Likes: S-W-I-M-M-I-N-G! Show me a puddle of water and I want to get into it...!
Pet-Peeves: I don't like the Thunder Monster. That thing scares me and I want to hide in the bath tub behind the curtain. If I can't see it, it can't see me! When my pawrents use stuff like spray bottles with glass cleaner or so, I will go beserk.
Favorite Toy: Fluffies! I like fluffy toys, but now with my arthritis and all, Mickey is so quick stealing them from me.
Favorite Food: Mmmmh, beef, lamb, Moehrchen, and all the stuff I don't get.
Arrival Story: In 1997, when we lived in El Paso, TX, we decided to go to PetsMart one day to get a few items for our katz Nogie. However, strolling through the store, we saw all the cute dogs and cats, which were on adoption display that day. Lucky was all by himself in a cage, lying down with a pitiful look on his face.
I had never seen a dog like him before, or at least not up close, so this fur ball looked rather interesting. I thought, Lucky was the cutest thing, I'd ever seen. He had a very strange appearance with his (blue merle) color pattern and obviously clipped hair.
There was a family with kids, who wanted to adopt Lucky, so we decided not to compete with them (since a dog wasn't planned until after the military , u-hu!) we decided however, to check again the following day.
Lucky came home with us the next day after the family had backed out. We learned that Lucky was 7 months old, an Aussie/Border Collie mix and that we were his 4th set of parents, since everyone else had brought him back. Obviously, he was too hyper, jumped 6 foot fences, opened doors (?), and did other unpleasant stuff.
The poor thing needed some time before he trusted us that we would not return him, too...and he was very stressed out. We never crated him - probably a mistake - but I wanted to be able to trust him without locking him up while we were out of the house. He chewed through a lot in the first weeks...
Lucky stayed with us...obviously. We had a great time with him over the years. As an Aussie, during the following years he did not always get the life he should have had...being outdoors most of the day and running his energy off constantly. Despite that I would say, he had a good life and we loved him very, very much. Still do. We miss him greatly but know that he is still supervising all of us from above.
Bio: Lucky Is Also A Mo-tified Lifesaver.
While we lived in Turkey, he learned to love swimming in the (Aegean) Sea. One day, we were all at a small bay-like beach, where Craig went out to snorkel. Lucky was at my side on the rocks, when Craig decided to dive a little. Lucky, all of a sudden not seeing his Daddy anymore, jumped into the water and swam out towards the spot where Craig had been...paddling his feet like RoadRunner. He must have thought that Craig was drowning. I was so proud of my furry child!!! I can't even begin to explain!
Anyway, Craig did come close to "drowning", when Lucky climbed onto his shoulders while he was about to surface again. He had no clue that his canine was even close and trying to "save his life"...so feeling "grabbed" all of a sudden startled the heck out of him to put it mildly.
Me... I was still proud of my SuperHerdingDog, who was so worried about his Daddy Sheep!!!
-Nogie, my older non-mouser bro,
-Mickey Blue Eyes, my younger Aussie/Husky bro
-Red River Willie, that big reddish bunny-eared thang that calls himself a Gaited Hunting Mule
- Daisy & Hidey & Fraidy, the outdoor mousers, who took over MY study room during this cold weather for warming up. And there is Garfield, the Warrior Katz, but he only shows up every so many weeks now.
I LOVE TO:
-clean Mickey's "Oehrchen" (ears). I can tickle his brain with my tongue!
- toss my dry food when I dislike it, and then "herd" it into a nice pile.
- chase Nogie through the house.
- roll on the floor and snort
A big, woofy hug for everyone on Dogster. Even those, who do not know me - yet.
Hey, even for the Kittehs on Catster. ;-)
I am so happy to be part of this big furmily. It's the next best thing to my furmily at home.
Yes, I can say that, because I know that my hoomins understand.
One would think that here at the Rainbow Bridge it would be a piece of cake to have access to the magic box to reply to nice mail and get to all announcements. Oh nooo...there are some little angel furballs who hog the puters constantly. There is actually a particular angel furbie gang, who kidnap the puters...so to bark.
Anypoo, my hoomin Mama and her constant puter problems came to an instant still stand, when the "not-so-magic" box broke down. Howl, howl! (That were my Mama's sounds...kind of, haha). So I was out of luck there, too.
On Patrick's Day she got a new cyber box. But I had been without any access to the invisible grid.
Sooo, dearest Furbies, thank Y'all for all the congrats and greetings for my birthday, anniversary and Dog of the Day ( I am Superdog - Woof) honors. I am humbled and incredibly happy about such display or furiendship and thoughtfulness. The special piccies I received only top all the previous. Thank you woofy much. I almost wagged my tail off!
DOGSTER, You Rock! Dawgies, you make Dogster rock!
Yeah, and the Kittehs make Catster rock. Don't want to leave anyone out.
Woof! Today is my first yahrzeit/anniversary at the Bridge. Holy Milk Bone, that time went by fast!
I know that my furmily is thinking of me today (I can feel it) and Mama is crying (I can smell her tears), but I want everyone to be happy for me. Now I have a sorrow and pain free life!
Enjoy your memories of me, as I enjoy thinking of every minute I spent with each of you. I will always stay close to you - in your heart. And if you sometimes feel a tiny little headache, that might have been me, giving you a not so gentle head bonk. You know me...you are all sheep and I am the herding dog.
I have had a great time since I came to the Bridge!
So many wonderful furries of all kinds here. So many to herd, haha! Yeah, once a control freak, always a control freak. Can't do nothin' about that one.
Seriously, the Bridge is a place made in Heaven (no pun intended). We all get along great. And it is sooo beautiful here.
I have been trying out my green thumb (uh, whatcha call it? green digit?) and buried various milk bones in all kinds of special mixes of soil to grow a Milk Bone Tree and start a business. Well...needless to say, it has not worked out yet. I don't know whether it is simply impossible, or if the crux is that little pug, who I caught digging up some bones??!
Maybe I have to stick to my Officer In Control Of Everything job. I love it dearly.
So, watch out all you flying furries, Officer Lucky is on patrol!