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Age: 12 Years Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Irwinski; The SKI, The Irwinator; Irwinkle; Skee-Wee
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December 31st 2002
Running after a tennis ball, going for a ride in the car (he has his own doggie seat belt), or curling up with me on the sofa.
When he has to stay at home alone. He looks at me like "why must you punish me?" He knows how to lay on the guilt.
Tennis balls. He had this big squeaky chicken with a goofy grin on its face. He finally chewed it up and hasn't loved any toy as much since. He got a "Hyperdog" slingshot thing - it hurls a tennis ball at top speed and he LOVES it!
He eats Kirkland's brand doggie food. He won't eat lettuce.
anywhere i am going
If I say "I love you" he gives me his paw. If I hide under a blanket and say "where's mommy?" he will bark. He can also distinguish his chicken from the rest of his toys if I ask "where's your chicken?" he will look until he finds it!
On a muggy August morning in 2003, I was beginning a normal day as I walked through the parking lot toward my office. As I approached the front door, I noticed that between me and the front door stood a skinny little black dog. We made eye contact, and he walked happily toward me, as though he had been looking for me all along. Someone had given him half a bagel, and had also put out a bowl of water for him. I couldn't seem to start a work day without following through on helping him, and with the help of a friend I put him in my car and drove around to see if someone might have been out looking for him. He was skinny, hungry, and covered with fleas. I eventually took him to the vet, and he lived with my friend for several days while we waited to see if anyone responded to the postings for this "found dog". No one did. She could not keep him, but was willing to foster him until we could find a suitable home. I lived in a one bedroom apartment with two cats, but was still considering taking him in. After several days of mulling this over, I realized that I needed him as much as he needed me.
It took me a little while to settle on a name, and I tossed around a number of things before "Irwin" just landed on him and stuck. I really admire Steve Irwin, the Croc Hunter, who was an incredible advocate for living creatures.
Irwin gets along swimingly with our eight cats, Maxwell, Chloe, Riley, Shealy, Gracie, Jewell Harold and Sister - who you can meet on Catster. They did go through a brief period of adjustment. Early on, Maxwell (who is King of my little jungle) chased Irwin into the closet and cornered him. Irwin would not come out for at least an hour - he looked so pitiful with his head poking out from behind my clothes as Maxwell sat in front of him is if to say "I dare you". Irwin is a wonderful, sweet, gentle creature, and he loves everyone, including other creatures, great and small. He chases the squirrels, but when he once had a perfect opportunity to catch one, he backed off and let it get past him. I think he realized that squirrels are more fun to run after than they are to eat.
He also likes to "police" the cats. My cats will often scratch and shred papers, or bat things onto the floor. When they do these things, I will raise my voice and say something like "Hey! Knock it off!" Irwin doesn't like to hear me raise my voice, so he tries to intervene when he sees this behavior begin. He will look at me, run over to the cat, and give him a nose. Then he will bark, and look back at me like "I told him to stop!" He's so cute. I couldn't have asked for a better dog.
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January 6th 2008 10:40 am
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We lost Casey on December 28. He was twelve years old, and just couldn't fight anymore. He had been trying so hard to please everyone, but the tumor in his liver was taking its toll faster than we had hoped. He is at peace now, but he will NEVER really be gone. He lives in each of us every day, and he will not be forgotten. We miss you Casey, we miss you every day.
September 6th 2006 5:14 am
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We are very saddened by the recent loss of Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter. My mom named me after this man, and she will always think of him when she calls my name. Thank you, Steve Irwin, for being such a wonderful conservationist, environmentalist, educator, and the ultimate wildlife warrior. The world is a better place because of you, and many people who might never have cared about wildlife will now do so because of your message. Crocs rule!
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