Yorkshire Terrier
Picture of Fidget, a male Yorkshire Terrier

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Home:Los Angeles / Silverlake, CA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 18 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 1-10 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Fidget

Monster, Fidgey, Moppy, Hoover (after the vacuum), SFC ("small, furry creature")

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

September 3rd 1998

kissing faces and nibbling ear lobes

early morning walks in the rain

Favorite Toy:
The one at the bottom of the toy basket

Favorite Food:

Favorite Walk:
Down and around the corner to visit his friend Princess

Best Tricks:
rollover, speak, sneeze, dance, tunnel

I've Been On Dogster Since:
January 21st 2005 More than 12 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Being a Puppy is Hard Work

Alert! Alert! New puppy in the house!

February 26th 2006 10:09 pm
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I couldn't believe my eyes at first. Then I smelled it. It was that undeniable new puppy smell. Fine. I can handle this just like I did all the other four-legged visitors. No biggie.

Staying?!? No way. Nuh uh. This is MY house. These are MY humans.

She's a girl?!? Maybe she can stay a little while...


Surgery...what I remember

September 10th 2005 8:57 pm
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Well, let's see. I remember being really sick, like barf-city everywhere. I thought Mommy was gonna cry cause I was making such a mess. Or maybe she'd make Daddy clean it up!

Apparently, you're not supposed to swallow your furry toys...even if they look yummy. So off we went to the doctor's and they played with me and made me squirm a lot cause my tummy hurt. They told Mommy and Daddy that I had to be opened up to get the toy out but that I wouldn't feel a thing and they would take good care of me.

That's about all I remember one week after surgery. That and the name of my new favourite friends. Their names are Fentanyl and Morphine. I don't get to see them much these days, but they were my best friends during the operation and my recovery.


So what's the big deal about clothes?

March 28th 2005 9:15 pm
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I've got this awesome fur coat. It can be a little "fragrant" from time to time, but Hey! That's just my personal scent! I like it!

When I was a puppy, Mommy thought I was cold nearly all the time. So she started making me wear sweaters or shirts. Whatever makes her happy and keeps the treats coming - okay by me! But lately, I got to thinking. I've got plenty of clothes now. (You should see all my clothes hanging in the closet.) How can I convince Mommy that enough is enough and the money spent on clothes would be better spent towards liver snacks!? I'm open to suggestions if you've got any. :)

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