Hi! My name is Tippy. I am also called "Tipster", "Tip-eee-ster", and "The Mutly". I was adopted
from the Butler County Humane Society when I was about a year old. The lady that dropped me off told the Society that I was
a stray found in the woods and that my name is Tip. Seems odd that she knew my name, huh? Anyway, I have such a
bubbly personality that the staff let me stay up front in the office with them. They all loved me. Well, that was
back in January, 1990. My new Mommy and Daddy-to-be had just lost their lifetime friend, Chips, to old age right before New
Years Day. They called the Humane Society looking for puppy. Now it also so happens that I had been at the shelter awhile.
It was said too that I was not so hot around small children. Someone in the front office said I was "not adoptable",
not real sure what that meant... Anyway, the lady in the office told my Mom-to-be about this older dog who is "not
adoptable". That was it. Mom and Dad-to-be came in right then and there and did not even look at the others! Good thing,
too, since the office lady said I was getting a kennel cough and I would soon have to be... well, you know! The
shelter said that I am a Sheltie mix (not too sure about that one!). Mom and Dad never figured that out, but no matter!
So, home I went. I had just barely walked in the door when Mom and Dad gave me a B-A-T-H. Yuck!!! Anyway, I had a
grand old time bouncing all around the house. Mom and Dad had another dog, Kukui, and a bunch of cats! Guess I would have
to put up with my brothers and sisters! Now, Mom and Dad were stumpted. The shelter said that I "bite".
Now, I am a real loving dog and really friendly and kind. I only snap when someone tries to rub my belly. Mommy and Daddy
said that they think I was mistreated at some time. They are probably right. That was too many years ago to remember
now that I live with such great folks! Well, I am about twelve years old now having a great time. Kukui passed
on a few years back at the age if seventeen, so now I am top dog. My favorite thing is BONIES... love all bonies
(that's dog biscuits for the uninformed). If Mom and Dad are talking I love to stand there and bark and bark. If they get
aggrevated enough that they can't talk over the barking I may get lucky and get a bonie. Dad says that mom is a succor. Means
more bonies for me. Dad doesn't know it but he is a succor too! I bark at him to take me bye-bye (you know... out in the
yard). When we come in I get a reward"... you guessed it... a BONIE!!! I also have this love-hate relationship
with my brother Doogan. He ignores me and that drives me C-R-A-Z-Y. He also waits and attacks my tail when I go down the cellar
steps at night. And once we get to the celler, Doogan steals my sleeping blanket. Boy, what I don't have to put up with!!
Besides having my bed stolen, what else I don't like are thunder storms. I can't hear the thunder like I used too
so it is better now. But, boy, during a storm I get so scared that I tremble and shake all over. I go right to Mommy and Daddy
and sit as close as I can to them. Mommy tells me not to worry that the bad old thunder cannot get me. Sure do
hope she is right! One night I was out going bye-bye with Mommy when the thunder started. I got so scared that I ran under
a bush. Mom thought I had run away and was lost. She and Daddywalked all over in the pouring rain calling me. It was
a dark and wet night so they could'nt see too well. They sure were soaked! I was too scared to answer. Luckily, they found
my hiding spot and we all went inside to dry off and all was well. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention something
else I love (besides bonies and biting Daddy's feet). I LOVE to go for ride-lys (translation "car rides"). I am
getting a bit hard of hearing now but when Mom asks "Do you want to go for ride-ly?" my ears stand stright
up and I run for the car door. It is soooo cool!! Sometimes Mom and Dad take me along on short errands just because I love
to go along! Well, thanks for reading my story. Don't forget to check out my brothers' and sisters' stories too.
Hope you have a good day and hope you get lots of bonies and ride-lys! Love, Tip P.S. See
the pic below. That's me getting the dreaded hair cut. But I sure am happy and bouncy with my "new do" when Daddy
is done cutting.
Tippy's Hair Cut
Here I am trying to bite Daddy's hand when he gives me a hair cut!
P.S.S. Be sure to read more stories from my brothers and sisters:
Bumble
Doogan
Gumby
Groucho
Hoagie
Gabriel
Here are some more of my Mom's sites:
Rainbow Bridge Tribute
A Few of My Favorite Things
Ginny's Recipes
And here are a couple of links to my Mom's antique stuff:
Vintage Choice "About Me"
Vintage Choice Antiques
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