Rosie Moondog

German Shepherd/Jack Russell Terrier
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Age: 12 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Rosie Posie, Rose Pose, Rose Petals, Petals, Spredles, Positos, Rosie Cotton, Pumpkin Head, Little Floppers, Pos-a-ritos, Pozalitees, Rose Bud, Rosie the Riviter, Poopmeister, Cracklin' Rosie, Poop Eater, Outlaw Rosie Wales, Rose-a-roo

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:
-mutt-dog rescue

February 12th 2004

Eating, eating, eating and eating, playing with her sister Isabel, getting loved on, sleeping on the big chair, sleeping with Mom and Dad, chasing Nora, walking with Isabel, listening to "Dark Star' from the LiveDead Album

Bike riders, joggers, not being allowed to say hello to other dogs in the park, not being allowed to eat cat litter, cat poo, and cat food, strangers, being left behind without Isabel.

Favorite Toy:
Ted the Fleecy Wubby Man, the fleecy squeaky knot, her bra (Rosie loves ladies undergarments), Orbee Bone, the Hurley, Hedgie, Super Giant Hedgie; the Fatter Than Your Head Shag Bone

Favorite Food:
What won't Rosie eat? But she really loves challah and peanut butter; The Honest Kitchen; Ziwi Peak air-dried lamb and venison; Nature's Variety freeze dried and frozen medalions; Evanger's 100% meat Bully Sticks, and FRESH CAT POO...mmmm

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere Isabel is going

Best Tricks:
The Isabel vault; standing bed jump. Rosie likes to get a running start and slide across the floor. She also enjoys carpet surfing. Her newest trick is taking Isabel's leash in her mouth and walking her to the door when it's time to go out.

Arrival Story:
Belzers and I were checking out the APS website. We had been following the story of a dog named Jed (he's found his forever home now too :-)). He was too big for us and we really didn't think we could get a second dog anyway. Then Rosie's picture appeared. She looked so sweet and sad. She was described as being shy and anxious. Who could resist those big brown eyes? We looked at her picture every day and said, "Poor Rosie." Then one day I couldn't resist going to the shelter to visit our sad-eyed lady of the dog pound. When she came into the visitation room she was only glad to say hello and get aquainted (and sniff the pee of the previous visitor). She and Isabel hit it off right away. We spent days agonizing over the decision. We wanted to be sure we were going to be able to give her the home that she deserved. Finally we just decided to go for it. It was not all peaches and cream when Rosie came home. She and Isabel got into a few bad scrapes as they negotiated living together. We didn't know if this was going to work and wondered if we made the right choice in taking her. We thought maybe she should be the only dog and that we were the wrong home for her. Many tears were shed as we agonized over this, and prayed we wouldn't have to take her back to the shelter. Worried they would hurt each other we took them to the vet so she could watch them interact. She felt they were playing well and being respectful. She recommended some strategies to help with the transition. I ended up getting the flu and was home with them for two weeks. When I was better we left them alone to go to the movies. We were worried what we would find when we got home but everything was fine. Now we laugh when we think about how screwed up we were about keeping this girl. Of course we made the right choice. Rosie is just filled with love. She's a great sister to Isabel, and a wonderful addition to the family. We can't think of life without her. I am grateful every day that she is with us, even after the Valentine's Day Styrofoam Cup Massacre, the St. Patrick's Day Antique Book Slaughter, the Passover Couch Mauling, the Memorial Day Photo Album Attack, and the July 4th Shoe Fiasco.

I was told that Rosie was surrendered by people who just didn't want her anymore. She was emaciated and anxious when she arrived. How could anyone not want this sweet pup? Isabel and Rosie are now thick as thieves. They hate being apart. Rosie also loves Nora. They play chase all over the house and love to nuzzle each other on our bed. She's still trying to convince The Moo that rough housing, and having a dog nose shoved in your butt is actually fun. Rosie is definately the watchdog of the family. She barks when any strangers, attack squirrels, or vicious cats enter our territory. She also stands on chairs to get better views out the window. Everyone rests easier knowing Officer Rosie is on the job! When not on guard duty The Petals is the resident bed warmer, snuggling up, or warming my feet. Rosie is now a graduate of the Petsmart Doggy Academy where she received her barkalaureate in Dog Disciplinary Arts. After a hiatus from her studies Rosie plans to return to write her Masters Thesis on the nutrtional benefits of cat poo consumption. The Rose Petals had forsaken science, in the wake of the failure of the now infamous Atomic Pooper Collider Experiment, but had received an anonymous grant to develop a cybernetic TV news anchor that runs on cheese. But in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, Rosie's priorities changed. She was called upon to help in her sister's Presidential Campaign. Now that she has been sworn in as Attorney General and Secretary of Energy she aims to prosecute Puppy Mill owners, fighting dog owners, and everyone that served in the Shrub administration. She plans to sentence them all to a lifetime of community service picking up dog poo in public places, kennels, and shelters, and then truckin' it to theAtomic Pooper Collider where it will be converted into renewable, clean energy ending our dependence on petrolium and NUCLEAR (not NUCULAR--stupid Shrub) energy. Rosie is not always the most disciplined dog on earth. She has a little rebelious streak that can be irritating sometimes, but that is also one of her endearing qualities. She's a great girl and it feels like she has always been a part of our family. Last year she discovered that she has a long lost brother Trevor. We can't say it's for certain, but they are about the same age and definately related. It should also be mentioned that the Rose Petals posesses the following super powers: Super Leap, Surfer Bell, Gas Ray, Massive Power Poos, Wrinkley Forehead Mind Power, Sad Eyes Ray, Magic White Toes.

