Hello for those of you that don't know me I'm Guinness - I was born on Feb. 3, 2007 or so we think. My mom and dad got me from a breeder in Texas - or at least that is what she called herself. Mom and Dad thought they were doing the right thing in going thru a website that checked out breeders and did a background check on them - they didn't just find me off of the website itself. But, I guess these people didn't do a very good job and needless to say I don't have a very good story to start out my life with.
I came from Lobopuppies.com in Texas and arrived at my new home on April 2, 2007. I flew in an airplane from Texas to my home in Michigan. I don't think this was my first plane ride though. I have since learned that there is a good chance I came from Russia. Needless to say once I arrived home with my new mommy and daddy I was taken to the vet to get a check up and to make sure things were ok. The vet said that I had a skin problem (parasite) and that I needed to go one some medication to help clear it up. They also said that I only had one testicle. Neither thing was good news to mom and dad. So we came home and then the next day I started having diarrhea so mom took me back to the vet again and they diagnosed me with the coccidiosis parasite. This time I got two medications that mom had to give me with a syringe. When mom contacted Melody at Lobopuppies she told her not to worry that it was probably just from the plane ride and that I would be fine. She wasn't really concerned at all. Then on Easter Sunday I got sicker, I was having problems breathing and mom got worried so her and dad took me to the Emergency Room. They said that I had pneumonia and that I needed to stay overnight so they could monitor me and give me breathing treatments and an IV. Mom was very upset about all of this and couldn't understand why this was all happening to us when it was supposed to be a happy time with me coming home. She stayed up all night worrying about me and calling every hour to check on me. She again contacted Melody at lobopuppies and she said not to worry that I would be fine and that I should take some homeopathic medicine and that would help me. By this point mom was furious with this lady. She called herself and animal lover and a breeder and she had no compassion whatsoever for what I was going thru and didn't care at all. Basically she had her money and didn't want to hear from us again. I came home from the hospital the following day and was on limited activity to try and get me well - I had more medicine to take this time and the vet said that it might take some time to work. Mom and Dad were really starting to worry by this point because it just seemed like one thing after another and they were worried if I would ever get well. A couple weeks went by and it seemed like I as getting better then all of a sudden in the middle of the night I started having breathing problems again. I couldn't even sit or lay down I was so uncomfortable - so in the middle of the night two weeks after my first visit I was back at the ER again. This time mom had to take me by herself cause dad was working. When we walked in to the room the vet immediately grabbed me up and took me to the oxygen tent, then she came back to tell my mommy that I wasn't doing well and that I would have to stay again. She said they were going to do more X-rays but that I seemed to have gotten worst than that last time I was there. Mom was freaking out and they wouldn't even let me see her this time to say goodbye. They just made her leave. She called them every 30 minutes to check on me. I think they got tired of her calling but she didn't really care because she wanted to know what was going on. I ended up staying for two days this time because I wasn't strong enough to breathe on my own. They wanted to do this thing called a tracheal wash on me, but they said that I was too weak to do it and if I did that I would probably not make it. The problem was they didn't know what kind of virus I had because nothing seemed to be working - I had basically been on antibiotics since I came home and neither kind was making me get better. Mom posted on my website for me what was going on and she found a nice lady named Jennifer that helped her. She had a puppy (Brooklyn) that had some of my same problems and she was from epuppy.com which is Melody's sister. We think we might have all come from the same place. Her puppy had the test done and she was able to fax over the results to my mom so she could take them to the vet. The vet immediately started me on some different antibiotics. I was taking four kinds now. I finally got to come home again and they told my mom and dad that I should just rest and not be doing anything for awhile. They were so worried about me. Mom contacted Melody again to let her know what was going on and she told my mom that these things happen and there was nothing we can do about it. Mom wanted to go to Texas and well I'm not saying what she wanted to do to her but you get the message. I was fighting for my life and Melody could care less. She is a horrible person and no puppy should ever have to go thru these things. What she and her sister are doing is just wrong. They need to be stopped. My parents have spent over $2700 on medical bills for me since my arrival. It's not just about the money it's about the quality of life that I have had and the fact that this has happened to me and to other bullies. These people need to be stopped. I hope that my story will help other families and keep them from buying from these places so they don't have to experience the same heartache that my family and I have. I am feeling better now, paws crossed and hopefully the worst is over. I will remain on my antibiotics for anther 2 weeks and then if my X-rays come back clear I can finally start getting my regular shots.
Please pass my story on and let other people out there know to beware of these people. No bully should ever have to go thru these things or any animal for that matter. I'm sorry that some of them didn't make it. RIP Brooklyn and thank you Jennifer for helping to save my life.
