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Age: 8 Years Sex: Male Weight: 11-25 lbs
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Leave a bone for Wilbur
Nicknames:
Willie, Willibur, Demon, Devil Dog, Wills
Quick Bio:
Likes:
My sister Fiona - I love her so much. I can't understand why she doesn't feel the same way about me. Maybe if I chew on her some more she will come around.
Pet-Peeves:
Hmmm, I am a pretty happy dog. However, going potty outside is a foreign concept. Why would I go out there when I can go on the nice comfy carpeting. I just don't know why this upsets my mom and dad.
Favorite Toy:
My sister Fiona. I love to tug at her love handles. She is usally less than amused. I also love my Big Mean Kitty.
Favorite Food:
My sister's diet food. Basically, I have no choice, she eats all of my fattening puppy food.
Favorite Walk:
I don't walk, I prance. I have too much energy for walking. I love to play at the dog park though - running around with the big dogs is the best.
Best Tricks:
I can sit - actually my sitting is really lying down but to me it is the same thing.
Arrival Story:
After an exhaustive search to find a black pug, my parents found me at a breeder in Minnesota. I was such a little boy. However, they got an idea about my personality when I chased my sibilings tails (I was supposed to be a quiet, laid back dog according to the breeder). I was a perfect angel for the first weekend that I was at my new house. After that, I am now affectionately referred to as demon dog - I can't imagine why.
I've Been On Dogster Since:
| December 22nd 2004 |
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More than 7 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
100438
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December 28th 2004 5:55 pm
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Can I just say how tired I am of constantly throwing up? Which is not to say that I'm not always pleasantly surprised when there my dinner is right there on the floor for me to enjoy all over again, but still. Why can't I just feel better.
I have spent the past week in and out of the vet's office. I've been poked and prodded and probed in all sorts of unmentionable places. All I've gotten out of it is a can of some disgusting fish flavored food. Well, that and an enema.
Hopefully the medicine is finally working. I've been able to eat without wretching, and I even had enough energy to give my Big Mean Kitty doll the thrashing it deserves.
But now I'm tired, and am off to take a nap.
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