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Age: 12 Years Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Leave a bone for Tank
Nicknames:
Tankerbell
Doggie Dynamics:
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Quick Bio:
| -mutt | -pound dog | -dog rescue | |
Likes:
Tracking (completely unprofessional)
Pet-Peeves:
Strangers and the horrible people that live nextdoor
Favorite Toy:
Goodie Ship
Favorite Food:
Breakfast and dinner!
Favorite Walk:
Fields with lots of great smells
Best Tricks:
Duet to "Werewolves of London" with his best friend, Luke
Arrival Story:
During the summer of 1997, I was an intern at a place called Farm Sanctuary in Watkins Glen, NY. One of the farm workers and I started an informal foster program with the local pound. One day in October, I was taking a walk on my day off. My farm friend stopped me and said I should stop by her cabin on the way back because she'd brought home a mother dog and her four puppies. A couple hours later, I went to her house and there was a black hound mix dog with four squirming puppies, each of them different. Three girls and one boy. The sheriff had found them in a field and brought them to my friend. We named the mother Scarlett and I named the puppies Abby, Silvie, Mocha and Fagan. As the weeks went on, I spent a lot of the time with the pups, but kept my distance. They were fosters, after all. Then I noticed Fagan becoming very attached to me. Eventually, he became "Tank," on account of how much bigger he was than his sisters.
My internship was up at the end of November, and my sister came to drive me back to Illinois. When the time came to leave, I found that I couldn't leave Fagan behind. He said goodbye to his mother and sisters and about two hours into the drive, he threw up in my lap. It was the start of something special, that's for sure...
Bio:
Tank was such a big puppy, we neutered him early. The next day he fell out my bedroom window. A month later, he fell through some ice and nearly drown, and a few weeks after that, he ate some D-con. Thankfully, he got through his self-destruct phase within his first year of life, and the next seven years have been quietly uneventful.
Forums Motto:
Tank - he's definately not a beagle.
I've Been On Dogster Since:
| June 12th 2005 |
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More than 4 years! |
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Dogster Id:
157498
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June 13th 2005 2:47 am
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Hello everyone!
Tank, here. I'm Luke's brother and best friend. And, not that it matters, Mom got me way before she got him. We're both rescues, but special in our own way. Luke is health challenged and demands a lot of Mom's time. I, however, am healthy and charming and utterly irresistable.
I first met my mom when I was a couple months old. Someone dumped me, my mom and my three sisters out in a field. We were very scared of people at first, but my future mom and her friend spent a lot of time with us and we soon came out of our shells and let our true puppy natures shine through.
Mom took me back to Chicago with her and I met my new dog family: Meathead, Lady and Bernie (Luke didn't show up for another two years) -- you'll see them here soon.
When I was about a year old, Mom and I moved back to Watkins Glen. We moved in with two of mom's friends and four other dogs who quickly became my good friends. While Mom was at work, I played with the others. When she came home from work every day, she would have a quick meal and then we'd be off hiking in the woods or the gorge with our friends. We even went to Vermont for Halloween and I threw up on the top of a mountain! I went swimming for the first time in my life at a park in Ithaca.
We eventually moved back to Chicago and then on to the Pacific Northwest! We've been here almost five years and the fun never ends.
In April, my pal Luke had a very serious operation. He's back to his old self now, but in one of my pictures you can see me helping him recooperate the day he came home from the hospital.
Life is great!
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