Frazier-RiP

Adopted

Breed	German Shepherd Dog, Terrier
Color
Age	Senior
Gender	Male
Size	Medium
Coat Length	-
Adoption Fee	-

About Me

Characteristics

Health

Spay/Neuter, Special needs, Vaccinations up to date

House-trained

Yes

Good in a home with

Dog

Contact Me

Adopt Me

FluffyButts Rescue Resort

3193243647

[email protected]

My Story

JUL 25-09 - REST IN PEACE, FRAZIER: Last night was not a good night for our Frazier. He paced until 4:30 am, not able to get enough air, stumbling a lot, until he finally laid down at 4:30. I kept watch on him until 5:15 am and then I laid down. I woke up at 8:00 and called the dogtor to let him know that Frazier was ready to go.

I had a house full of company who were there to get ready for Yorkiestock '09. I told them I'd be back and loaded Frazier into my car. He was still panting. I cried all the way to the dogtor's office to myself, not wanting to worry Frazier. I kept telling him what a good, good boy he was. We got to the dogtor's office and had to wait for a few minutes for the dogtor to finish up with a client. Then it was our turn. Frazier left me peacefully with his head in my hands. I kissed him and told him to say hi to Jordan and Amy and all the other kids for me who are waiting for me at The Bridge.

When I got home, everyone was working like little maniacs to get things ready for Yorkiestock. I asked everyone to come out to the backyard with me and then I told them about Frazier. We all cried and I told them that we were going to celebrate Frazier's life today. And that's exactly what we did.

Before our Yorkiestock auction started, I told all our guests that we were going to celebrate Frazier's life and then I read the following poem: THE LAST BATTLE OR IF IT SHOULD BE

If it should be that I grow frail and weak, And pain should keep me from my sleep, Then will you do what must be done? For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.

You will be sad I understand, But don't let grief then stay your hand, For on this day, more than the rest, Your love and friendship must stand the test.

We have had such a happy year, You wouldn't want me to suffer so. When the time comes, please, let me go.

Take me to where my needs they'll tend, Only, stay with me till the end, And hold me firm and speak to me, Until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time you will agree, It is a kindness you do for me. Although my tail its last has waved, From pain and suffering I have been saved.

Don't grieve that it must be you, Who has to decide this thing to do; We've been so close -- we two – this year, Don't let your heart hold any tears.

Author Unknown

Frazier - I sure do miss you. I knew when you quit snapping and growling at the other kids that you were telling me it was time for you to go. I love you so, so much and am so grateful that you were a part of my life and my family for 15 short months. I will never forget all those meals I cooked for you, or all those times you ate AROUND your pills in your food, or all the laps you took around the yard as if you'd just won Westminster as "Best in FluffyButts."

Rest easy now, Mr Cranky Pants, and know that one day I'll be with you and we will pick up where we left off. I am so lucky to have you in my life and I love you from the bottom of my heart.

Mom

PUPDATE JUN 11-09: Hey. It's just me, checking in. I'm doing fine, if anyone out there cares. I have my good days and my bad days but all in all, I'm happy because at least I still have bad days to complain about, right?

I'm not to happy about this young whippersnapper here. Stitch is his name and getting on my last nerve is his game. What is with the young'uns today? He races around, out of control, and then has the nerve to try to tell ME to get out of bed and play with him. That is NOT going to happen, at least not in this lifetime. Ant Bo calls him a "spazz-rat." That says it all.

I just wanted to say hi and let you know I'm still hanging in there. Could use some help with my dogtor and food bill, if ya got few extra dimes you'd like to throw my way. Thank you. PUPDATE MAY 1-08: Hey, guess what? I overheard Mom talking to the dogtor about getting me some other drugs. Mom told him I'm getting "crankier by the day." SO???? I'm old. I'm sick. I was dumped at a shelter because I was too old. What do people expect? Would YOU be cranky, too? Mom calls me Mr Cranky-Pants but she always says it right before, and right after, she kisses the top of my head. Oh, yeah, I got her right where I want her.

