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Age: 7 Years Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Leave a bone for Sherman
No-no-bad-dog, Mr.Puppy, Shermie, Shoes, Yellow Dog
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February 15th 2012
February 15th 2010
Treats, treats, treats!! Stealing shoes (socks any clothes really), playing with toys, chewing bones, chasing squirrels, and being with Mom and Dad (especially being smushed between Mom and Dad).
Hairdryers, loud motor cycles, nail grinders, hair trimmers, snippy dogs, Mom being late for training sessions.
His stuffed doggie--Paci-Dog--that used to be Damon's and his Lambchop
He's a lab, he loves all food!
The park by our house.
High-five, and will let you put a cookie on each paw and wait for them. He also loves hide-n-seek
After Mom and Dog lost my angel brother Damon, Mom started searching on Petfinder to see what kind of pups were out there for rescue. After searching through hundreds of profiles, she saw my picture and got that feeling when she saw my big labbie smile. When she contacted the rescue about me, they said that I already had an adoption pending and that another family was coming to look at me that weekend. They said if I was still there that Saturday that I'd be available. Mom had given up and started looking at other pups until she got an email from the rescue that weekend that I was still there! Apparently the first family never even called the rescue or came to see me. Can you believe that? Well Mom said that meant it was meant for her and Dad to come see me. When they came to see me and saw my face, Mom was sold. I went home with them that day! When I got home, I started chasing my kitty brother Frosty, and the rescue said I was good with cats. Hmmm.... It was really touch and go there for a while and Frosty was so scared of me! Which just made me want to chase him. In fact, Dad had sent an email to the rescue saying he didn't know if it would work out. But guess what?? The email text didn't come through! So they never got to read what he said. Hee-hee! Mom says that Damon intervened and that I was meant to be with them. She's right! All is good now and me and Frosty even can sit on the couch together sometimes. I try to bring him my toys, though he doesn't seem to want them. My new family seems A-ok, and they said they love me very much!
Sherman has a big scar on his side. We had the vet look at it, and they couldn't tell what it was from. From the way he runs favoring one back leg, she thinks maybe he was hit by a car at some point. After seeing dogs that look just like him on greeting cards, catalogs, and calendars, we like to imagine he was a famous dog model who somehow escaped from his glamorous lifestyle.
The Last Forum I Posted In:
March 2nd - The Last Hoorah Pawty!
I've Been On Dogster Since:
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October 16th 2013 7:03 am
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OMD, Mom was so excited when she read that I'm Dog of the Day! Thanks Dogster!
We just recently moved into a condo-me, Mom, Dad, and my kitty brother Frosty Paws. It's been pretty exciting because we have lots more room to play now, and we have a downstairs to play in now too. The best part is that I am no longer crated when Mom and Dad go to work! I've been trying to be especially good so that it stays that way! Frosty seems to really enjoy having me out so that I can keep him company. Funny to think of now, being that he sure didn't like me when I moved in!
I want to wish all my Dogster friends and family a very Happy Fall and say Love you guys!!!!
February 14th 2013 9:49 am
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I'm very excited that tomorrow is my official Gotcha Day, and I have been with my new family for a whole year! It really has flown by.
This past year I graduated from 3 levels of Petsmart training, and Mom is very proud.
Me and my kitty brother Frosty are getting along fine, and he even sometimes tries to get me to chase him. And of course I wouldn't want to disappoint him;) He'll stand in the hallway and call for me, and I go running after him. He even sits on the edge of the couch so that he can see me to keep me company whileI'm in my crate when Mom and Dad are at work. When Dad takes me out for my walks, he cries! Can you believe that? Who would have thought!
I have found that I totally love toys and chewing on bones. I can chew and chew and chew. I love my stuffy toys because I love to suck on them:) Mom looked it up online, and found that it could mean that I was weaned from my mom and taken from my littermates too early. But I'm ok, as long as I have a few freshly laundered "friends" to keep me company I'm good to go. If not, I'll be happy to ball up and suck on whatever towel or blanket they have laying nearby --hee-hee!
I've learned that I really love to steal things so that Mom and Dad come chase me. Socks, underwear, shorts, shirts, shoes, scrunchies, you name it. It's a great game! And I am very fast. Just ask Dad!
I did have a not so great experience Tuesday night when Dad was walking me. We came across a neighbor that was walking 2 dogs. We were all barking at each other, and one of the dogs slipped his collar and ended up biting me before Dad could get me out of the way. I went to the vet yesterday and got 2 staples for a puncture would in my chest. Yuck! The worst part was the trimmer to shave my fur. Hated that! I do not like noises like that! Took 3 people to wrangle me. But all is good. Got lots of treats and just have to get the staples out in 10 days.
I'm just happy that I finally have my very own furever family, and that they will be here for me no matter what. This is the first of many Gotcha Days to come!
June 13th 2012 10:41 am
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Mom says I'm a little strange, but I just call it unique:) When Mom and Dad first got me, they left me out of a crate the first few days while they at work, and they found that I only bothered a couple of their shoes. They found them laying in the middle of the floor. Since then, I am crated during the day, but they find that I do really like to pick up their shoes. Occasionally I chew the laces a little, or gnaw on the shoe (not too much), but usually they just find me laying with the shoe. Hugging it really. Now they put all their shoes either in closets or up off the floor, which I don't understand what the problem really is.
When I want attention and feel I'm not getting it, especially in the morning after Dad leaves for work and Mom's getting ready for work, I find I need some comfort. Instead of getting one of my stuffies or bones or other toys, I select things from the house. Yesterday I had Mom's fold up umbrella with me up on the loveseat. I was all curled up, just hugging it. Earlier that morning I had a pack of AA batteries sitting with me on my bed. Another day I was hugging an empty Gladware container. The one that made Mom laugh the most though was the big, plastic watering can. I had brought it up on the couch with me and was laying there with it. There's also been sunglasses, my leash (which I love to chew leashes!!), bills that need paid, and a gardening gnome statue. Mom says I have strange taste in woobies! I think she's being a little judgemental--who says a watering can doesn't make a good woobie??????
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