Destiny the Pibble

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Destiny is a young Pit Bull mix found starving to death in Oklahoma. She was given a second chance with "ten simple words." http://tylerdog.com/destiny.

Destiny passed away June 17, 2023 after a battle with cancer but her kind legacy lives on.

11/20/2025

Remember that awesome episode of Paw & Order: The Bully Stick Incident?! Good times, friends, good times! 😂

Love
Innocent Angel Destiny 🌈

11/19/2025

To whomever sent this beautiful pillow of Andi to Mama, thank you! It made her cry. She loves it!!! ❤️

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Angel Destiny 🌈

11/18/2025

I want to thank you all for your kind words of support and comfort during the loss of my sweet Andi. They mean more to me than you can know and I cherish each and every one of you.

I also want to say to the three people who felt the need to condemn me for letting Andi go after her diagnosis: There is a special place in Hell for you. To attack a grieving dog owner who is about as broken as she can be is not only cruel, it shows a true lack of empathy and compassion for your fellow man. I will never understand hateful, awful people who feel the need to kick someone when they're down.

Out of the three who condemned me, one apologized, the other deleted her comment, but this loser double-downed. Several of my friends said "just block them," but I've never been one to back down from a bully and that's what this particular person is. I will NEVER back down from a bully and if you want to come to my page and show this kind of behavior, then I'm happy to share you with the world.

While I owe NO ONE any explanations, Andi stopped eating Sunday night. When I said we had convenience store pizza and a chicken salad croissant the night we went aurora hunting, I didn't know she had spit it all out since it was dark; I found all of it on the floor of my Jeep the next day. She urinated in her bed Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Andi NEVER had accidents in her bed. She was uncomfortable and breathing heavy.

When Dogtor Sarah showed me her x-rays, I asked what the squiggly things were that were pushed back towards her rear end. It was her intestines. The mass was so large it was displacing her internal organs.

When Dogtor Sarah tried to listen to her heart, she couldn't hear it hardly because of the panting and all the fluid build-up around it and her lungs.

I trust Sarah implicitly. She won't sugar coat a dog's condition and give false hope. She told me my options, what could happen if we tried to give her more time: drowning in her own fluid or bleeding out from a ruptured spleen.

The deciding factor for me, though, was the fact she wasn't eating. Andi was a food hound. She loved food of all kinds and for her to turn her nose up at anything and everything I offered her told me one thing: She was tired. And she was ready to go.

Saying those words, "It's time..." are the hardest words to say, but were necessary to prevent any more suffering. I did what was best for Andi, not for me. I did what she deserved – to go with dignity with me by her side, petting her head, and hearing words of love whispered in her ears.

So call me all the names you might want to call me, lady, I have broad shoulders. Just remember, I'm not a chick you want to pick a fight with.

11/18/2025

I’ve been unable to edit my aurora pics because I start crying every time I do; they remind me of my last night with sweet Andi. This image in particular reminds me of her — the lone tree standing in silhouette against the glorious colors of the Northern Lights, knowing it will still be standing long after the lights fade. Andi’s memory will forever stay in my heart long after I have forgotten everything else. I call the image “Alone She Stands.”

I’ve lost dogs before, especially my sweet Destiny, but this one has knocked the stuffing out of me. I keep looking for Andi, expecting to see her or hear her joyous cries when I come in the door. The Littles and Charlotte don’t know what’s wrong, only that Mom is sad and they must, especially Buster, lick my tears. Please keep me in your prayers.

11/15/2025

Owning a dog-selective dog changes the routine of your life. It alters the rhythm, the balance, the flow of your everyday existence. And when you lose that dog, everything abruptly stops.

Andi adored people. Never met a stranger. Would cuddle with anyone and everyone. Yet when it came to other dogs, not so much.

I’ve often jokingly referred to my house as “Sherry’s Home for Wayward Dogs” since so many of my rescues were dog-selective. Destiny loved Jazzy and the Littles, no big dogs. Katie, Maggie, and Xena got along with each other, loved Jazzy and the Littles, and Mom’s dogs. The Littles and Jazz could hang with everyone and spent time with each grouping. Andi liked being an only child. So lots of rotates, logistics, and “did I close that gate?” moments of panic.

Oh, sure, she was great with another dog until she was not. It was her unpredictable nature that made things difficult, so it became easier — and cheaper on my wallet after a few costly altercations — to separate with gates and rotate. Behind a gate, she was fine with everyone and would sniff noses, then ignore. It gave her a sense of safety.

