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Leave a bone for dolce bradley

Nicknames: dolcissimo, the big sh**, pretty boy, walking carpet, mr. underfoot

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 Quick Bio:
 Likes: sniffing, snuggling, being underfoot, barking at the dog next door (buddy), getting white hair on mommy's black clothes, having inappropriate gas, car rides, nipples, and staring at myself in the mirror

Pet-Peeves: any cleaning apparatus or product

Favorite Toy: dismembered parts (mostly heads) of former stuffed animals

Favorite Food: steak, though dogs smaller than me generally look pretty tasty....

Favorite Walk: the Douglas Family Preserve (leash free doggy park)

Best Tricks: remorse, brazen disregard for others' personal space

I've Been On Dogster Since:
| January 27th 2005 |
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More than 7 years! |

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id: 112155

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January 28th 2005 6:28 pm
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Today was a good day. First, the taller one stayed up all night, so when the shorter one left for work I got to crash in the bed with him all day, as he was too sleepy to notice, moreless kick me out. Later we all decided to go to the park. the taller one (TL) was jogging me, and the Shorter One (SO) was on a bike, tall bicycle. She whizzed by and taunted me, "Dolce, I'm beating you, I'm beating you, nahnahnahnah." So I made TO sprint to try and catch up, but four or five blocks later he burst a blood vessel in his lungs and let go of me. Then it turned out that SO was scared of giant animals rushing up behind her...she's not so good on a bike, frankly. Then we played all the usual park games, poop far from the trash can, stop and sniff every bush, try and eat the little yip yip dogs, get leashes wrapped around things, and so on. Then when we got home TO & SO tried to do ab-lifts and I bite their legs. It was a good day.
January 28th 2005 1:55 pm
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so the other day, i was sitting around, minding my own business and feeling gassy. i felt the need to relieve a little pressure, so i let one slip out, and something squeek-gurgled behind me! i got up right away and turned around, but the perpetrator had left. and then i left the room, because, frankly, it didn't smell so good in there anymore.
this happens to me every now and then. i wonder if my family got another animal. something small that likes to taunt me when i'm bloated. does this happen to anyone else?
January 28th 2005 1:37 pm
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well well. i always thought i was a person. everyone around me kept telling me that i was a dog, but i eat people food, i sleep in a people bed, and now i do people things... like have a home page. i feel that this is the online equivalent of peeing on something. i'm making my mark! the world is mine!
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