Maisy Doodle

Chihuahua/Yorkshire Terrier
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Home:Port Orchard, a  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 8 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 1-10 lbs

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Wild Flower, Dude, Doodle, Carmie

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:
-mutt-dog rescue

Gotcha Date:
January 22nd 2011

July 1st 2008

dancing in the rain, open fields, electric blankets, open car windows

Children, loud noises or music, yelling, speeding while in the car

Favorite Toy:
The Cat (:

Favorite Food:
Little Smokies for training

Favorite Walk:
To the Beach

Best Tricks:
We are just working on sit for now.

Arrival Story:
Nobody knows my real story, because its a secret that only I keep. My friend Hannah found me locked in a hall closet at a crash house when she picked up a friend from a party. I was so scared, and I growled and snapped. But somehow she saw through that bluff and scooped me right up. She waded through the people, holding my tightly to her chest, talking to strangers and looking around until she found the owner of the house. He didn't even know how long I had been there! Hannah told him I was coming with her, and marched me right out of there. I didn't like people, but I guess Hannah's okay. She takes me everywhere, so I am starting to learn that most people are nice too! She says we are off on a grand adventure: to college, traveling, and success. At night she whispers to me that we are off to do bigger and better things one day. And best of all, she promises to never leave me behind (:

Forums Motto:
Its an Adventure!

I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 4th 2011 More than 5 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Off To Bigger and Better Things

The Day is Done

March 10th 2011 3:41 pm
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Today was a good day, because I did my job well.

Hannah slept through her alarm, woke up late, lost her keys, found out her car was broken, missed the bus, flunked a test she had stayed up all night studying for, missed a doctors appointment, forgot about dinner with her parents, tripped on the driveway and skinned her knee, got laid off, somehow broke the kitchen sink, and then cried when she accidently filled my food bowl with cat food.

When she turned around to cry, I was standing there quietly and with the last dose of Hope that could be found in the whole apartment. I timed it perfectly, so I could be there right when she needed me the most. Now we are curled up under an electric blanket with a cup of coffee and a rawhide chew. "Don't worry," I tell her with each tail wag. "We are on to bigger and better things."


Something New In The Air

March 7th 2011 8:14 pm
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And so today, with the sun on my back and my new collar on, with a fully tummy and lolling tongue, with a timid shiver and one bbackward glance, I stuck my head out the window in the car and let the wind wipe all my troubles away.


A Gift

March 5th 2011 12:15 pm
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I don't like meeting new people. Hannah knows that, but she always tricks me into social situations anyway. Its like she is trying to get me used to strangers or something. YUCK.

I bounced out the door excitedly, because I thought we were just going for a walk. Or to the park. The car was an okay option too, so I leapt in. I accidently forgot that the last car ride resulted in a groomer.

Hannah stopped to pick up our neighbor Barb but it was okay. I know Barb. I even like her. She's nice and she usually has a dog treat for me.

When we parked I was glad that Hannah didn't leave me, but instead scooped me up in her arms. Sometimes I am so excited to not get left behind, that I forget that going with her only means meeting new people.

Hannah and Barb marched right into a hair salon. Barb sat in a chair on the other end of the room and Hannah sat on a chair near the door. I curled up tightly in her lap while she read her magazine and pretended I was sleeping. I was actually spying on everybody in the room.

A horriably dangerous woman loomed behind the desk, clicking away secreet messages (no doubt to her pack that were right outside waiting to attack) on her computer. A shifty man with an evil gleam in his eye chopped away at a young womans head with sharp metal objects, surely designed to inflict only pain and suffering! Even the woman in the chair clutched a large bag, ovbiously stuffed full of bricks to bombard us with at any second!

I tried to warn Hannah with a little growl. She's so dense sometimes! As if it wasn't clear that out lives were in grave danger. Hannah shushed me. I closed my eyes tightly and lay down because it was to painful to watch the horror that I felt was sure to unfold at any moment.

A elderly lady slunk up into the chair next to us, sniffing us over while preparing to consume us, I'm sure. I growled when she smacked her lips at me and flasehd her pearly white teeth. When Hannah shushed me again, I moved to the other side of Hannah's lap begrudingly and curled up tightly. Hannah, senseless as usual to the danger, spoke a little to the woman. They both looked at me and Hannah pat me. The lady reached out for me slowly, but I wanted nothing to do with her. The lady turned away.

While Hannah read, the lady quietly put her hand on the armrest betweeen the chairs. I could smell her from where I was laying. She smelt like skittles and coffee. I edged one centimeter closer but then turned away.

The lady let her hand come an inch closer, her palm outstretched with a treat on it. I cowered, watched her for a moment, then grabbed the treat and turned away.

Next she moved her hand right next to me! I turned my head away and lowered my head, wanting to pretend this woman wasn't there. But she began to pet me before I could object.

I was so shocked to have the stranger be so gentle, that I held very still and let her rub my back some more. When she stopped, I looked around the hair salon. The barbor seemed happier now, and the girl in the chair looked a little less dangerous. The woman behind the desk seemed jolly, and I saw the cup of dog treats on the counter that she had offered to the old lady.

The elderly woman was reading her own magazine now, and i watched her out of the corner of my eye. I was still scared, but I didn't think she was going to hurt me. Then carefully, slowly, I stood up in Hannah's lap, leaned over into the lady's seat, and licked her hand. I haven't ever done that to a stranger before.

I'm learning. Learning all the time.

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