Age: 16 Years Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
Leave a bone for Sarge
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May 19th 2000
He loves to chase squirrels, but he never catches em.
When the cats go in the feeding room
He's really not a toy kind of guy
He's not much of a walker anymore
Trying to convince us he's not really laying on the wrong side of the couch
Sarge is my ten-year old 3-legged rescued Pit Bull. We took him in when my son brought him home one day and told us his friend was going to have to surrender him to the animal shelter. I had no intention of taking in a one year old Pit Bull. I knew nothing about him and I already had a male Shih tzu that thought he ruled the house. I firmly told my sixteen year old son that there was absolutely no way we were taking that dog.
So.....long story short, we took Sarge into our home. Well....almost. At the time I informed him we could keep the dog, but we would have to build a kennel with a dog house and hay to keep him outside during warmer months. We had a nice fenced in yard, and I just knew it would work out perfectly. I also informed my son the dog was HIS responsibility and he would be expected to feed and walk him daily.....and pigs fly.
Sarge spent the first two days sitting right outside our picture window staring inside the house. It was the MOST pathetic image I have ever seen. Seriously, the dog never ventured away from the window, he just kept staring at us. I mean not occasionally, like when he was bored, it was all the freakin time.
After two days and a chewed up window frame, Sarge came inside permanently. He has been a fixture in our house ever since. We wouldn't have it any other way. He sleeps on our couch, slobbers on the cushions, and sits directly beneath you when you're trying to eat dinner while watching TV. I mean he sits so close, his nose is right up your crotch.
We love you ya big galoot.
We call him "triple stix"
He doesn't like to get his paws wet, if the grass is wet he will hold his piss for days.
He hates squirrels... and they hate him.
Sometimes he sneaks up on to the side of the couch he's not allowed to lay on. And when we catch him, he freezes, refusing to look at us....peering at us from the corner of his eye. Like if he doesn't move, we wont see him.
He has a lot of doggy nightmares. People who don't believe dogs dream, and therefore don't have a conscience, and therefore don't have a soul, and therefore won't go to heaven, need to come to my house and watch him sleep.
He likes bananas.
He likes beer. (and no...we don't give him beer, he steals it from other boaters at the sand bar)
He likes me better than he likes my husband.
He doesn't know what "do you gotta go potty" means. After ten years of asking him the same thing every morning, he still doesn't quite get it. He cocks his head, and looks at you like you're talking in the same garbled language as the "Charlie Brown teacher."
He knows what "Where's the squirrel?" means.
He can't catch ANYTHING in his mouth to save his life. He's like the kid on the block that never gets chosen in the neighborhood baseball game, because he can't catch worth shit. If you throw him a treat, it usually bounces off the top of his head, he eats it AFTER it has dropped to the floor.
He likes cats.
He loved his best friend Porky. (another stray cat we had taken in)
He tolerated our Shih tzu dog "Bubba"
He probably really likes my husband better than me.
He's the best dog ever.
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