Age: 16 Years Sex: Female Weight: 11-25 lbs
|Home:Cheshire, Middlefield, West Ha, CT |
Leave a bone for Vesta
Vesta Voo, Voodle McPoodle, Vesta Voodle, Voo Dog,Vesty, Queen BarkBark, Schnoodle McPoodle, Voo Voo
February 11th 1998
play tennis ball, take a walk, jump on the kitchen counter to get some exciting food options, hang out in the mud room to say goodbye to whoever is leaving, swim after a tennis ball in the lake at Gipsy Trail
when her tennis ball is under the couch or cabinet, when she can't decide whether to come inside or stay outside, when someone is watching TV on the floor and won't throw her tennis ball, when food arrives without anything exciting in it, Pomeranians
TENNIS BALLS. Squeakers (although she is pretty much on a ban from these as she goes a little over the top)
cheese, peanut butter, Pupperronnies, cherry tomatos, popcorn, steak, lamb, hamburgers, hotdogs, CHOPPED LIVER, Thanksgiving Turkey
hiking trails in Middlefield with her buddies Jack, Abby and Dakota
She can do almost twenty tricks, most of them are pretty basic like sit, roll over, high five. Some are a little more exciting like dancing and crawling. Best trick is "Guess" I put a treat in one of my hands, she puts her paw on the hand with the treat!
I had been begging my parents for a dog since forever. I tried everything! When I was about eight my parents tried to get me to forget about it by saying that when I was Bat Mitvahed I could get a dog. When it came time to start learning the information for my Bat Mitzvah, I reminded my parents about the dog deal. If they wanted their daughter to be a Bat Mitzvah, then they were going to have to agree to add a dog to the family. I was became a Bat Mitzvah in March and when school ended in June, we got baby Vesta.
Vesta means Goddess of the Hearth. Her breeder named her after the veternarian's wife who helped to birth the puppies. For a month before Vesta arrived, the family engaged in fierce battles over her name. Because we couldn't decide, and because the runner-up name was Spike, she became Vesta.
Vesta is formally Redgate's Vesta C.G.C. Although she doesn't always act like it, she is a Canine Good Citizen, as well as a therapy dog, an agility dog, and for a few years she was a Junior Showmanship dog. Her favorite part of therapy dog was when the nursing home residents would throw her ball. She wasn't that into being cuddled. As for Junior Showmanship and agility, well, let's just say she doesn't perform well if there is any sign of a squeaky toy (or just the noise of a squeaker) in a 20 mile radius.
Another thing about Vesta is that she isn't always a fan of other dogs. She loves her buddies Abby, Dakota and Jack (but is jealous that Abby and Dakota's mom lets them hang out in the car with her). She doesn't like any dogs that are small and furry (except Jack), OR any dogs that have squeakers and won't share.
Vesta possesses a special talent for decoding my mother's outfits. When my mom puts on hiking boots, or even just a hiking shirt, Vesta takes that to mean she is coming along, no choice. When my mom has on work clothes, forget it. Vesta feels the need to have some mope time.
Just like any other dog, Vesta gets a little (no actually a lot) nervous when the suitcases come out. She's really just faking it though, because her friends at the spa say she loves it.
Last thing- Vesta (as already mentioned) as a little disease. She has OTBD (Obsessive Tennis Ball Disorder). Although she inherited the disease from her father Al, she takes it to new heights. She can never be without at least three of them. She has a little game that she plays in the yard, as sometimes inside if she can sneak a tupperware container in, that involves putting a tennis ball (or two) in a plastic tupperware container, and then spinning and circles and barking until it flies out. Then she does it over, and over and over. (Yeah, our neighbors love her).
She started her life hating water with a passion, but her observance of the tennis ball religion has brought her closer to to it. Now, when we visit my grandparents at Gipsy Trail in Carmel, NY, she likes nothing more than taking a little swim out to get her ball. She also really enjoys being in a kayak (or maybe I just pretend she enjoys that part of our trip).
Now that Vesta conqured the water thing, she is pretty fearless, except for a few things. She has a lingering puppyhood fear of soccerballs. She is currently afraid of trash cans and snowmen. Although she tries to defend us on walks, don't be fooled. Underneath her growling and mean looks, she is terrified of those lone melting snowmen.
All in all, we fully enjoy having Vesta as the Queen of our house. Even my dad, who sometimes pretends not to like her, has a soft spot for Voodle McPoodle and will throw her tennis ball for hours on end while he reads the newspaper on the floor.
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|March 29th 2005
||More than 9 years!
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