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Age: 12 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Butchie, mom's peanut butter and smelly sammich

Quick Bio:

April 19th 2004

Cheese, it's all about the freakin' cheese

Being ignored. Play fetch with me, dangit!

Favorite Toy:
My rubber fetch bonz!

Favorite Food:
Cheese. Didn't you hear me the first time??

Favorite Walk:
Wherever my beloved mommy goes, I go!

Best Tricks:
Looking handsome. But that's not a trick, really; just genetic good luck!

Forums Motto:
Seriously, scratch my butt!

The Groups I'm In:
**HANG~N~WITH THE BIG DOGS**, College Football Fans, DAWGS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN!, Becky & Boys, DAA: Dogsters with Aggression, Dogster and Catster Pawrents Fitness Pals, Home Cooked Food and Recipes, Jodidogs Support, PARADISE, Pets from the Past, President Isabel's Animal Abuse Commission, Puppilicious, Sassy and Rusty's Wedding Group, Spike's Fan Club, Survivor : Canis Islands, The Cheesecakes, The circle of friends, The Dogster Force, TRI-CITIES

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Please pray for our daughter


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My Guestbook:

I've Been On Dogster Since:
January 27th 2005 More than 12 years!

I Was In The:
See me in Dogster's 2005 Holiday Picture Party!
♥Mom♥ 2005 Mother's Day Stroll!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Butch's Barkings

Catching Up

March 13th 2009 8:27 am
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A lot has happened since I last checked in. Fall came, then winter. We had a fun tailgating season for six weekends up in Pullman (now, the football part was painful this year, I must admit). I was molested (in a good way) by several cheerleaders and dance team members. I sliced open my paw pad, suffering excruciating pain and milking it for every last drop of sympathy. And we moved out of the schtoopid little condo and into our new house, which took them precisely eight months to build.

Regarding the latter, I'm digging the new digs. There is a park across the street where I can pee and poop and sniff people. I have a dog door, complete with my own circular steps (mom says you should have seen the contractor's face when asked to construct them -- steps....for a DOG???); however, until we get some grass of our own I must continue to use the park as my personal potty place.

And the boy is coming home today for a week, spring break says mom. Can't wait to see him!

Well, I rambled, but it's been a while. So, until next time, I say...




Not sure what is wrong with me....

September 4th 2008 7:09 pm
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For the past few days, mom and dad have noticed a couple of troublesome things. First, mom left me a milkbone on the bed before she left for work, but could not coax me up. Thinking that I would get it later, she left. 9 hours later, it was still there.

She throws my favorite frisbees, but I refuse to chase them anymore. I just stare at them as they land.

Finally, she and dad got the RV ready for this weekend's football game. Usually, I am all about getting in the RV and laying on the couch. But I did not want to crawl up the stairs to get inside. Dad has to coax me in, coax me out.

Maybe it's my hips. Heck, I'm only 4 1/2. This is really worrying the mommy and daddy. Time to call the vet and get an appointment.

Sadly, I say Out.



Skunk 1, Butch 0

August 31st 2008 10:44 am
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So, late last night, the daddy is getting ready to go to bed. The mommy has been sound asleep for hours.

"Would you like to go outside, Butch?" the daddy asks. Well, of course, any opportunity to pee is a good opportunity.

We go out on the back lawn, which is across the street from the golf course. I sniff, pee on a bush, and then.....come face to face with a skunk. As you might recall from my July 19 diary entry, we have discovered there are skunks in this neck of the woods.

The little #$%%^ trespasser snuck right up on me. Dad yelled for me to come, but this time, I was too curious. So much for the neighbor lady who told dad the other day, "That dog is really well trained." Nope, I was not listening to the daddy, I was trying to make the acquaintance of one Pepe Le Pew.

And pew is true, as he sprayed. I finally realized that perhaps this was not fun and games. I slunk back in the house with dad, we woke poor mommy up so that we could have a family bathtime, at nearly midnight.

And now, the house STINKS. Dad is de-smelling it with white vinegar. Mommy and daddy will look twice from now on before letting me exit the house at night.



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