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Leave a bone for Dundee
Nicknames: Dun, dingo, crazy monkey, spotty dog, lushie, mutt, muttelski, mutton chop
Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Quick Bio:
-dog rescue
Likes: Ball! Frisbee! Nibbling, herding, licking, licking, licking! Take your dog to work day!
Pet-Peeves: Phones, flashlights, anything mechanical in your hand. Other dogs in his yard, especially Country Shady!
Favorite Toy: Whatever, man. I'm easy. You throw it, I chase it. That's my motto.
Favorite Food: like any self-respecting dog, Dun will eat just about anything you drop. Or anything that he can dig out of the trash, and stash in the couch for later. He loves watermelon! And it's fun to watch him eat grapes.
Favorite Walk: The hike/bike trail on Blackhawk is our current fave. Memorial Park is pretty good, but he has to stay on the leash there.
Best Tricks: He can do all the usual stuff (sit, lay down, etc.). He will jump up on almost anything if you point and say "up". He has recently learned "shake", although when you give the command he manically sits, lays down and shakes all at once with a whimper.
Arrival Story: Dun is only my dog peripherally. He came to live with my boyfriend and his roommate on their half-acre last year. His previous owner (a good friend) was living in a high-rise apartment, but wanted better things for his extremely enegetic dog Dun. So now Dun lives on "the farm", enjoys daily Frisbee sessions, good walks, squirrel chases, and other pleasures of the large yard. Previous owner still has visitation rights.
Bio: We don't really know what Dun is, exactly. He was a rescue dog, and age/breed details are sketchy. Periodically people think he's a dalmatian, but that's just silly. All we know for sure is that Dun is possibly the most loving and lovable dog one could ever meet. That is, if love can be measured in licks.
The Groups I'm In: Australian Cattle Dogs
I've Been On Dogster Since:
It's official - I'm number 1. I've got everyone right where I want them, and can pretty much do whatever I want. Life is good. They've totally given up on keeping me off the couch thing, and I don't even have to sleep at the foot of the bed anymore. Oh yeah, baby - I get pillow space now. I OWN that bed.
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark, and I don't mean that bone I fished out of the trash and hid behind the recliner. I mean there's a new couch in the living room, and for some reason I am not allowed on it at all! Gone are the days of whiling away the time on the couch, looking out the window and barking at stuff. Now I must sit on the COLD HARD floor, and crane my neck to see out the window. I can still bark at stuff, at least. I can't even get on this new couch when no one's looking - it has been booby-trapped with some uncomfortable hard plastic sheeting. Talk about over-reaction! So I chewed a little hole in the previous leather couch, and maybe threw up on it once or twice. What do they WANT from me? I'm a dog, for pete's sake! I chew, I dig stuff out of the trash, I puke. It's what I do.
My list of job qualifications is growing - I've added "male nurse" to my resume. This week one of my people was sick sick sick, and I got to stay with him and lick him and sleep on him and generally nurse him back to health. Fortunately the other person who lives with me wasn't sick, so I got my regular morning calisthenics in, plus I got fed. (I have two dads and a mom, I'm very progressive.) Sick papa finally is back at work, and he took me with him today as his personal health care provider. I'm looking out for him at the warehouse, making sure people keep their nasty germs away from him. See, when someone new comes in, I bark at them, and then lick 'em to see if they're safe. So much hard work - I think I'll lick myself a bit and take a nap. It's friday, which generally means a good game of ball once the people give up on "work" for the day, so I must be well-rested!
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