Taylor


Basset Hound/Miniature Poodle
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Picture of Taylor, a female Basset Hound/Miniature Poodle

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Home:Portland, OR  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 5 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Nicknames:
"Cutie Patutie", "My Little Girl"

Likes:
Attention

Pet-Peeves:
To be left out of all the action

Favorite Toy:
Ninja Mouse with Ninja sounds

Favorite Food:
Deli meats

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere but the house

Best Tricks:
Being cute and coming when called

Arrival Story:
I got her as a puppy just a few months after my two dogs passed away in a fire. I held her and my heart began to pound; and not a second later I began to cry.

The Groups I'm In:
HYBRIDS of America

I've Been On Dogster Since:
December 24th 2004 More than 4 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
100839

Meet my Pup Pals


Butternut

Ben

Hugo

Tobey

Hannah

Shale

Roxy

♥RAIKO&
hearts;

♥BEBE~1
994-2003&heart
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♥SASSY&
hearts;

One Long Day


One Long Day


January 13th 2005 10:48 am
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Yesterday was the first day in over a month that I had to spend most of my day alone. My mommy was at work, school and lab. Okay, so I lied, I wasn't completely alone. I did have my two feline brothers, but like usual they were asleep. What is a puppy to do? That's easy to answer. I chew on my bones, play with everyone of my toys, drag my bed, drag the cat box, pull my leash off the table, last but not least, I go into our room and take my big stuffed Taylor dog off the dresser and drag him all over the place (We call him the big stuffed Taylor dog, because he looks like me). The funny thing is, I didn't feel like doing any of this. Maybe my mommy is right, I do make a mess, not to mention, I make my mommy mad and I love my mommy. The things you do for love. Instead, I sat on the couch looking out the window waiting for the time to pass and for my mommy to come home.
.......9 hours later.......
Who's that? Is it who I think it is? Yippie, it is. It's my mommy. Bye now.


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