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Nicknames: BedBug {I tend to hog pillows} ,Sir Lickin-weinie {self explanatory!},OZinator, Ozbourne {when I am in BIG trouble} ,NappyA$$ {when I refuse to be brushed} Pawblo Picasso & OZmosis Jones
Doggie Dynamics:
Likes: My tennis ball,bugging Meaty, playing with Puck, digging holes in the yard and running.
Pet-Peeves: The furnace kicking on,when Meaty is lazy,*Psycho Squirrel & someone sticking their tongue out at me. I will lick it to teach them a lesson.BOL
Favorite Toy: Squeaky toys, playing fetch with my ball ( I fail to see the probelm with starting before 6am),ad my fishpond in the summer
Favorite Food: Thats easy --- EVERYTHING ! I get Chicken Soup for the Dog Lovers Soul and *doggie crack*{Natural Balance Food Roll sliced as treats} BUT I've even been known to eat things that are supposedly inedible.
Favorite Walk: I love walking , er pulling, Mom around the neighborhood and the parks.{Muhahahaha}
Best Tricks: Playing deaf, giving paw ( I know my right from left), I can show you where my nose is but DO NOT expect me to lie down on command!
Arrival Story: My hoo-man bro has always wanted a Husky. We're his favorite. ( HAHA Meatball!) But .... asthma always prevented that. Now that he is older and outgrowing some of his triggers they decided to let him have his Husky. Mom went to what appeared to be a reputable breeder ........ until they got there anyway. They found us smelly, dirty and skittish. We were kept in a dark basement that no one was allowed to see and the home in general was in ruins. This is where my INTENSE dislike of the furnace comes from. When it or the central air kick on . I AM GONE ! My Vet says he doubts that will ever go away. He is certain that I associate a traumatic experience with that noise now. He figures it was most probably within my first four weeks of life as much is imprinted on a developing personality at that age.
Good thing for me the family didn't just walk away that night.
(Side note : My Mom worked her behind off along with the Genesee County Sheriffs Dept, The SPCA,the AKC and the New York State Department of Agriculture & Marketing to take away the so called breeders ability to hold a NYS license or AKC accredidation ever again.My brothers & sisters and even my parents were all rescued and placed in GOOD homes as it was I
that ended up being the chosen one :) After Meatball gave his approval we were on our way to my new forever home ....... cuddled up in my brothers lap. I stunk so bad that the very first thing I got was a bath. My brother stunk from holding me so he had to take another one too. I was scared and hid all night but they figured it was alot of change and activity for a young pup like me. Especially after having come from a place like that.
Its been a long road but we have made some GREAT progress together.
I no longer fear all people other than my own. It still takes time to earn my trust and you must let me make the first move but I am very accepting these days :) Just ignore me and when I am ready, I will let you know.
Loud noises used to FUReak me out. Now I run TO things instead of away.
I still have some *skittish* days and Mom can always tell when we wake up if its going to be one. She says it shows in my eyes. They are fewer and fewer now.
All without medications. ( TONS of patience though!)
I get along with other animals right away ( well except ones smaller than me .... I see those as prey). I never feared animals like I had humans. Not even after being attacked by *Teddy Girl*, a Golden with an attitude problem that lives on our street.Meatball stepped in to save me ..... the big loveable lug. Hehehehe.
I used to be a SUPER destructive dude but I am even overcoming that. I swear Mom just cringed at the memories. BOL
Everything from two $400 chairs, books, bills, CDs, bedding, glasses,shoes, clothes ( yay for undies !),oak banisters, oak stairs, kitchen chair legs,an antique cedar chest, a tv stand ...... pretty much you name it ....... has all bitten the dust thanks to lil ole me {Insert toothy grin here} BMTO.
I accomplished most of that before I was even one full year old. Its how I became one of the top dogs in the Naughty Pup Club here on Dogster. I was that gooood ( bad?). Others were in awe of my natural talent. BOL.
I am almost two as Mom helps me woof this ( 10 days in fact ) and she is terrified the *terrible twos* will find me. BOL
The fact I am sitting here waving a red flag at them might have something to do with that though. BMTO.
