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Photo Comments (1) "Me in my new Dr Seuss Collar."
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Age: 6 Years Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
Photo Comments "Is that a treat???"
Photo Comments "Me and Coffee in our new car. It's blue just like me!"
 Photo Comments (1) "I found out that not only does Colorado not have a single beach. (Not even an ocean!) But it gets a lot of snow. Good thing this place has excellent food and beds."
 Photo Comments (1) "My very first stuffie is squeaking! I am transfixed! I am mesmerized! I LOVE IT!"
 Photo Comments "I didn't realize there was something called "snow" in Colorado. I am not impressed. But at least I am handsome in my coat."
 Photo Comments "I'm getting very comfortable here!"
 Photo Comments (1) "Mom gave me a Kong. It smelled good, but I couldn't figure out what to do with it. Then I decided it was a pillow. Life in retirement is very confusing."
 Photo Comments "Me and my sister Coffee. Enjoying the pretty day."
 Photo Comments "See? I really am blue! Any my tail constantly wags. I am a happy boy." [See My DogsterPlus Photo Book]
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Leave a bone for Daytona
Nicknames:
Blue Man Chew, NoodleButt, Little Boy, Dogzilla
Birthday:
March 27th 2005
Likes:
He is still figuring out life in retirement, but he loves food. He discovered his first stuffy and has been transfixed! He loves them!
Pet-Peeves:
None. He's a happy goofball.
Favorite Toy:
A chicken stuffie that clucks. He played with it for two straight hours, drove Coffee and I crazy, and I finally took it away when the squeaker broke.
Favorite Food:
Everything!
Favorite Walk:
Around the neighborhood.
Best Tricks:
Sleeping.
Arrival Story:
Daytona's picture was on the Halfway Homes for Hounds website for several weeks. His description was tall, friendly and calm. It sounded like a perfect match for our pack. When I found out he was coming to Colorado for adoption, I started asking questions. It wasn't long before Coffee and I decided to add him to our pack. (About 10 minutes.)
Bio:
He raced in Daytona Beach, Florida. His record is surprisingly good! http://www.greyhound-data.com/d?z= D3kYDJ&d=j%27s+daytona&sex=&color= &birthyear=&birthland=
Forums Motto:
Whatsthatwhatsthatwhatsthatwhatsthat???
I've Been On Dogster Since:
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Dogster Id:
1055447
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February 15th 2012 9:31 am
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I celebrated Valentines Day by having a massacre.
I destroyed the following toys:
1 blue Screaming Monkey
1 pink Screaming Monkey (technically it belonged to Coffee but she was done
playing with it, and the screamer still worked.)
1 grunting white sheep
1 squeaking yellow duck
1 oinking orange piggy
This is the best holiday EVER!!
Love,
Daytona
October 4th 2011 1:01 pm
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THINGS MOM THOUGHT WE LEARNED THIS WEEK:
Do not chase geese.
Do not helicopter tail if there are small children with ice cream cones standing directly behind you.
Do not poop on someone’s carefully manicured and pruned rose bush.
Do not whine if mom leaves the car and only goes 10 feet away.
Do not snuggle so aggressively that you push your snuggl-ee off the couch.
Do not eat your sibling’s food.
Do not destroy your stuffie.
Do not wake mom up at 4:13am hoping to get an early breakfast.
Do not chase the neighborcat.
Do not eat people food.
Do not try to roughhouse-play with terrified little dogs.
Do not potty on the displays at a Meet and Greet.
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THINGS WE ACTUALLY LEARNED:
Geese are fun to chase! All that flapping! All those feathers!!! And best of all.. goose poo!!!
Kids are great! Wag your tail enthusiastically! If you get ice cream on your tail… lick your tail!! If the kid gets ice cream on her face…lick her face!
If you poop on a rose bush, mom will have to deal with a bunch of thorns while trying to scooper it without puncturing the poop bag.
She will fail. She will get a handful of poo. It will be funny!!
If mom leaves you in the car and steps an entire 10 feet away, the appropriate response is to WHINE loudly and let the whole neighborhood know that you are being cruelly abandoned by your mama and are dyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyying! She will tell you to shut up a couple of times, but she will eventually give up and come back. Remember: Whining Works.
Snuggling is a full contact sport, and if mom can’t handle it, then she belongs on the floor where we pushed her. (Just follow her onto the floor and snuggle here there too.)
Your sibling’s food is much, much, much better than your own.
If you destroy your stuffie, you get a brand new one then you can destroy that one too!
If you whine loud and long and sound extra pitiful at mom at 4:13am, and she gives up on going back to sleep, she will get her butt out of bed and get you breakfast early! Remember: Whining Works at all hours.
Next time you chase the neighborcat, run faster! We almost got him!! (Mom was doing a lot of yelling. I assume she was cheering us on?)
People food is delicious and if left unattended, it officially becomes greyhound food. That’s the rule.
Little dogs aren’t really terrified. That is part of the game. Also, they like getting stepped on.
If you wait until mom is distracted talking to someone, you can potty on a display at a Meet and Greet. Every other dog has pottied on it, so you should be able to also. You just have to do it fast before mom realizes what you’re up to.
Love,
Coffee & Daytona
August 26th 2011 10:06 am
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Dear Coffee,
I want to apologize for what happened Tuesday morning.
I wasn’t watching what I was doing and you know how sometimes I forget where my butt is.
Unfortunately, I didn’t realize you were sniffing the shrub where I decided to poop.
And since I had pooped three times already that morning, this time it was extra runny and stinky and gross.
Poop dripped down your ears and made a mess on your pretty pink collar.
I felt really bad when you kept whining in horror and disgust.
You kept trying to go to mom for comfort, but she wouldn't even let you snuggle. Something about smearing poop on her work clothes.
You had to walk into daycare with poop on your head, and Aunt DeAwna at The Comfy K9 had to clean you off.
I felt bad when everybody was laughing at you and your poopy collar and yourn poopy ears and your poopy forehead.
I am really, really, really sorry.
Please forgive me.
I'll be more careful next time.
I promise.
Love,
Daytona
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