Bichon Frise/Miniature Poodle
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Age: 7 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Brunie, Juju, Junie, Boojie, Boojiegee, Bru Bru

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mutt-dog rescue

Gotcha Date:
December 26th 2010

Human food, table scraps, tennis balls, chew toys, napkins, paper, dryer sheets, warm laundry, rubs on the ear and belly, sitting in the sun, rawhide bones, tug-of-war, going for walks, running

I hate it when people try to steal my stuff!

Favorite Toy:
Tennis ball ( Penn brand lasts the longest!)

Favorite Food:
Human food, especially cream cheese, yogurt, steak, lamb, lettuce, and rice.

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere outside the neighborhood

Best Tricks:
Rollover, upside down, shake, high five, low five, fist bump, dance, jump, lie down, sit

Arrival Story:
Hello there! I was adopted by a loving family about two years ago. I was probably the shyest dog in the kennel I shared. It's funny- my family talks all the time about how they saw a picture of me online and, after noticing my extraordinarily long tongue, were not expecting to even like me. Never judge a dog by his appearance! I dare say that I have a quite handsome face ex using my tongue, which is probably two to three times longer than it should me. Most importantly, though, I was adopted by a wonderful family and got to leave those terrible kennels for four hearts full of love. Mommy wasn't that enthusiastic about me at first, but after succumbing to my charms, I successfully devised a series of plans to mooch food off her whenever possible. My dad is very respectable, but he leaves the territory a lot. I don't know where he goes, but when he comes back he smells of foreign paper and ink. Sister is the one who I can always rely on for a big-dog style romp or a short session of tug-of-war. She spends a lot of time looking up things for me and tries to use dog language, but most of the time it doesn't look correct. And Brother likes to scream, but he has a great seat on the chair next to his bedroom window where I can have staring contests with the Bichons across the street.

Forums Motto:
Where's the cookie?

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Social Issues?

I've Been On Dogster Since:
October 13th 2012 More than 4 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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Is That Food I Smell?

It's Gone!

October 17th 2012 8:09 pm
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On Saturday, I had the best day ever!
I thought it would be like a normal Saturday. Usually, Sister goes out somewhere the entire day and comes back smelling funny, usually like grass and pavement. I think she runs, but I don't know where to.
But this Saturday was different!
My family took me to a place with lots of dogs and lots of cookies! Boy, was I excited! There were so many dogs to talk to, even this big wolf. But not everyone was as excited to play with me. I'm just very outgoing.
There were sad dogs that reminded me of when I used to be in the horrible cage-place with the nasty dogs. I didn't want to go near their cages because of that memory, but the family wanted to look at those sad dogs. I tried to cheer them up.

But the best thing? Oh, the best thing, well, that's hard, but I got this really amazing dead animal toy! It was a funny-colored thing with a dying animal noise inside! It kept on making the dying noise, and that was really entertaining, but kind of confusing. I tried shaking it to see if it would die, and I tried to bite its head off, but I couldn't do it. I was really proud...I showed it off to the rest of the family and made it make the dying animal noise so that they would know I had it.
Now it's gone. I bit through it and found the meat of the dead animal toy, and I ate some of it. Daddy came over and picked it up and it went in the can of strange smells. When things go into the can of strange smells, it means I will never see the again.
I'm not supposed to go in the can of strange smells, so I didn't, but I did give some meaningful glances to Sister. She didn't give it back.

I will never see the dead animal toy again. That's sad. It was one of the best toys I had...

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