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Age: 4 Years Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Leave a bone for Spencer
Nicknames:
Bubba, Penna, Penter, Spence, Pooper Head
Doggie Dynamics:
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Quick Bio:
Likes:
Hugs, going for walks, treats
Pet-Peeves:
When Sydney setals his toys
Favorite Toy:
Cuz Dinosaur, stuffed Bees
Favorite Food:
Lamb Lung, Chicken Strips, Carrots, Apples, Cucumber, Peppers, Peanut Butter in his Kong
Favorite Walk:
At the Arboretum in Ottawa or on any trails where there is lots to sniff.
Best Tricks:
High 5, Roll Over, Sit Stay, Wait until released
Arrival Story:
We had been looking for a dog for a long time. We finally bought a house last summer and decided that it was now time to get one. My boyfriend found an article in the news paper for Beagle puppies for sale. We went to see them that night and came home with Spencer.
Bio:
When Spencer was just a pup (before we got him) he got outside and the tip of his tail froze. It ended up falling off just before we got him so he now has a shorter tail than most Beagles. I guess it just makes him Unique.
Forums Motto:
Spoiled Spencer
The Groups I'm In:
☞Snoop Dog Beagleys, DAWGS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN!, Beagle Buddies, Beagles R Us, Canadian Beagles, For the Love of Beagles, Ottawa Dogster Network (ODN)
I've Been On Dogster Since:
| February 17th 2005 |
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More than 4 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
118965
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February 24th 2005 10:25 am
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I was being a really good boy this morning when my mommy was getting ready for work, I wasn't bugging her at all. I was just playing with my toys in the living room when I came across a box. I figured that it must have been a gife for me if it was on the floor. As I examined it closer, I noticed that there was some white stuff sticking out the top. It was almost like the rolls of paper that I so love to destroy, even tasted the same, but was a bit bigger. As I pulled on the white thing, more and more just kept coming out. It was great. Once I got my gifts out of the box, I decided to make them smaller. That way, I had a hundred times more of them. My mommy didn't seem too happy when she came into the room. She took the box away from me and kept sticking her fingers in my mouth saying "give it" over and over again. I wish I knew what this "give it" really meant.
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