Tequino was adopted from the Humane Society as a puppy. When I brought him home I called my husband at work and told him about him. I couldn't come up with a name for him, however my husband would talk in his sleep sometimes. He would mumble the name Tequino Mandre in his sleep. So when he came home from work I asked if the puppy looked like a Tequino Mandre, he said he didn't know what a Tequino Mandre looked like so he couldn't answer the question.
I named him Tequino and it turned out to be a perfect name for him, though I am still not sure what a Tequino Mandre is. He was the best dog I have ever had the pleasure of owning. He was so short and stocky we always thought he was a Basset Hound mix, he had the crooked legs. But others would say he looked like a miniature black lab, if there was such an animal. His bottom teeth also stuck out further than his top teeth so it always looked like he was ready to eat you up.
He would stay in the bathroom when we left the house, we had motion detectors in the house and didn't want him to set the alarms off. So if you tell him to go to his room he would mind better than the kids ever did.
He was always a very healthy dog. Never had many problems with him, he did eat a Christmas ornament one time that made him sick. He got over it though thankfully.
When he was 4 years old though I noticed he was having problems using his back legs, he was dragging them. I couldn't get him into his normal vet (he was on vacation) so I made an appointment to take him to another vet that was recommended by my husband's nephew.
When I took him to the examining room the vet asked how old he was, I told him 4. He was really suprised that he was 4, he said they don't usually live that long. I asked him what he meant by THEY, he said you weren't told about his condition. I said I had adopted him from the humane society and his vet never told me he HAD a "condition". He explained to me then, Tequino was a black lab with dwarfism disease. He said that I must have taken really great care of him, they usually die before they are a year old. He then told me his spine was elongated, and his discs were what was causing him to not walk. He said that there was an operation that could be done but that it probably would not help him to walk again. I left him there overnight, they would watch him overnight, treating him as best they could. The next day the vet told me that even if I could afford the surgery that he would not even have it done on his own dog as there was very little chance it would help.
I decided to have him put to sleep, it broke my heart to make the decision, I called my husband at work and he agreed with my decision. I went to the vet's office to say my goodbyes. I took his blanket so I could bring him home and bury him in the backyard. When the vet came in to give him the injection he asked me if I could lay him on the table so they could give him the injection, I refused to do that. I held him in my arms as they did it. He was gone before the syringe was empty.
I had a friend drive me there, I knew I couldn't drive. We took him home and my friend helped to bury him in the backyard.
I knew he was at rest and was walking again in doggie heaven waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge.
To this day, almost 20 yrs later, I have his picture in my bedroom, I call him my guardian angel and protector. As I was moving in October 2010 I was wrapping the glass frame that Tequino's picture had been in for over 17 years, I dropped the frame and it shattered. It was like losing him again. Sadly I cleaned up the glass and found another frame to fit. I miss him to this day so much.
I named him Tequino and it turned out to be a perfect name for him, though I am still not sure what a Tequino Mandre is. He was the best dog I have ever had the pleasure of owning. He was so short and stocky we always thought he was a Basset Hound mix, he had the crooked legs. But others would say he looked like a miniature black lab, if there was such an animal. His bottom teeth also stuck out further than his top teeth so it always looked like he was ready to eat you up.
He would stay in the bathroom when we left the house, we had motion detectors in the house and didn't want him to set the alarms off. So if you tell him to go to his room he would mind better than the kids ever did.
He was always a very healthy dog. Never had many problems with him, he did eat a Christmas ornament one time that made him sick. He got over it though thankfully.
When he was 4 years old though I noticed he was having problems using his back legs, he was dragging them. I couldn't get him into his normal vet (he was on vacation) so I made an appointment to take him to another vet that was recommended by my husband's nephew.
When I took him to the examining room the vet asked how old he was, I told him 4. He was really suprised that he was 4, he said they don't usually live that long. I asked him what he meant by THEY, he said you weren't told about his condition. I said I had adopted him from the humane society and his vet never told me he HAD a "condition". He explained to me then, Tequino was a black lab with dwarfism disease. He said that I must have taken really great care of him, they usually die before they are a year old. He then told me his spine was elongated, and his discs were what was causing him to not walk. He said that there was an operation that could be done but that it probably would not help him to walk again. I left him there overnight, they would watch him overnight, treating him as best they could. The next day the vet told me that even if I could afford the surgery that he would not even have it done on his own dog as there was very little chance it would help.
I decided to have him put to sleep, it broke my heart to make the decision, I called my husband at work and he agreed with my decision. I went to the vet's office to say my goodbyes. I took his blanket so I could bring him home and bury him in the backyard. When the vet came in to give him the injection he asked me if I could lay him on the table so they could give him the injection, I refused to do that. I held him in my arms as they did it. He was gone before the syringe was empty.
I had a friend drive me there, I knew I couldn't drive. We took him home and my friend helped to bury him in the backyard.
I knew he was at rest and was walking again in doggie heaven waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge.
To this day, almost 20 yrs later, I have his picture in my bedroom, I call him my guardian angel and protector. As I was moving in October 2010 I was wrapping the glass frame that Tequino's picture had been in for over 17 years, I dropped the frame and it shattered. It was like losing him again. Sadly I cleaned up the glass and found another frame to fit. I miss him to this day so much.
