Age: 9 Years Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Mr. Wigglebottom, Wiggles, Caper Waper, Waper, Capesy, Wapesy, Cape Man
|-mutt||-pound dog||-dog rescue|
April 14th 2004
Peanut butter, destroying squeeker toys, playing in the park, stealing mom's gloves
eye drops, being forced onto the couch, baths
My parents force me to eat dog food but I liked chicken the one time I had it
playing at the dog park
I can make your shoes disappear from the place you put them
I was born in Virginia, the only black puppy in a litter of yellow labs. I was shipped up to Boston on the puppy express to be adopted at 6 weeks, but I had a mysterious scar on my head and so I was sent back and had to spend six months in quarantine (so did my brother who had a cut on his leg). We were sent back to Boston just before Christmas and my brother was adopted right away, but I had to spend the holiday at the shelter.
Just after Christmas this nice couple came and took me home. Apparantly mommy had spent the last four months asking daddy if they could get a dog. Finally he gave in. They took one look at me and knew that I was the dog for them -- they said my scar made me look like Harry Potter or Harrison Ford. I've been living with them in Somerville ever since.
I've basically learned everything I know from my friends in the dog park. I've become a good wrestler -- my favorite move is to wait until the other dog looks away and then make a flying tackle. It never fails.
I graduated from puppy school recently. My diploma is taped to the wall above my food dish. I was the best dog in my class. They can't write that on the diploma, but if they were allowed to I know they would have.
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|March 6th 2005
||More than 8 years!
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March 15th 2005 1:13 pm
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The last few days have been really weird. Dad has barely left the couch in a week, and when he does he carries two big metal sticks with him and walks real real slow. He hasn't taken me to the park since then, which was fine because mom took me. But four days ago mom left the house and she hasn't come back. Weird, right? Well that's not the half of it.
Two new people have been living in the house since mom left and -- get this -- they have a dog, too. He's older and doesn't play much. In fact, all he seems to do is sleep on my dog-bed. It's true. He's been there all day. We both went to the park this morning and then I went and spent some time on the couch with dad. (I've started to get used to going on the couch. Lord knows he keeps dragging me up there, what with his "Caper, spend time with daddy." Well I'd spend time with you if you ever got off the couch and took me to the park!) Anyway, I fell asleep. When I woke up to go to my dog-bed who do I find there but that other dog. I stopped dead in my tracks as soon as I saw him, thought about it for minute and decided to go back to the living room and check back in a little while. Somehow I managed to fall asleep.
Soon though I get woken up by the clunk clunk of dad's metal sticks. I follow him into the kitchen thinking I'd just go to sleep in my dog-bed, but again, that other dog is on it! I wasn't going to let that stop me this time, however, so I lay down on the corner he wasn't using. That worked -- for about a minute. I needed more space and that other dog wouldn't budge, so I got up and went back to the living room, where -- somehow -- I was able to fall back asleep. Oh, it's worth mentioning that somewhere along the way I got egg on my face. I'm not really sure how it got there, but it's important for the rest of the story.
Anyway, I wake up to my dad trying to wipe something off my face. My mom took me to the vet before she mysteriously left the house where I was diagnosed with very mild conjunctivitis. My dad thought that my condition had gotten much much worse. (At least that's what I assume he was saying, I don't speak English.) So much for being able to sleep near him, I decided to go to my dog-bed. But when I rounded the corner what do I see again but that other dog, still there, hasn't moved all day. I swear, it must be dead, or a opossum, or something. I mean that ain't natural. And on my dog-bed. So I marched myself back to the living room where somehow I was able to fall asleep again.
All for now,
p.s. I just woke up again and thought I would go sleep in my dog-bed. I took a few steps and remembered about the statue. I'm still in the living room. Hopefully I'll fall back asleep.
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