Benji


Chinese Shar-Pei [See My DogsterPlus Photo Book]
Picture of Benji, a male Chinese Shar-Pei

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Age: 6 Years   Sex: Male

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Special Gift Box:
The family of Walker , Alexandria,  Molly,  Pookah   , Edwina (Angel Eddy) DG#1 and more!
 

Nicknames:
Ben

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
February 12th 2008

Likes:
Benji likes anything. He a very good boy.

Pet-Peeves:
Cleaning his ears

Favorite Toy:
Any toy

Favorite Food:
Benji loves any food as long as he can eat it.

Favorite Walk:
He loves walks anywhere

Arrival Story:
Benji was born here at home with his beautiful sister Bella. When Benji was born I said to my husband that we are keeping him no matter what :) He loves everyone & loves to patrol our property. Not as loving as his sister but when Bella comes over to kiss us Benji is there too which is so good.

Forums Motto:
King of the Castle



I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 12th 2010 More than 4 years!

Stars Given In The Past Month:
Blaze


Special Gifts Given In The Past Month:
Lucas
Flicka ~ CGC
Alexandria


Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
1111451

for 2593 days


Meet my family
Miss BellaOur Angel
Prada
In Memory of
our Princess
Xena
Crystal
Jazmine

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MY LOVE FOR MY DOGS


MY LOVE FOR MY DOGS

December 11th 2012 3:14 pm
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MY LOVE FOR MY DOGS

I love my dogs
This is their home
From which I hope
They'll never roam.
They're faithful friends
I love them best
This is their home
You are a guest.
If dogs to you
Are just a peeve
Then by all means
Feel free to leave!!!

 

Bet You Can't Own Just One!

October 8th 2012 11:42 am
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Bet You Can't Own Just One!

Why own a dog? There's danger you know
You can't own just one, the craving will grow
There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger
While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.

One dog is so funny, and two are no trouble
The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey
The fifth's delightful, the sixth one's a breeze,
You find you can live with a house full with ease.

So how 'bout another? Would you really dare?
They're really quite easy, but Lord, the hair.
With dogs on the sofa, and dogs on the bed,
And crates in the kitchen, It's no bother, you've said,

They're really no trouble, their manners are great,
What's just one more dog, and one more crate?

The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty,
The floor is all footprints, the furniture is dusty,
The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few nose prints, and a little more hair?

So let's keep a puppy, you can always find room,
And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom,
There's hardly a limit to the dogs you can add,
The thought of a cutback sure makes you sad.

Each one is so special, so useful, so funny,
The vet, the food bills grow larger, you owe money,
Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay,
Except other dog folks, who live the same way.

Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead too,
But your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew,
There's dog food and vitamins, and training and shots,
And entries and motels which cost lots.

Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then your favorite dog comes and climbs in your lap,
His look says your special, and you know that you will
Keep all of the critters, in spite of the bill.

 

A Fall Song

September 17th 2012 2:34 pm
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A Fall Song

by Ellen Robena Field





Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, "Winter is near;"
And the brown nuts fall
At the wind's loud call,
For this is the Fall of the year.

Good-by, sweet flowers!
Through bright Summer hours
You have filled our hearts with cheer
We shall miss you so,
And yet you must go,
For this is the Fall of the year.

Now the days grow cold,
As the year grows old,
And the meadows are brown and sere;
Brave robin redbreast
Has gone from his nest,
For this is the Fall of the year.

I do softly pray
At the close of day,
That the little children, so dear,
May as purely grow
As the fleecy snow
That follows the Fall of the year

 
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