Trouble


Dalmatian/Alaskan Husky
Picture of Trouble, a female Dalmatian/Alaskan Husky

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Home:Oshkosh, WI  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Trouble

Nicknames:
Trouble, enough said... :)

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-mutt-pound dog

Likes:
Getting into "trouble".

Pet-Peeves:
Not being able to go on the counters, in the litter boxes, attacking her older brother...

Favorite Toy:
Her older brother, Petey.

Favorite Food:
Trouble is simple, and loves Purina dog chow.

Favorite Walk:
Around the house, usually chasing Petey.

Best Tricks:
She melts...

Arrival Story:
Adopted her to keep Petey busy. Plus she was sooooo cute!

Bio:
Hyper dog.

Forums Motto:
"What can I get into now...?"

The Groups I'm In:
****Trouble-makers Anonymous****, Administrators of Catster & Dogster Groups, Dal Pals

I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 16th 2005 More than 9 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
118750


Meet my family
PeteyPudOliver

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So much to get into... So little time...!


Nibble, Nibble, my name is Trouble...

August 6th 2005 8:25 am
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I am finding soooo many things of my moms to chew on! Just last week she got really mad at me for wreaking a fish her brother bought her in Jamaica! She put me in the kennel for that one!
For some reason I am drawn to the dirty laundry basket.... Mom's socks smell really good to me after she has worn them! She gets mad because she has to buy new socks all the time!!!!
Gotta go though, to see what else I can get into!!!
Later-
"the nibbler"

 

February 2005

February 28th 2005 4:36 pm
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I am giving mom a run for her money... There are so many cool things to get into in my new home!

I have eaten so far this month:
One of moms wedding shoes (boy, was she mad about that!)
One cap off of a bottle of cooking spray (she'll be wondering where it was for awhile now.)
Ten or so kitty toys.
All of Petey's tennis balls.
A box of greeting cards, not yet used.
My blanket.
Daddy's shoelaces (from his work shoes.)
A pillow off of mom and dads bed.
Two of dad's sweatshirts.
A book that mom had been writing for a loooooooong time.
And a lot of other things.

I don't understand why mom and dad don't hit me when I eat their stuff. My last owners always did. They just tell me "NO!" and ask me to go in my kennel. I think I like this mom and dad better.

 
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