When you have a pack like that, you have a rotational routine and your daily life revolves around that routine. For years I had three rotations: the OGs, Desi, and Andi. After losing Katie last year, it was just Charlotte and the Littles I had to rotate with Andi and we had it down to a science. Get up, greet Andi on the other side of the gate and tell her “crate.” She put herself in the crate, I’d lock it, let Charlotte and the Littles out to potty, then Andi and I headed to the bedroom for morning cuddles.

Ending the day was just in reverse: Let Charlotte and the Littles out for final call, then to bed. Andi climbed up in the recliner with me and had her nightly snacks while we watched TV. She was quite over watching Star Trek, as well as Downton Abbey, but she indulged me for cheese or popcorn.

Now there’s nothing but silence. When I open the bedroom door, those sleepy brown eyes aren’t there, the gentle wag of her tail is missing. Her bed is gone. Soft cuddles in the morning are never more.

The dogs don’t understand. They walk to her crate and see it empty. They are confused why the bedroom gate is now open. So many times they go in there and walk out with a puzzled look in their eyes. I’ve often wondered if they thought she was a hardened canine criminal, locked up for a treat heist or grand theft toys.

No more rotations, no more worrying I failed to shut a gate, no more time split so everyone is loved equally. And yet, what I wouldn’t give for one more rotation, one more click of the gate, one more cuddle with my sweet misfit girl. Sure, it was a lot of work but it’s what she needed to feel safe and I gladly did it and would do it over again a million times more.

Each dog I’ve lost has hit me hard, but Andi was a gut punch. It was so sudden and knocked the breath out of me. A week ago she was eating popcorn on my lap and begging for cheese. Now it’s nothing but quiet. The tears won’t stop and I am adrift.

Oh, my sweet girl. I know you’re no longer in pain and are free from that insidious cancer, but I miss you so. I miss your big head cuddles in my arms. I miss your playfulness when you were feeling younger than your age. I miss hearing you “talk” when Aunt Helen or Mister Eric or anyone else came to visit you. I miss watching you run like a Sherman tank while you thought yourself a gazelle. I just miss you. When you took your last breath, my heart shattered and I’m not sure it will ever mend as you took pieces of it with you. 💔

11/13/2025

My ride-or-die, Andi Dandi, and I took our last adventure together. She was the one dog I had that loved rides and always up for exploring any creepy, desolate dirt road in the middle of the night. We chased sunsets, Milky Ways, lunar eclipses, looked for comets, and found auroras during our journeys.

Until last week, Andi was her normal, goofy self — slowing down a bit as any 11-year-old dog will, but still enjoying life, eating everything I’d let her, and especially sitting in the recliner with me each evening having snacks. We’d discuss the finer points of Downton Abbey, blast Romulans on Star Trek, and enjoy the exquisite writing of Scooby-Doo. She was my cuddler-in-chief and one of the sweetest dog I’ve ever owned.

When I took her to see Doctor Sarah, the news was bad — huge mass on her spleen and fluid building up around her heart and lungs. And the mass? Most likely hemangiosarcoma, the horrible silent cancer that shows up out of nowhere.

I knew I had to make the decision no dog owner ever wants to make, but it was the right thing to do for my beautiful girl. I couldn’t watch her suffer, so Sarah said “take her home and I’ll come tomorrow” so Andi could sleep in her own bed.

We went home and she looked at me expectantly, like “What now?” I asked her if she wanted to take another ride and oh, she was so excited! Ears perked up, her little forehead wrinkles popped out. So we loaded up gear and went aurora chasing last night. We stayed out for hours. She sniffed all kinds of new things, she had her picture taken in front of Lady Aurora, we had convenience store pizza and she ate a chicken salad croissant. Then we heard the VelocisaurusRex scream that we found a few months back, and Andi said, “Get in, Mom! It found us!” and we headed for home.

Today, she spent most of it sleeping and being loved before the moment came for her to join my Mom and the rest of the OGs. I think pieces of my heart went with her.

I will miss you, my sweet girl. I will love you forever, Andi. 💔

11/11/2025

Remembering all the veterans who served, including my Papaw (Mama’s Dad) and my Great Papa (Mama’s maternal Grandpa). Papaw was an Air Force MP during the Korean War, stationed in Germany, and said he chased more fräuleins than bad guys! Great Papa was only 19, married only six months before he left for WWII. He was an Army Air Force S/Sgt aerial gunner in the tail-position of the B-25 Mitchell Medium Bombers of the 321st Bomb Group, 446th Bomb Squadron.

