Gretchen


German Shepherd [See My DogsterPlus Photo Book]
Picture of Gretchen, a female German Shepherd

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"Hold still Smoke!"

Home:Wylie, TX  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 51-100 lbs


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Don\'t push your luck puppy!

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"Don't push your luck puppy!"

SMOKE! Let go of my tail!

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"SMOKE! Let go of my tail!"

Uberrrrrrrrrrrrrr! It's cold out here!

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"Uberrrrrrrrrrrrrr! It's cold out here!"

Thanks Tinker Toy!

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"Thanks Tinker Toy!"

Approx. 3 years old.

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"Approx. 3 years old."

My beautiful portrait by Rachel-Anne's Mom.

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"My beautiful portrait by Rachel-Anne's Mom."

Me and Tinker Toy relaxing at the Bridge.

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"Me and Tinker Toy relaxing at the Bridge."

1 year at the Bridge. Thanks Pal for the picture!

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"1 year at the Bridge. Thanks Pal for the picture!"

Howllllloooooo? Can I come back in?

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"Howllllloooooo? Can I come back in?"

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The family of Sammy Jo, Forever in Our Heart, Toby Jo, forever loved, Cory Jo, Joey Jo (Jo Jo) and Sarge
The family of Sammy Jo, Forever in Our Heart, Toby Jo, forever loved, Cory Jo, Joey Jo (Jo Jo) and Sarge
 

Nicknames:
Bubbie Wubberton, Wubbie, Bigwadadoghair

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

Quick Bio:
-part feral-pound dog

Birthday:
February 18th 1993

Likes:
Digging, chasing bugs, chewing bones, going for a ride.

Pet-Peeves:
Being told not to dig, Smoke swinging on her tail, hearing the word "Puppies".

Favorite Toy:
Doesn't play with toys other than rawhide and real bones.

Favorite Food:
Iams, treats, bread.

Favorite Walk:
Around the neighborhood and over to the park.

Best Tricks:
Back off and sit and "go run" around the yard.

Arrival Story:
I found Gretchen at the Texas SPCA. I was homesick after moving to Texas. I had always had dogs for company living on the farm in Oregon. There were so many different dogs available. Gretchen (formerly known as Princess) seemed quiet and shy and scared. I couldn't resist. She has always seemed so grateful to be "out of dog prison".

Bio:
I'm not sure exactly how old she is. When I got her in 1994, they told me she was a year old. I think she was somewhere between 6 months and a year old. She's still pretty feisty for an older dog. She has a lot of fun playing with Smoke. I was afraid she'd be really jealous of him when I brought him home. All you have to do to send her in a frenzy is say "Puppies"!

Forums Motto:
Rent me - ditch digging, post holes...

Claim to fame:
Master Tailswinger

2007 Tribute by my pal Francis Rocks:


I've Been On Dogster Since:
April 19th 2005 More than 9 years!

I Was In The:
2006 Valentine's Day Party!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
140766

for 3465 days


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Swinging with the Stars


Remembering Gretchen

July 22nd 2007 11:36 am
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A pal sent us this poem.

I was standing on a hillside
In a field of blowing wheat,
And the spirit of a dog
Was lying at my feet.

He looked at me with kind dark eyes,
Ancient wisdom shining through.
In the essence of his being,
I saw the love there too.

His mind did lock upon my heart
As I stood there on that day,
And he told me of this story
About a place so far away.

As I stood upon that hillside
In a field of blowing wheat,
In a twinkling of a second
His spirit led my feet.

His tale did put my heart at ease,
All my fears did fade away
About what lay ahead of me
On another distant day.

"I live among God's creatures now
In the heavens of your mind,
So do not grieve for me, my friend
As I am with my kind.

My collar is a rainbow's hue,
My leash is a shooting star.
My boundaries are the Milky Way
Where I sparkle from afar.

There are no pens or kennels here
For I am not confined,
But I'm free to roam God's heavens
Among the Doggie kind.

I nap the day on a snowy cloud
Gentle breezes rocking me,
And dream the dreams of earthlings,
And how it used to be.

The trees are full of liver treats,
And tennis balls abound,
And milkbones line the walkways
Just waiting to be found.

There even is a ring set up,
The grass all lush and green;
And everyone who gaits around
Becomes the Best of Breed.

For we're all winners in this place;
We have no faults, you see.
And God passes out those ribbons
To each one, even me.

I drink from waters laced with gold,
My world a beauty to behold;
And wise old dogs do form my pride
To amble at my very side.

At night I sleep in angel's arms,
Her wings protecting me,
And moonbeams dance about us
As stardust falls on thee.

So when your life on earth is spent
And you stand at Heaven's gate,
Have no fear of loneliness--
For here, you know, I wait.

 

For my Big Sister, Gretchen

December 26th 2005 9:09 am
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Howl-dy everywoof. It's me, Smoke, barking in Gretchen's diary. She never did bark here. She was a quiet old gal and couldn't get a woof in barkwise with me around.

This morning, Mom said she had to go sleepy-puppy-go-nite-nite to the Rainbow Bridge. She couldn't feel her back legs and they weren't working very well and her tummy was really upset. She had to take all kinds of medicine but it wasn't fixing her legs. She's much happier now that she can run and play with everypup at the Bridge.

Gretchen lived with Mom for 12 years. We weren't sure how old she was because she came from the SPCA. We've all had so much fun with Gretchen. She was a good dog. Well....except for that little digging habit and stealing my bullysticks. *snicker*

So, any littlewoofs at the Bridge, be on the lookout for her. She's a big brown and black fluffy dog that looks like a wolf. Don't be afraid of her, she only looks scary. She's really nice and she'll let you climb all over her and bite her ears. If you're really sneaky and you've read Tailswinging 101, you can sneak up behind her and grab that long luxuriously fluffy tail of hers and tug it for a ride. Don't forget your playful puppy growl to get her started. And for Dog's sake, DON'T LET GO! I'm sure she's a much stronger tailswinger now at the Bridge!

For my Big Sister, Gretchen, I'm sorry for all the times I ran and told on you when you stole my bullysticks or tore open my Rowdy Friend squeaky ball. I love you and miss you already. *poke*

Smoke, missing his tailswinging partner

 
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