February 21st 2013 1:39 pm
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Today I am 7 years old. I was born on February 21, 2006 at the Humane Society Calumet Area in Munster, Indiana. I was adopted out as a puppy to a family, and returned back to the shelter system in June 2009. Then the Mom and the Dad and the Dixie adopted me in September 2009.
I had an astonishing connection to my new family. Dixie was also adopted from Humane Society Calumet Area, in September 2008. During the summer of 2008, my new family lost their two beloved Goldens, Remo the Red and LuckyLucy, to kidney failure and cancer. Dixie was adopted to fill their void--to be a companion to the remaining Chicago Crew member, their beloved Bulldog, WINston XXLP.
Now to the astonishing part... WINston XXLP, as you might know, went to the Bridge quite suddenly just three weeks after Dixie came to live with him. After the Mom and the Dad adopted me, they found out that I was born on WINston XXLP's 9th Birthday!!! We both share February 21st! So today we are be celebrating my 7th Birthday and WINston's 16th Birthday!! PupCakes for Everyone!!!!! Wooooooooooo Arrrrroooooooooo!!!!!
April 16th 2013 12:34 pm
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Well, this is a fine kettle of fish... I've got this snotty-nose pup horning in on my family! But I'm getting mine back... Last night he was laying on the living room floor so I Mounted him! And later, when he wasn't looking, I took MY moose stuffie back into the bedroom. He has all the Chicago Crew's toys--he doesn't need MINE!
The bedroom is MY domain. The Mom and Dad don't let him in there or up on the Princess Bed. He has his own room. It's called a Crate. He got a time-out in it yesterday when he wouldn't stop licking my ear even after I growled. And today he got another time-out when he growled when the Mom was trying to wipe his snotty nose. He'll learn.
But, I have to say, having this pup here has really shook things up. For the better. Everyone is smiling and laughing. And the Mom said my eyes are bright again, whatever that means. I guess he can stay.
August 18th 2013 12:02 am
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...Ernie's new rubber ball before he could!
The Dad had been tossing Ernie's new all-rubber (pink like an eraser) ball. It's "high bounce" & loads of fun (found it at Walgreen's, of all places). I was half-heartedly running along after Ernie to make sure things didn't get out of hand (they don't call me the "Fun Police" for nothin'). Hey, but at least I was running.
Ernie finally tired a bit & climbed up onto the Dad's lap to lay there & chew on his new ball. After a bit, Ernie let the ball loose. The Dad grabbed it & started saying "Burt, get the Ball? Burt! Burt! Get the Ball? Get It! Get It! Get It!" I came running over, so the Dad threw it, not expecting me to go after it.
Not only did I run after the ball while Ernie struggled to get out of the Dad's lap & give chase, I got to it first and grabbed it! Then I ran over to the back door with Ernie's ball still in my mouth. The Dad let me in, & I ran into the bedroom & up onto the bed, still carrying Ernie's ball!
I lay down and calmly let the ball drop between my front paws. Ernie paced the floor around the bed, back and forth, back and forth, not knowing how to get his ball back from me. I've been nabbing Ernie's favorite stuffies & Ernie nabs my favorites in the past few weeks, but this is the first time I nabbed one of Ernie's balls--and his new one, to boot! The Dad couldn't stop laughing... and I hope this has given you all a chuckle, too.