Dr. Sheree was present at my birth at 3:00 am on June 6th 1999, performing a caesarian surgery on my mom, Joy. I was the white ugly ducking and the runt at birth, but I caught up quickly in size and attitude to my brothers and sisters. I now live with Ruby, my adopted sister, Hazel, a cat that torments me and my mom, Dr. Sheree. Ruby and I go to work every day and lounge in our special area in the reception area. We love it as we get to greet all the animals that come in.
Our 2 legged friends often sneak us a treat, but don’t tell mom. Although there is a huge and comfy bed, you will often find my little sister sprawled out in it with me on the carpet next to it. Oh well. Labradors are always an accommodating breed. Helping out other dogs, I have given many blood transfusions through the years but I’m now retired since I’m a senior citizen.
My passions include swimming whenever I can and I demand to be walked everyday or I whine. My nickname is Smelly Ellie as I love to roll in smelly things on my walks. The smellier the better is my philosophy. Come say “hi” and rub my belly the next time you’re in the office.
On July 10th 2002, I fortunately was adopted as Ellie was lonesome and wanted a sister.
The pet store said that I was a mistake from my Pug mommy and West Highland Terrier daddy. What’s a mistake? I love being a clown and feel that cardboard is very dangerous and must be destroyed immediately. As a terrier cross, I should be allowed to hog more than my share of the couch and bed and have first choice of all of the toys. Right? Whenever I get into trouble, which is frequently, my mom says it’s my terrier half and my nose that got me there.
I love to go swimming with my sister Ellie, but my mom makes me wear a stupid yellow life preserver. It probably has something to do with my first swimming experience and almost drowning. Pug crosses aren’t really designed to swim well I guess.
Usually upon meeting me for the first time, people always say “How interesting” or ask “What is it?” However, I consider myself a pure bred that just hasn’t caught on yet. Good thing that looks aren’t everything as I am a small package but I’m loaded with personality.
I was brought to EVH in 2010 because I was an ugly duckling Parottlet due to my nasty habit of feather plucking. The team here at EVH knew that I had potential and deserved love so they decided to adopt me.
I now have a big cage, a stuffed cuddling dog to preen and many many fun toys to play with. I do have a favorite toy that I love to destroy so my new family orders a lot of them for me. This helps to keep me very happy and busy so now I don’t pick at my feathers as much.
Parrotlets, if you didn’t know, are the smallest of the parrot species. We are known for our intelligence, affectionate nature and clown like personalities. I am still a little shy but I have gotten much better. I live in the area If the hospital that they call the laboratory where I get plenty of attention and love.
I still think beauty is in the eyes of the beholder as I know I am gorgeous in my new down feathers. If you care to meet me, ask a team member as I’m not allowed to come into the reception area yet.