Colt


Shetland Sheepdog/Breed Unknown
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Home:Virginia Beach, VA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 7 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

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Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
April 1st 2007

Likes:
People food, the snow, and my Mama!

Pet-Peeves:
Mean people, strangers, loud noises, and UPS trucks.

Favorite Toy:
Tennis balls and empty two-liter bottles. Everything else must be edible in order to interest me.

Favorite Food:
People food! I particularly like blueberry muffins. As far as "real" food, I like canned and raw food the most, and my kibble is usually something like Taste of the Wild.

Favorite Walk:
I like short walks up and down the street. Yeah, not much of a walker, I guess. I like to run loose!

Best Tricks:
In the bath, I shake the water off on command.

Arrival Story:
My previous owner bought me from a breeder, and eventually decided he couldn't keep me anymore. I don't have an exciting or sad story, but it did have a happy ending. Through random luck and coincidence, I ended up in the perfect family for me! Even though perhaps they didn't realize how much they needed me at first.

Forums Motto:
A cute little devil.

The Last Forum I Posted In:
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I've Been On Dogster Since:
January 27th 2013 More than 1 year!

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Dogster Id:
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They said I'm Crazy


Fat

April 28th 2013 2:04 pm
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Okay.

I admit it.

Not all of my largeness is just fur. I'm actually pretty large, even under my coat. You can't really feel my ribs, and I weigh about, oh, well, more than I should. You know. Actually, mom's goal is for me to lose ten pounds. Wow. Embarrassing.

Mom has been bugging me about it. WHAT!? I'm sorry I wasn't born with the genetic makeup of a freaking sighthound. I can't help it Grandpa and Grandma give me so many treats. Pshhhh, whatever.

Mama has decided that we gotta do something about it. One of the great things about getting your parents on board with a weight loss plan is that they play with you more! We've been going on walks, playing fetch, chasing things, exploring... it is so much fun! I might not even miss the extra treats!

 

Tail Hairs

February 9th 2013 6:22 pm
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You may already know this, but I'm not really a *huge* fan of grooming.

You probably didn't know this, but I HATE having my tail messed with or touched or stepped on. I had it stepped on too many times as a pup, and to this day I'm very defensive of it.

Also, I am a Sheltie. I have really long, thick, hair. ESPECIALLY on my tail. My mom measured my tail hairs once and said that they were seven and eight inches long in some places. What!? And it's really course, tangly hair, much tanglier than my other hair.

Those facts all combine to make my tail upkeep the most difficult task known in the universe!

So, my mom cut my tail hair. She cut it it to about four inches long all around (it looks dumb in my humble opinion, but whatever), and brushed it out really thoroughly. Then, she put all the hair on it into a little ponytail. She did it as a joke, but since I didn't mind it, she left it on.

Mom said she has no plans of making this a permanent "thing" for me. I have to say, I'm pretty glad. It's not uncomfortable, but it's really ugly.

 

Lazy Days

February 7th 2013 6:28 pm
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Traditionally, one would write a Diary entry on a day when something fun or exciting happened. I have decided, for the love of writing, to break that tradition.

Today is Thursday. Thursday is one of the days that my Mom goes to school. She goes twice a week. These are my designated "Lazy Days". You see, on these days, my Mom's parents (they refuse to be called my grandparents...) are for the most part in charge of my care. They feed me, make sure I have water and... put me outside for the rest of the day until Mama gets home. Unless the weather is bad or something.

I'll snitch on Mom and tell you, she never walks me or even runs around the house with me on those days. But you know what? I have grown to love lazy days, if for nothing other than the fact that Mom's parents feed me as if I were a Saint Bernard. Well, that's kind of a stretch, but you get what I mean.

I'm sure Mom would have you believe that she's all ultra-fitness, healthy-diet, no-pain-no-gain, etc. but don't be fooled. She takes her fair share of days off!

 
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