Bio: My brother Meatball the Boxer has just been doagnosed with a cancerous bone tumor. His *team* of Doctors say he has an excellent prognosis IF we act now. You see, its in his face, close to his eye,cheekbone and jaw. The specialist actually warned us to watch Meatys eye for bulge --- it can actually pop out !! DD i don't want that. Please help my broher to beat this nasty cancer by visiting: http://www.meatballtheboxer.webs.c om/
Many thanks,
Oz, has neve known life without Meaty
Forums Motto: For my bro Meaty: Die cancer die !
Please keep him in your thoughts tomorrow as he sets out on the first leg of a a long journey to kick cancers butt!!
Momma has already warned me that Meaty won't be home tomorrow night {at least}.... he must stay with Dr Fingeroth. I am not certain I'll be sleeping well. I know Momma won't be. I think Puck will sleep through anything though.BOL.
When Meaty does finally come home he won't want to play. His face is being cut open, bone and cancer is being removed and metal may be necessary to rebuild him. We are not yet sure if he will be stapled or stitched closed.
He will need thoughts,prayers,candles ....whatever you can spare. A fundrasier in his honor is continuing.
Please read the following for more detail.
Tomorrow , 17th June , Meaty is having his operation. Money donated both privately and from his online auction has cleared Pay Pal and will meet 75% of this 1st stage of surgery cost.
This isn't an end and findraising is still essensially going onand there is much to see on his site. The LINK for which can be found in his Diary on his dogster page.
I know I don't WOOF here nearly often enough. Its my brother Meatball that is best known here a he is one of the *old timers*.
But I really feel the need to WOOF for him right now. You see, my bro has been diagnosed with a cancerous bone tumor near his eye. His Drs say its bigger inside than out and I would never be the one to woof him that his outside bump is quite noticeable now.
All the details are in his diary. Just click his picture on my page here to read them.
Some great pals have made a website to help Meaty fight this cancer but we are not allowed to post the link until we get HQs approval.
We can howlever WOOF about it in a special group thats also been created by those same great pals. We CAN give you the link there as groups are privte.
Please join the Meaty group and show him some love. He really needs it right now.
Some naughties just aren't worth it ..... even the ones where you don't even know you're being naughty.
Picture this : Mom finally got the old boy off his butt { she used another word for it that I think HQ would frown upon}.
As shes *commando cleaning* he {in typical male fashion according to Mom} started whining about being bored. {You see, he lost his job in February}. Thing about the old boy is this , he is perfectly happy *riding the couch* as others work around him ....... until he wants/needs something.{Thats a whole other rant}
When he whines he's bored Mom knows something is up BUT ..... she also takes advantage of it :}
She assigned him the pond. My pond. Over the winter it got pretty green and certainly gross. His assignment : drain, scrub and refill. He dragged out the wet/dry vac and got to it. Well, the thing fills up pretty quickly and needs to be dumped several times. We usually walk it down the driveway and drain it into the storm sewer but not this time. The old boy decided he wasn't THAT bored and his assignment was icky so his lazy butt chose to dump all that icky , stinky water not far from the pond itself- where all we puppers play.
Mom finished cleaning the Florida room and not knowing the old boy had changed protocol, let us out.
I decided a good roll in the icky was a great idea and plunked right down to have a good roll. By the time Mom finished with Puck and turned around I was soaked in ICK from nose to tail !! She called me off, reeled me in and about fell over. I was wet,smelly,green and ....had SLUGS in my fur !!! She quickly ascertained that there was NO WAY she could/would get me through the house to the tub so she whipped out the hose. She shot leaves and slugs everywhere then gave me a good scrubbing.
Now that doesn't sound like too bad a deal to most of you I know but remember this ..... I am a Buffalo pup. Buffalo-where 63 was referred to as a *heatwave* on the local news last night. I guess that put the water temp at about 40 degress?!
Being a Husky who loves the cold DOES NOT apply to cold baths. I actually started to cry so Momma made the bath a quickie.
I won't be pulling that naughty again ........ and I don't think the old boy will either after the ay Mom *lit him up*. BOL
I am not allowed in the bedroom .......and neither is the old boy. ROTFBMTO
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