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Likes: Playing hide and seek under the covers, going for walks, singing, his NEW Vets, giving romantic kisses/nibbles, training classes, car rides
Pet-Peeves: The mail carrier, anyone walking in my view (human or critter), staying home, the car wash (the nerve of those sprayers spraying MY car!), getting poked and prodded (teeth checked, nails trimmed by mom)
Favorite Toy: Anything de-stuffable, a squeakie turkey that drives the humans nuts, my squeakie Wubba, anything not mine that I CLAIM is mine
Favorite Food: Pup-Cakes, carrots, ANYTHING that drops on the floor (fair game!), Thanksgiving HAM, chicken nuggets, fries
Favorite Walk: Around our block, going to the park, doggie park
Best Tricks: Sing! Sit, Down, Come, Roll-Over, Come-Crawl, Wait, Paw, Spin, Play Dead, greeting mom at the door with the phone in my mouth!
Arrival Story: Thank you, Diana, for giving Trigger to us, he's everything we wanted, even more.
December 10, 2004, I drove to Michigan to pick Trigger up at his breeder's sister's house. I've never travelled so far on my own, and was so proud that I got there in one piece! It started off early and rough (2 accidents on the same road I was travelling, one took almost 2 hours to clear, and I hadn't even left Montreal!!!!). On our way back, the next day (Diana's sister let me stay overnight), we stopped off anytime I needed to get gas or food and he was great, no accidents in the truck. He loved to howl and I sang with him to Christmas music.
Bio: His dam is Behi Showstopn Trixie D'Lite and his sire is FC Rimfire's Cool Hand Luke JH. Trigger was the first born to a litter of 7 boys and 2 girls. I'm in constant contact with his breeder, and have a website for his puppy family. If you're related, please contact me...I'd love to talk with you.
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I just got this email and thought it would be great to share with my doggie friends...I've seen it before, I still love it
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old
Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa,
and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and
they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family
we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the
euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would
be good for four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt
Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's
family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for
the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on.
Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy
seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or
confusion.
We sat together for a while after Belker's death,wondering aloud
about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why."
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next
stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.
He said, "People are born so that they can learn how to live a good
life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?"
The four-year-old continued, "Well, dogs already know how to do that,
so they don't have to stay as long."
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn stuff like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be
pure ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.
Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle
them gently.
Well, Thursday was my birthday and everyone lavished me with birthday kisses and reminded me that it was my birthday. Mom went and got some smelly stuff Wednesday and poured it on my neck...she says it is to protect me from wormies and tickers...called Revvvvv-o-luuuuuuu-shun. She has to put it on me every month, I hope I can live that long, I thought I was going to die with scratching so much and rubbing it in like crazy (mom didn't stop me). Everyone went to school and work and I stayed home and celebrated, yay me, I slept! When they all got home, it was a rush to get supper and then they all left me again! Dad had to go to a school meeting, "Meat The Teeeechers", and Mom and the girls went to Quire Praktiss. When Mom got home, she didn't want me jumping on her, she fell and had a very fat foot (sprained). I protected her all night and watched where I slept. I gave her my birthday kisses to make her feel better.
Yesterday, things were better, Mom's foot is getting better and I was allowed to get a little closer to cuddle.
Today is the beginning, but there's talk of party planning...oh yeah, Samantha's birthday is coming up, then Mom's...ahhhh, we love September!
Happy Bird-Day to all my brudders and sissers, from Trigger
All the trees are turning green
Spring is here, a wonderful scene
Trigger sits out under the feeder
"Thiz be normal," would laugh his breeder
It's brighter earlier, darker later
Night is when Trigger turns into a gator
He loves to love and be loved
But watch out for those teeth
Your hands should be gloved
The squirrels and birds love to tease
They sit up on wires and branches with ease
Trigger nose is in the air
He knows those sounds, up goes the hair
On his back, he's really got the scent
But all that energy is spent
So he comes inside for a rest
He's so tired and cuddling's best with his mom.
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