We could still use help with my bills. Mom's spending more than $100 a month on my food. Again....SO???? I'm worth it.

I've got to go now. Looks like Elmo needs some...a-hem...."attention."

PUPDATE MAR 16-09: Today is Ant Chris's lucky day. Do you know why? OK, I will tell you. I am going to live the rest of my life with Ant Chris at Hotel Jordan!!! Ant Chris feels it would be best if my old cranky not-so-fluffy-butt stays right where it is for the rest of my life. I kinda enjoy it here because I have Ant Chris wrapped around my paw. She cooks me whatever I want and the food actually tastes good! I was told this is the most Ant Chris has used her stove in years. This must mean I am pretty special. Anyways, just thought I would let everyone know I am staying put.

Now, this doesn't mean that FluffyButts couldn't use some help with my bills. Feel free to help an old guy out by clicking on that "Donate" button. Be sure to put something in the message box that you're helping me out. Thank you in advance.

Your New Old Friend,
Frazier

PUPDATE JAN 20-09: Well, I'm still here and going kinda-sorta-not-really strong, but I'M STILL HERE! Blind Lucy went home a long time ago, and so have a bunch of other kids. I know I'm no spring chicken...well, I'm not a chicken at all but you know what I mean. I'm a picky eater - I really prefer smashed potatoes with cheese, and a little bit of raw ground beef heart for a chaser - and I know the manager of this joint is slipping my medication in with my potatoes, but I get even with her by smelling every bite I take at least three times. Drives her crazy. Heheheheeeeee....

Anyway, I'm just an old cranky codger who loves everyone I meet, even if I don't like all the young whipper-snappers around here. I love being hugged and kissed, and I always do my business outside. Sure would like to find me a family to live out the rest of my days with.

PUPDATE OCT 9-08: Frazier here and I have to tell you, I’m getting pretty bored with this joint. I’m tired of Blind Lucy running into me all the time. I don’t like that and I let her know it and the manager of this hotel yells at me. I’m feeling good and I would love to have a family. I’m ready to move. If you met me, you’d never know I have a bad ticker. Fur real. They don’t think I have “The Big C” after all – just some fatty tumors, whatever those are. The lumps aren’t getting bigger and like I said, I’m feeling real good. I love to run around outside so I really need a fenced in yard. Please, won’t you let me come and live with you? I’m old so it’s not like I’ll be with around furever. I’m 15 but act like a 10 year young whipper-snapper. I’m no bother, I take a lot of naps, and I love to go for walks. I pawmise not to get in your face and I get a little impatient if supper is late but I’m pretty good at waiting if I need to. Please, let me come and live with you. Thanks for listening. Now fill out the application. Please and thank you.

PUPDATE AUG 10-08: Well, I have some not-so-grea news. The dogtor told me I have congestive heart failure and maybe 'The Big C.' I told him there's no way because I feel GRRRRRREAT! Fur real - I really do feel wonderful so I don't know what he's talking about. I have a couple of bumps but the dogtor said we're not going to take them off because my heart couldn't take the anesthesia, whatever that is. The bumps don't hurt and I don't think they're cancer but who knows? All I know is that I'd still like to have a real family of my own. I don't know how much longer I have but who does? No one, that's who, so all I can say is time's a-wastin, people!

PUPDATE JUL 9-08: Hey, there. Frazier here and I'm feeling GRRRRRREAT!!! Look at the difference in me. See that one picture? See how boney I was? Well, I'm not boney anymore! In fact, Ant Chris says I'm pawfect. I'm a good - but can be picky - eater, but I'm only picky because there's a lot of good food here to choose from. I love running - yes, RUNNING! - outside. Ant Chris says it looks like I'm taking a lap like I just won Westminster.

I feel good, I can HEAR again thanks to the Cholo Gel, and I love to take naps. I'm a very, very good nap-taker. I like to go for walks, too. That's my life. I hope someone out there is looking for a guy like me to just hang out with. There's really nothing wrong with me. I'm just a mature gentleman who stumbles occasionally but hey, I'm 15! I get along with everyone and everypuppy and sure would love to have a REAL family to love me.

