Likes: I am a shoe fiend! Socks are awesome, too. I also really like being outdoors and in the midst of all the fun little and big creatures out there. The world is full of things to chase! I love attention, and meeting other dogs who love to RUN!
Pet-Peeves: Squirrels!! and Rabbits! and anything small and wiggly. Getting my nails clipped is a bummer, too.
Favorite Toy: My Jolly Ball. It's big and red and tough, and has a handle so I can carry it around.
Favorite Food: I'm pretty open minded about food, so if you have something you want me to try, hand it over - no need to tell Mom.
Favorite Walk: My favorite walk is a RUN.
Best Tricks: I can climb trees. I can jump like a bionic squirrel. The first time my Mom saw me do either of these things her jaw dropped. I'm a natural. ;-)
Arrival Story: Owie had been turned in by his previous home and was headed down a dark road when he was taken in by a local rescue organization. (Thank you!). He came to stay with us temporarily while he recovered from heartworm treatment and then we would help find him a good home. Well, we found him a good home with us! We could not give him up once we got to know him. It's been happily ever after, and we are some lucky humans.
Bio: We've never met a dog who stretches like Owen! His stretches forward, stretches back, stretches often... what better name to add to "Owen" than the master of all that's yoga, Yogi! What a limber dog.
Forums Motto: Fun, Food, and the Pursuit of Squirrels.
Sometimes I get free haircuts. They seem to be at will, although I've noticed a pattern. Yes, dogs have a scientific side and can notice patterns. There's a pattern that goes with my Mom picking up a pair of scissors and saying something like, "Come here, Cutie!" That's how my new look usually starts.
Before the scissors get involved, I'm usually outside. And occassionally I pick up knick knacks from the bushes and weeds. Small green burrs shaped like seeds, big fluffy burrs (those hold on really well), and other various burrs - they are all beautiful and spice up my look when I wear them in my furr. Mom pulls them out. She's gentle, but what's she got against a dog wearing a little bling? The ugly part is that it's the ones that get in my longer furr that won't come out. I don't have a lot of long furr, but it tends to grow on top of my ears and on my tail. Two months ago I got an ear trim. Today it was the tail. I have to be honest, it isn't pretty. And my furr doesn't grow back so fast.
But there you have it. I like the lady anyway, and I can do without the burrs.
I have two words to woof to you. DOG. PARK. Holy Fun Time Batman, that's good stuff.
Today we slept in until 6am. That takes patience for a dog like me, waiting to go to a dog park for the first time. This Saturday was a very special day for me and the peeps had to sleep until the sun was almost up!
There was a bumpy road that led to lots of doggood grassy, hilly, open-ness. While I was in the car I yelled at another dog in her car. Mom scowled at me. WHAT? But the other dog turned out to be pretty cool when I met her nose to nose in the parking lot.
Then, we stepped into heaven. There were other dogs and people and some of us walked together and played and I ran and ran and ran.
Now we are back at home and my tummy is filled with breakfast (Yum-mie, Honest Kitchen goodness) and I am going to nap for a while. Happy Saturday, everyone!
So, my mom started making all these sneezy coughing sounds and carrying around a box of tissues. At first it was fun to have her home, but she isn't going many places other than home. Ho-hum. This morning she did take me to the park when it was quiet and we walked for a while, but usually she runs and plays and today she just kind of walked around and moaned occassionaly. Give me back my Mamma!