Share your veterans with us and if they’re still with us, thank you for your service. ❤️

Love
Angel Destiny 🌈

11/10/2025

UPDATE: We made a new post. Sweet Andi went to the Rainbow Bridge yesterday. The new post explains everything. Thank you all for your prayers. 💔

My sweet sister, Andi, isn’t feelin’ too good. She’s gettin’ older, 11, and slowing down, but lately hasn’t been eating. Mama made her chicken and rice and veggies but will only eat the chicken IF Mama feeds her by hand. Last night, she ate it all but spit out the carrots! Please keep her in your prayers.

Love
Angel Destiny 🌈

11/09/2025

Remember when Charlotte was so little she fit perfectly between the Littles? Still a perfect fit, she said, just a little bigger. ❤️

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Angel Destiny 🌈

11/08/2025

Now this is my idea of happiness. What’s yours?

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Angel Destiny 🌈

11/07/2025

Running into the weekend like Charlotte! Go greased lightning! ⚡️

Love
Angel Destiny 🌈

11/06/2025

Mama here. I am by no means a die-hard Swiftie but I do like her music and “The Fate of Ophelia” is on constant replay in my brain, much like being rickrolled by “Never Gonna Give You Up”.

The quintessential ear worm, I think one reason I like Ophelia so much is it made people actually look up Shakespeare and it’s an homage to her love story with Travis Kelce. And I do love a great love story!

Given all that, I’m in my Jeep, running errands, and Taylor and I are belting out Ophelia; she in tune and me, well, I’m belting at the top of my lungs! I’m as uncoordinated as a kangaroo drinking whisky and can’t dance worth a flip but still sitting in the driver’s seat doing her dance — hand gestures and all — and vibing like nobody’s watching.

Only there WAS someone watching! I glanced over during my seat shimmy to see a young Swiftie watching me intently. Then she smiles and throws up heart hands! I grinned in response, threw up my heart hands, and we went our separate ways as the light changed.

The world may be a crazy place and lots of sad stories abound, but for one moment in time, all was made right in the world by Taylor Swift, a youngster, and a pair of heart hands. 🫶🏼

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Ten simple words

Hi, I’m Destiny the Pibble. I’m a six-years-old girl pibble, finally old enough to drive, but Mama still won’t let me! I was found staggering down a busy street in Tulsa, OK and brought to the local shelter. I was terrified and hungry and, well, I was a pit bull in a shelter filled with healthy, happy ones unlike me. That day, as I sat in the kennel arriving only hours before, a chance encounter with an eight-year-old little girl who said ten simple words changed my life forever!

That day, my life began for real. The little girl, Destiny, changed the course of what could have been. She saved my life.

Since Mama took me home, I’ve used my good fortune and social media to help raise thousands of dollars for dogs in need, especially pit bulls. I’ve used my voice to rally my Pibble Posse to make a difference in this world. I’ve had people come up to Mama and me and tell us, “I never thought about fostering before until I read about Destiny…” or “I was always afraid of Pit Bulls before I met Destiny.”

Mama said when a lot has been given to you (and I’ve sure been given a lot!), you should use it for good and that’s what we are trying to do by the good fortune that’s shined on us. Mama said that’s not good grammar, but I told her I was writing this, so there.

My favorite thing in the world to do is hug Mama and give her big, sloppy kisses. That’s when we have our “talks” and I ask her questions or help her work out problems. She said I’m the best hugger in the world and a really smart Pibble. I also love Jazzy the Amazing Wiener. She’s my tiny little Dachshund sister that loved me from the first time I walked into Mama’s house. She was loud and quite opinionated (translate that to bossy!), but I loved her a lot and sure do miss her ‘cuz she became an angel (with horns) in April 2017. I also love zoomies, ice cream, and chasing that dagnabit backyard squirrel, not necessarily in that order.

I have five sisters: Katie the Doberman, she’s the oldest and super bossy; Xena the Pit Bull, she’s next oldest and sugary sweet; Maggie Monster, and her name says it all; and Andi Dandi, she was skinny like me, only 29 pounds when Mama drove 5 hours to save her. We gots a houseful of girls. Talk about attitude – whew!

In 2018 I was diagnosed with an incurable autoimmune disease called Masticatory Muscle Myositis. Now that’s a mouthful! It’s a horrible disease ’causing my head and jaw muscles to atrophy. Once Mama suspected my condition, she jumped into high gear and found a dogtor who could help me. I go see Dogtor Lori Freije at South Memorial Animal Hospital in Tulsa where I get akypuncture, Chinese meds, and lottsa love. Thank Dog I’m no longer on prednisone ’cuz I gots tired of peeing all the time! Thankfully, Dogtor Lori believes I’m in remission. Woohoo!

My goal for my blessed little life is to keep helping Pibbles and other doggies in need, just like someone helped me.

If you’d like to read my full story, visit tylerdog.com/destiny