Forums Motto:
I Love My Shellies

The Groups I'm In:
(For the love of) SQUEAKY TOYS!!!, Angus' Angels, Grateful Dogs, Home Cooked Food and Recipes, Isabel and Rosie's Big Shrimpy, Jodidogs Support, Naughty Pup Club, PARADISE, Petfinder Pups!, President Isabel's Animal Abuse Commission, President Isabel's BSL Task Force, The Dogster Force, The Isabel White House, Triangle Tails, We're Against Animal Cruelty!, Zippity Doo's Bag o'Poo

Bestest Dogster Pal:
Cat Poop Padawan Beatrix Kiddo

I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 19th 2005 More than 11 years!

I Was In The:
2006 Valentine's Day Party!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:

Meet my family
Cosmic Isabel
Moo CowNora- CIA
Isabel &
Dynamic Duo

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Rave On Rosie

Sushi Is GOOD!

February 27th 2011 8:49 am
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I celebrated my 6th rebirthday this month and, like last year, celebrated my nicking some yum-yums from Dad. Last year it was a Entemann's raspberry twist, which I still highly endorse. This year though was even better. Dad, in a rush to work left a package of sushi on the dining room table. He hadn't turned the corner of our street when I had it off the table and in my belly. It was salmony delicious! I left most of the wasabi and pickled ginger, but the rest was so tasty.

Dad came home right as soon as he remembered it, but it was too late. Outlaw Rosie Wales strikes again. Not long after coming back in the house I let out a satisfying belch. Dad said, "Rosie, you burp like a man. No, I burp like a dog who just gobbled up sushi!


It's My Rebirthday...Twist! Twist!

February 12th 2010 12:10 pm
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It's my 5th rebirthday today! Five years I've lived in the lap of luxury so I decided to celebrate in style, and early. Dad had a couple chores to do outside before work. He was bringing an Entenmann's raspberry twist danish to work to share and left it on the counter thinking it was just going to be a couple minutes and I wouldn't go after it. Boy was he ever wrong. As soon as he was at the door it was danish time. I pulled the bag down, got to the box, ripped through the plastic and went to town. By the time I got busted I had gotten through most of it.

Dad of course was not pleased. After scolding me, which I didn't care about as I was too busy worrying about what was going to happen to the rest of the danish, he scanned the ingredients list for bad stuff, then called the vet just to double check.

Let me tell you something, if you have the chance to score an Entenmann's raspberry twist danish, do not hesitate. It just might be better than cat poop...seriously.

And tonight I am getting a pup cake that I get to share with Shelly. And it's challah night. This is bittersweet for Dad who always remembers Isabel on Fridays since she loved challah so much.

Well, this rebirthday I am grateful for my Dad who loves me, even when I eat his danish, for Shelly who came to live with me after Isabel went to the rainbow bridge, and for all my belly rubbins, and of course the food food food...especially Entenmann's raspberry twist. I cannot emphasize enough just how good that stuff is. Now if I could only have had a few slurps of Dad's coffee to wash it down. That would have been bliss...maybe tonight. Hee hee.


My Dearest Rosie

February 17th 2009 7:00 pm
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You are 5 years old now by best guest, and we just celebrated your fourth rebirthday; four years since you became a part of our pack, and little sister to our now cosmic Isabel. It was a bittersweet celebration. I would have preferred it have been in the physical presence of your dear Shellies whom you loved with all your heart, but your new sister Shelly has been a much needed distraction for you, and I can tell how much you are enjoying having someone to play with again. It will take time for the true sister bond to come out, but I can already see you mentoring Shelly, just as Isabel took you under her wing when you arrived. You taught Shelly how to sit pretty in less than a day, and how to lay down. You've been very patiently coaching her in the fine points of take away, a game you and Isabel instantly developed.

I know that Shelly may not be the other half the way Isabel was, but she loves you so, and looks to you for guidance. I was particularly touched by how you showed her the gentle way to approach The Moo, just like Isabel tried to do with you. Though you still insist on tackling him and licking his head from time to time, Isabel's lessons obviously took because you showed Shelly how to nuzzle and not get bopped in the face.

You have been very brave through all of this, and have been a great source of comfort to me during these days of heavy grieving. A piece of our hearts have been torn out and we are both bereft. But you soldier on with Shelly and give her the love she needs, and are teaching me how to learn to be open to that new love, while still honoring our cosmic girl. In the grand scheme of things I guess we would not have brought a new dog home so soon, but she chose us for a reason. She has brought back the love and exuberance that was our Isabel, something we were lacking and hurting without. And the more time goes on, the more I think Isabel visits us through Shelly, letting her spirit come in so she can say hello and kiss us.

I love you Rosie so much. You are my dear and precious Petals. Let's have a great year in spite of our loss, and bring Shelly in and love her the way Isabel loved us...full tilt all the time.

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