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Age: 11 Years Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Leave a bone for Noah
Nicknames:
Bear, No, Noah-bear
Quick Bio:
Likes:
snow, playing with his ball, his purple dinosaur stuffy, chewing on the cats, playing outside with his friends
Pet-Peeves:
pretzels, when anything makes noise during "quiet time", when his friend Rupert sticks his whole head down his throat
Favorite Toy:
purple squeaky stuffed dinosaur, ball, squeaky stuffed apple
Favorite Food:
roast beef, chicken, bacon, spaghetti, macaroni and cheese
Favorite Walk:
either to the hill where he plays ball, or High Park here in Toronto
Best Tricks:
bringing his ball "closer" when he wants it thrown/kicked, high five, where's the cat?
Arrival Story:
I had grown up with Samoyeds, and knew that was the dog I wanted when I got my own. I did my research, and after one non conception from the breeders, I got the notice that the puppies had been born. Noah came from Vanderbilt Kennels in Millbrook Ontario, and his breeders had wanted to keep him except he only had one testicle descended. So he became my Noah-bear, and is spoiled rotten. His first day home, I had gone to work, and my boss came in, asked where the puppy was, and then sent me home from work to get him. When I came back with a tiny furry snowball, she imediately told me that her family had to meet him, and I was coming with her. I left work 4 hours early so my boss could show off my puppy.
Bio:
He knows he's pretty, so if we walk by reflective surfaces ( doors, mirrors, etc) he stops and looks at himself. He loves his cats, and while he chews on them sometimes, and occasionally they smack him when he's not looking, they do cuddle together from time to time when they think no one is watching.
And while he loves his cat sisters, they get him in trouble. Recently I came home after working an overnight anchor shift (I work at a radio station) to discover one of the cats had knocked over a can of paint in my kitchen. The lid came off. Nothing like working all night, coming home at 9 am and finding a green and white Samoyed.
I've Been On Dogster Since:
| January 11th 2005 |
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More than 7 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
105999
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January 11th 2005 10:38 am
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You know, considering we live in Canada, you would think there would be more snow. Anytime I go out for a walk, I keep hoping for piles of the white stuff, but so far, there's just a little ground cover. I want to chase snowballs!
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