Tequino was adopted from the Humane Society as a puppy. When I brought him home I called my husband at work and told him about him. I couldn't come up with a name for him, however my husband would talk in his sleep sometimes. He would mumble the name Tequino Mandre in his sleep. So when he came home from work I asked if the puppy looked like a Tequino Mandre, he said he didn't know what a Tequino Mandre looked like so he couldn't answer the question.
I named him Tequino and it turned out to be a perfect name for him, though I am still not sure what a Tequino Mandre is. He was the best dog I have ever had the pleasure of owning. He was so short and stocky we always thought he was a Basset Hound mix, he had the crooked legs. But others would say he looked like a miniature black lab, if there was such an animal. His bottom teeth also stuck out further than his top teeth so it always looked like he was ready to eat you up.
He would stay in the bathroom when we left the house, we had motion detectors in the house and didn't want him to set the alarms off. So if you tell him to go to his room he would mind better than the kids ever did.
He was always a very healthy dog. Never had many problems with him, he did eat a Christmas ornament one time that made him sick. He got over it though thankfully.
When he was 4 years old though I noticed he was having problems using his back legs, he was dragging them. I couldn't get him into his normal vet (he was on vacation) so I made an appointment to take him to another vet that was recommended by my husband's nephew.
When I took him to the examining room the vet asked how old he was, I told him 4. He was really suprised that he was 4, he said they don't usually live that long. I asked him what he meant by THEY, he said you weren't told about his condition. I said I had adopted him from the humane society and his vet never told me he HAD a "condition". He explained to me then, Tequino was a black lab with dwarfism disease. He said that I must have taken really great care of him, they usually die before they are a year old. He then told me his spine was elongated, and his discs were what was causing him to not walk. He said that there was an operation that could be done but that it probably would not help him to walk again. I left him there overnight, they would watch him overnight, treating him as best they could. The next day the vet told me that even if I could afford the surgery that he would not even have it done on his own dog as there was very little chance it would help.
I decided to have him put to sleep, it broke my heart to make the decision, I called my husband at work and he agreed with my decision. I went to the vet's office to say my goodbyes. I took his blanket so I could bring him home and bury him in the backyard. When the vet came in to give him the injection he asked me if I could lay him on the table so they could give him the injection, I refused to do that. I held him in my arms as they did it. He was gone before the syringe was empty.
I had a friend drive me there, I knew I couldn't drive. We took him home and my friend helped to bury him in the backyard.
I knew he was at rest and was walking again in doggie heaven waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge.
To this day, almost 20 yrs later, I have his picture in my bedroom, I call him my guardian angel and protector. As I was moving in October 2010 I was wrapping the glass frame that Tequino's picture had been in for over 17 years, I dropped the frame and it shattered. It was like losing him again. Sadly I cleaned up the glass and found another frame to fit. I miss him to this day so much.
I named him Tequino and it turned out to be a perfect name for him, though I am still not sure what a Tequino Mandre is. He was the best dog I have ever had the pleasure of owning. He was so short and stocky we always thought he was a Basset Hound mix, he had the crooked legs. But others would say he looked like a miniature black lab, if there was such an animal. His bottom teeth also stuck out further than his top teeth so it always looked like he was ready to eat you up.
He would stay in the bathroom when we left the house, we had motion detectors in the house and didn't want him to set the alarms off. So if you tell him to go to his room he would mind better than the kids ever did.
He was always a very healthy dog. Never had many problems with him, he did eat a Christmas ornament one time that made him sick. He got over it though thankfully.
When he was 4 years old though I noticed he was having problems using his back legs, he was dragging them. I couldn't get him into his normal vet (he was on vacation) so I made an appointment to take him to another vet that was recommended by my husband's nephew.
When I took him to the examining room the vet asked how old he was, I told him 4. He was really suprised that he was 4, he said they don't usually live that long. I asked him what he meant by THEY, he said you weren't told about his condition. I said I had adopted him from the humane society and his vet never told me he HAD a "condition". He explained to me then, Tequino was a black lab with dwarfism disease. He said that I must have taken really great care of him, they usually die before they are a year old. He then told me his spine was elongated, and his discs were what was causing him to not walk. He said that there was an operation that could be done but that it probably would not help him to walk again. I left him there overnight, they would watch him overnight, treating him as best they could. The next day the vet told me that even if I could afford the surgery that he would not even have it done on his own dog as there was very little chance it would help.
I decided to have him put to sleep, it broke my heart to make the decision, I called my husband at work and he agreed with my decision. I went to the vet's office to say my goodbyes. I took his blanket so I could bring him home and bury him in the backyard. When the vet came in to give him the injection he asked me if I could lay him on the table so they could give him the injection, I refused to do that. I held him in my arms as they did it. He was gone before the syringe was empty.
I had a friend drive me there, I knew I couldn't drive. We took him home and my friend helped to bury him in the backyard.
I knew he was at rest and was walking again in doggie heaven waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge.
To this day, almost 20 yrs later, I have his picture in my bedroom, I call him my guardian angel and protector. As I was moving in October 2010 I was wrapping the glass frame that Tequino's picture had been in for over 17 years, I dropped the frame and it shattered. It was like losing him again. Sadly I cleaned up the glass and found another frame to fit. I miss him to this day so much.
