my sister's
dog unless she left and made me watch him. The other two were already
fully grown when we got them. I came up with the idea that they couldn't
tell me no if I paid for the puppy myself, so I started saving up and when
they were born, there were nine total, six boys and three girls.
I showed my mom pictures after every trip over there and she would just
remark, "They're going to be mean" or "THEY ARE JUST THE WRONG BREEDS" or
"Why don't you want a Yorkie?" or "All puppies are cute, Macie." By the
time Deja was six weeks old, I had the money saved to buy her and I picked
her out at that point. I knew I wanted a girl, it had been so long since
we had had a girl dog that actually stuck around. That one was Esther, we
bought her at a yard sale and the people told us she was four when she ended
up being nine years old and she had cancer on her back tail which had
explained the lump that they told us was a gun shot wound. W went four years
before the cancer spread, and in 2008 we had to put her down. I miss her
and her picture is on my wall. Six years we had gone without a girl dog,
so I figured it was time for a girl. I decided to talk to my parents.
because if there was anyway to bring Deja home without them getting mad, I
wanted to go for it.
I showed my dad a picture of her, and he said, "No, I don't think so."
"Her name is Deja," I said, smiling and trying to figure out why he smiled
when he said no ...
"That looks like a Rott," he said.
"It's Pitbull/Doberman," Mom said, in a kinda mad way. She didn't want me
to have her obviously.
My Dad said, "Rottweilers are very loyal dogs. I had a Rottweiler, and one
time he was outside with me in the front yard because he stayed right
beside me and I didn't have him on a leash. The neighbors saw, and called
the police and when the officer showed up he was holding his gun. He
walked up to me and, well, Bear didn't like that very much. He started to
run over to the officer and the cop started to pull out his gun, so I
said, "No, Bear, Inside Now!" and that dog dropped down mid-jump and
darted into the house."
I realized after a while that he had really liked this dog. He sat and
talked about him for half an hour, then when he got done, we talked about
responsibility Then finally my parents told me I could have her! I was so
excited, I couldn't wait to bring her home ... I had to wait a few more
weeks which to me felt like years! In reality, it was a whole two weeks
before they were ready to leave their mother. I went out and bought Deja
all kinds of stuff. I set it all up for her and that just made me even
more excited. A week sooner than I had expected, my friend called me to
tell me his mom decided they were ready to go, and I was all excited and
rushed over there to get her because I just couldn't wait.
I carried her home and played with her all day. Potty training was
something else, but now she's completely housebroken already, and she
doesn't even try to chew on my cords anymore! She's growing up sooo fast,
I can't believe this dog ever weighed less than a pound! She is now over
21 pounds and is getting very hard to pick up, but she sure doesn't mind
hopping up on my lap all by her self. She's also starting to loose her
baby teeth... I love her to death even if she isn't what I thought I wanted
at first, I am glad I ended up with her in the end. As for my mom, the
second I brought her home she fell in love, and she hasn't called pitbulls
or Dobermans mean since!
Deja doesn't pull on the leash, I started working on that as soon as she
had all of her shots because none of our other dogs walk well on a leash.
I didn't want to go through more injuries: sprains, falls cuts scrapes
dislocated shoulders I went through with our now thirteen-year-old Lab who loved
to chase cars in his younger days. I also have been working on tricks, and
she's doing pretty good so far! All in all, I love this dog and I don't
know what I would do without her.
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