JUN 2-08: Frazier is doing great! He's put on a little weight but the biggest change in him is his behavior. He still stumbles a little bit but now that he's been taking the cholo gel every day, he's jumping up and down and hollering at me when it's time to eat! He's even jumping over the 18' baby gate! That stuff is amazing!! He's a good old guy who loves wandering around outside, he's never made a mess in the house, and hopefully he can find a family who will want to love him for the rest of his life. He deserves a REAL family, not like the one who threw him out. I would love to be able to do the same thing to them - just toss them out because they're getting old.

MAY 19-08: My name is Frazier and okay, so I'm not a pawmmie boy but I got to Hotel Jordan just a day after all those hairy little critters so I'm just trying to blend in. Is it working? Here's my story and it's a sad one so grab some Kleenex. I lived with my family for all my 15 years of life and I don't know what I did, or IF I did anything, but they took me to a shelter and told the lady there to put me to sleep or let me live out my life there. Put me to sleep?!?! I didn't need a nap. Duh. And I didn't want to live the rest of my life at the shelter. Double-duh. Thank heavens the lady at the shelter was nice because otherwise I wouldn't be here at Hotel Jordan talking to you now.

The nice shelter lady, Ant Sally, sent an email telling others of my tail (get it? tail?) of woe and FluffyButts answered the call so here I am at Hotel Jordan, surrounded by a bunch of little puff balls, just trying to fit in. I'm 15, got legs up to my armpits, my face is going gray, and my legs are pretty unsteady. The manager of the hotel gave me a couple of great meals that I wolfed down and she put some stuff on it and told me that that would make my legs feel better. I think she called it CholoGel.

So here I am, homeless at my age. I never would have thought I'd be homeless. Never. The manager said she'll do her best to help me find a family who will love me just the way I am. Oh, yeah, if you're talking to me you might just as well save your breath because I can't hear a thing you're saying. A bomb could go off under my butt and I wouldn't hear it.

I do all my business outside and I love the doggie door that's here at the hotel. I like going for car rides and I don't get carsick like Acorn does. (From what I hear, it's pretty ugly.) If you're looking for an old guy to hang out with, to take naps with, and would like to help me put on some weight, just fill out the application and we'll talk. Thank you.

Frazier's adoption donation is $75.

Please be patient with us - we're taking care of a lot of kids - our own and the foster kids - and we have families, homes and full time jobs. We're giving meds to the sick kids, playing with the healthy kids, and loving on all the kids. We're doing their laundry, trying to teach them manners and where to do their business, and cleaning up their accidents. In other words, we're just a little busy but we'll return email inquiries just as fast as we pawssibly can. Thanks!

ADOPTIONS: We don't let the fact that you might live out of state stop any adoption that's meant to be, but you MUST be willing to drive, or fly, all the way to pick up your new family member. We do not ship these kids on airplanes by themselves - we think they'd have a hard time getting through security without their rabies tag setting off the metal detectors. If the kid needs a health certificate because they're flying home, that will be an expense for the new family.

ADOPTION DONATIONS: When you see the adoption donation amounts, we'd like you to know that 90% of the time the donation amount doesn't even come close to covering that kid's dogtor bills. This is definitely not a money-making venture. We're usually so far in the hole but the impawtant thing is to get these kids the medical care they need and help them find the pawfect family. That's our top pawority. (I just can't resist using 'paw' whenever I can!)

POTTY TRAINING: Please note that we NEVER say our kids are 100% potty-trained. How stupid would we be to say something like that? If you're willing to be trained by your new family member, please fill out an application. If you're looking for a totally potty-trained kid, you may as well stop at the toy store on your way home from work and buy a stuffed toy because those are the only reliable ones to NOT potty in your home. There is a period of adjustment, not just for the new family member but for everyone in the house. You must be patient, understanding, and willing to work with your new family member. It can take anywhere from several days to several months. You must be 100% committed to this, it's a lifetime commitment.

Hug and kiss your kids like there's no tomorrow.