Blue Heeler/Standard Poodle
Picture of Tilly, a female Blue Heeler/Standard Poodle

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Home:Chicago, IL  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 12 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Tillymonster, Tillymo, Ti-mo, T, Puppy face, Tillerd, Ms. Tilly, The Tillinator, Snugglebug, Monkey, Silly McTillywigglebottom, GerTilla, Tilly Bear, Tillytoots, Puppy Pie, Little Love, Pupperdoo, A-Tilla the Honey, Babybear

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

Snuggling, running, being chased, agility class, her best buds, being brushed, tummy rubs and paw massages, diving in the snow (she's trying to make snow angels), rolling in mud puddles, eating toilet paper off the roll

The golf carts that drive through the park—they make her crazy!

Favorite Toy:
Anything squeaky

Favorite Food:
Eukanuba, peanut butter and bananas, toilet paper off the roll (she will not be convinced this isn't food!)

Favorite Walk:
Through the park past the zoo, especially when the cows and goats are out at the Farm in the Zoo. She's not quite sure what her instincts are telling her to do, but she loves to try to stare them down.

Best Tricks:
How do you do? (shake), Are you a dog or a wolf? ("Woof!"), the "Welcome Home!!!" dance, fetching each of her squeaky toys by name

Arrival Story:
I first met Tilly when she was in a little cage in a neighborhood pet store. I instantly fell in love, but because I did not think my life was right for a dog, I promised her that someone would come soon to take her home. I went back to check on her two weeks later and she was still there! She looked sad and dejected, no longer the happy and excited puppy I had met before. Her life seemed over. She had been in that cage for two whole months. It was at that moment I decided I had to fulfill my promise and be the one to take her home. I went back the next day and adopted her. It has been quite an adjustment, but she has brought so much love into my life that it has all been worth it.

Tilly is a blue heeler poodle mix (blue hoodle) and is probably part goat and part chimpanzee, too. She is a bundle of energy—unstoppable really. She loves to play fetch and be chased around the house (especially if she has stolen a sock or other item from the closet—she's figured out how to open the closet door!). When she settles down, she loves to snuggle on the couch while someone holds her rawhide bone while she chews it. She is a little sweetheart when she's not acting crazy. She will even climb up and wrap her long poodle legs around your neck to give you a hug and lick your ears and face.

Forums Motto:
Where there is mud, I must lie down.

The Groups I'm In:
wire-haired dog lovers and fuzzy faced friends

I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 14th 2005 More than 11 years!

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Bunny Breath

July 28th 2006 1:32 pm
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The other evening when Mom and I were out for our last walk of the day, I saw the coolest squeaky toy in the grass. I woundered what dog in his right mind would leave such a magnificent specimen behind. I went closer to investigate. Now imagine my surprise when I picked it up and instead of squeaking, it started to wiggle! I didn't know what to do. Mom yelled and I dropped it right away. "Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!" Mom kept saying as the not-so-squeaky-but-really-rather-wiggly toy lay there in the grass. It stopped wiggling for a while, then it finally turned over. It seemed far more upset than any squeaky toy I'd ever seen before. Then it darted away. It was so amazing! I had no idea they could do that!


Dread End

April 19th 2006 10:13 am
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Mom decided I needed to be primped and preened the other day. She said that my sticky-outy hairdo had taken on a mind of it's own, and that mind was somehow related to the ghost of the legendary Bob Marley. So she popped in the Rasta Mon's CD, picked up her puppy pruning sheers and went to town. Inspired by the lyrics, "Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight..." I squirmed and shifted, making the trim a difficult task for Mom who tried to soothe me with, "Oh, little Tilly, don't shed no tears. No Tilly, no cry..."

The good news is my new 'do is definitely more manageable now.


I'm a sucker for slapstick!

February 20th 2006 9:27 pm
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Since this was a three-day weekend, Mom took the time to clean the place up a bit. One thing you should know about Mom is that when it comes to organizing, the more difficult she can make it, the more productive she seems to feel about it. What I’m trying to say is that her goal of emptying a few boxes and sorting their contents for “keep” and “get rid of” somehow turned into rearranging the entire living room. This is among the very most boring activities for a dog, so I decided to invent a brand new game. Part of Mom’s process for cleaning and rearranging is to stand very still and look at the room, imagining where everything should go. I took these moments, when she was deep in trance-like thought, to quietly step up behind her, sit down gently about a foot away, and bark one really loud bark. HA! I scared the beejeezus out of her every single time! It was hilarious. Sometimes she’d squeal. Sometimes she’d say, “Stop it!!” Sometimes she’d just laugh at me. For added emphasis, later in the game I included a nose-to-bum nudge with the bark (timed in perfect unison), causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. Now that, my friends, is comedy. Hachacha!

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