Phoebe (8/1/95 - 4/20/10)


Miniature Poodle
Picture of Phoebe (8/1/95 - 4/20/10), a female Miniature Poodle

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Home:Naperville, Illinois, IL  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 1-10 lbs


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   Leave a bone for Phoebe (8/1/95 - 4/20/10)

Nicknames:
Phoebe Jones, Phoebarella, Phoebarone, Flea, Pee-pee, Rona, Rona-rooter, Little Old Girl

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
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Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-purebred-deaf

Birthday:
August 1st 1995

Likes:
More than anything, I like to be the baby. I want to be held and snuggled and sweet-talked all the time. I also like to be in charge, eat yummy stuff, RUN and PLAY with Sam, roll in stinkiness, and stroll in the burdock.

Pet-Peeves:
When Sam picks me up by my harness (stoppit!), being groomed in any way, wearing a sweater, when Sam eats my food, when the big dogs swim out too far or don't do what I want (I'm in charge!), being left alone for any length of time.

Favorite Toy:
Piggy, Daddy's socks, Sam's kong

Favorite Food:
I'm not picky. I'll eat anything mom and dad are having. I really like rooting out trash... that's why they call me Rona-Rooter!

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere Mom, Dad and Sammy are walking. I love going places and seeing all the sights. I have to see everything -- I go up and down every step, look in all the windows and doors I can, run side to side... thereby adding another mile to every walk!

Best Tricks:
I'm a bi-pedal gal. Human's are on to something. Standing on my hind legs in the kitchen and scoping out the counters is a favorite pastime. I also do a mean Spin Move! I know some tricks, but don't like to do them. Sit? Stay? Hmph! I'm no sheep!

Arrival Story:
In October of 1995, my daddy walked into the pet shop where I was born, looking to buy dog food for my brother Snickers. While there, he was drawn to the cage of puppies in the back... and then to a sad, forlorn little ball of red scruff in a cage all alone. The pet shop owner explained that, for some reason, the mother dog had bit and rejected this sweet, sad little girl, so they had no choice but to separate her from the rest of her litter. This touched Daddy's heart, and after considering me for another moment, made the decision that I needed a forever home. He plunked $300 on the counter, signed some papers and whisked me away to my new life. That was so long ago, that I don't remember this story. Mommy had to remind me of how it went... she said I was the best surprise she has ever received, and it was one of the best decisions Daddy ever made (except for marrying her, of course). One of my new family members was a brother, a little Shih Tzu named Snickers, with an attitude the size of Texas. Snickers loved me very, very much. He took one look at me and decided I was his baby. He took very good care of me. He loved to snuggle with me, he always gave me his food and toys, he gave up his warm spot on the couch for me, protected me from potential bad guys... and because of him I always used to walk around with the hair on my face matted down and wet, because he was forever kissing me. A few years ago, Snickers, my best friend in the whole world, went away. I'm not sure where -- Mom says he went to Heaven, but I don't know where that is. All I know is that he is gone, and before Sam came to live with us I was so very sad and lonely. I did not know what to do with myself, and wandered around all the time, feeling anxious. Mom and Dad were good and spent lots of time with me, but it just wasn't the same. No matter what they did, it didn't feel right without My Boy. Mommy and Daddy noticed this, and worried a lot about me. They decided that if I couldn't have Snickie anymore, I at least needed doggy companionship. So, Mommy took a trip to the North East Kingdom of Vermont, and brought back a new family member. Enter Sam, the black labrador. I will admit that, though I was terribly lonely, I still wasn't too sure about Sam at first. He took some getting used to, and I needed to teach him some things... but now that he has some manners and we understand each other, we get along just famously. Matter of fact, I feel like I've got a new lease on life. We run and play, and he shares his bed with me. Sure, he's loud and goofy sometimes, but I love him just the same. He's my number one friend in the world, and we are like two peas in a pod -- one very little pea, and one great big one -- but two peas, just the same. The thing about Sam is that he is so sweet with me -- he even knows to kiss my face like Snickie did. Wonder how he knows I love that? Update: Mom and Dad have added to our family again. I am now the big sister of another labrador. This time it is a pretty girl, Daphne. We have lived together for over three years now, and we are one big happy fur pack. Daphne and I like to team up and use our Girl Power against Sam, who usually just watches us in his typical befuddled manner. Although Sam and Daphne constantly covet my kibble, I give it to 'em straight.... there is no snatching on my watch! Ultimately, I still rule the roost.

Bio:
I'm a funny girl. I am sweet as pie, and absolutely NEED to be held and loved and snuggled constantly. Then again... I'm a great big girl in an itty-bitty body. My mom says I don't know how little I really am. I've got a LOT of energy and spunk for a 14 year old girl. I throw first class snit-fits when I don't get my way (see my snit-fit photo in my album). Sometimes this means that I am having to wear my sweater when I don't want to, or after I've had a bath (how DARE they???), or when I'm just not being doted over enough (UNACCEPTABLE). I throw my fits like this: I stretch my body waaaaay out and stick my butt right up in the air with my tail straight up. I then proceed to scoot myself around the floor and snap at the air, and throw out lots of little yips for good measure. When I do this, I mean business! Somebody had better snap to attention, right quick! No more of this lolly-gagging! Take off my sweater, no more baths, pick me up, whatEVER. YIP-YIP-YIP!!! Oh yeah -- please. =) UPDATE: April 20, 2010... I have made my final journey to the Bridge today. I am now running free, and will live on forever in my Momma's sweet dreams.

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Great big heart, little bitty package


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I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 14th 2005 More than 9 years!

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Meet my family
Sam, Kibble
Snatcher
Snickie,
(5/6/94 -
2/27/04)
Daphne Dilly
Pants
Butters
LouieLi'l Tiger

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Holidays without my girl

December 13th 2010 1:05 pm
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Phoebe, it is my first Christmas since 1995 that I will spend without you. I miss you so very much, little girl... I think about you all the time.

 

Dream

May 18th 2010 6:41 pm
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If Momma closes her eyes...

April 22nd 2010 7:12 pm
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she can still see you as you were, 14 years ago... a young, joyful, healthy dog. Constantly happy, everywhere you went your tail was straight up and wagging. An eight pound counter surfer, with the ability to be bipedal. When you wanted to be held, you simply jumped straight from the floor into our arms, like a circus dog. You could open cupboards and raid trash... You devised a system of rubbing your own belly by standing over any available foot, and rocking back and forth. You were a stealer of socks, and Snickers food. Scaler of fences. Thief of hearts. When we were in a wide open space, you would throw your head back, sight a bird and take off! So fast, so graceful, you were flying. This is my wish for you now -- that you are all of these things, once again. Truly happy, in a body that is healthy and whole again... no more weak muscles and sore bones. Eyes that are bright and clear, no longer cloudy. Ears that hear every cricket and mouse creeping about... ears that are able to hear constant praise again, without muffling the sound. Hear me telling you, for all eternity: I love you, I love you, I love you. Open your clear, brown button eyes and see me, looking on you with love. You are the best girl. Now, throw that head back, let your ears catch in the wind. Fly, fly away.

 
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