Sierra Skye


Beagle
Picture of Sierra Skye, a female Beagle

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Home:Seattle, WA  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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Nicknames:
sweet pea, puppy poo-shoes, puppalicious, numnut, moo-shoo, dingo baby, sponge bath sierra pants (cuz she licks a lot), prima ballerina (she'll grand jete onto mommie's lap without warning), sierra scissorpaws, sierra-kin skye-walker

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

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Likes:
Barking, snacking, napping, licking, sniffing, tug-o-war, cuddling under the covers, going to the drive-in movie, papa's stinky shoes, mommie's undies, watching papa cook (he's a chef!)

Pet-Peeves:
Mail carriers, delivery people and trucks, garbage pick-up day, the anti-bark collar, religious solicitors, flies, squirrels and squeasels, the kitty

Favorite Toy:
squeaky squirrel (RIP), mr. lobster (RIP), bunny puppet (RIP), the snake, soccer ball, bully sticks

Favorite Food:
Beneful, greenies, anything papa and mommie are eating

Favorite Walk:
Around the 'hood, Marymoor off-leash dog park, Greenlake, Magnuson (on last resort as that place kind of makes her nervous, all those dogs sniffing her bum)

Best Tricks:
No tricks ... just treats

Arrival Story:
We found out about her on the internet. A nice family had a litter of beagle babies. we sent a deposit, then had to wait three long weeks to drive down to la to pick her up. We had already named her sierra, so it felt like we were going to pick up an adopted baby. We saw her and it was instant love. Can't imagine life without the little bugaboo.

Bio:
Her "real" mom's name is Snoopy. Her "real" dad's name is Buster. The breeders told us that Snoopy was not supposed to have any more litters of beagle babies (she had already had three or four and was due to be spayed). But one day Buster and Snoopy had a secret romantic rendezvous and voila! another litter of babies! so, some might say Sierra was an "accident," but we don't think so. She was meant to be with us. There is no doubt about it!

Forums Motto:
If all else fails, just sniff.

The Groups I'm In:
☞Snoop Dog Beagleys, Beautiful Beagles, Seattle Beagle Bunch

I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 11th 2004 More than 10 years!

I Was In The:
♥Mom♥ 2005 Mother's Day Stroll!

2005 Valentine's Day Party!

2004-2005 Holiday
Picture Party
!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
15971


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The times they are a-changin'

August 23rd 2005 8:49 pm
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It's been quite a long time since my last post, and boy, have things changed around here. In a nutshell ...

I'm no longer a bastard child! Mommie and Papa finally married! I didn't get to go the wedding (something about me + grass + Mommie's white dress = disaster), but they did honor me by donating some cash to the local animal shelter in leiu of wedding favors. How kewl, eh?

I got to spend a week with my Gramma while Mommie and Papa went on a honeymoon. Gramma spoiled me rotten. She even let me sleep under the covers with her. When Mommie and Papa got back, they had a BIG announcement for me. No, not THAT kind of announcement (no honeymoon siblings for me, thank you very much). The kind of announcement that said we were going to move to a new city. I had only really known San Luis Obispo my whole long life, but they promised me I would love, love, love my new home in Seattle.

So we moved across two whole states! And it took 2.5 days in the car. But I was a real good girl the whole time. When we got to Seattle, it was raining. Right away, I had a bad feeling about this new place. But you know what? It hasn't rained since! Isn't that great? But Mommie keeps telling me that I will be in for a big surprise come winter. I'm thinking, how could that be? That this bee-yoo-tee-ful city will become water-logged in a matter of months? Inconceivable, I say.

I have a new neighbor friend here in Seattle, too. His name is Buster, and he is a big golden retriever. He often stares at me in bewilderwent through the fence while I turbo sniff for squirrels. I pretend that I don't like him, but really, I think he's an OK kind of guy.

All in all, I like my new life. It seems that Mommie and Papa are really happy here. I get to go on lots of new aventures at all the lakes and parks, including this awesome off-leash dog park in Marymoor. Can life get any better than this?

 

I'm not fat ... I'm just, er, big-boned!

April 2nd 2005 8:36 am
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It’s been awhile since my last diary entry. Mommie and Papa have been so busy on the computer that I’ve hardly had an opportunity to just sit down and type. And the thing is, I’ve been a bit depressed lately. Haven’t felt like sharing my problems with the world. Until now.

A couple weeks ago, Mommie and Papa took me to a bad, bad place. As usual, they hyped the trip up as “some place fun.” I gladly hopped into the car, as I always do, in anticipation of going to the beach or to the pet store for more bullies. But not this time.

I heard them mutter words, like “groomer,” “eagle-like talons,” and “clipped” as we headed for the door of an unknown building. Immediately, I got the “uh-oh” feeling upon entering. This was NOT “some place fun.” This was a place I had only heard about from my best Schnauzer buddy Zem called “the groomer.”

Just wait one minute, I thought. I am a short-haired, smooth-coated canine. No grooming necessary. And besides, I obsessively take care of myself when it comes to grooming. And then a strange man hoisted me up onto a table and said the meanest thing ever.

“Wow, what a lardass … how much do you feed this thing?”

Excuse me? Me, overweight? Sure, I love to snack. And beg for people food as much as the next beagle. But I maintain my rather svelte physique by eating two medium-sized servings of Beneful per day and partake in three to four walks per week. I have the occasional burst of cardio after a bath where I like to run around the house like a wild banshee and leap onto beds and couches and “swim” on the carpet like a crazywoman.

I heard Mommie attempt to defend my, ahem, heaviness by telling the evil groomer man all of those things, but he didn’t buy it. And decided to punish me for being *sniff* fat. He then proceeded to – look away if you must – CLIP MY NAILS!

I cried out like I was being murdered to warn the other dogs in wait that this evil groomer man had insulted me and was now trying to kill me, all because I enjoy filet mignon and potato chips. I writhed and squirmed and howled until finally the man had to put me over his knee in order to finish this torturous ordeal.

The whole situation upset Mommie quite greatly. She even had to leave the torture chamber and wait outside until it was all over. And when it was all over? The evil groomer man, who had called me fat and tried to kill me, had the audacity to give me a cookie. Like that would make things all better.

Needless to say, I have been quite depressed as of late. And wondering if this situation has occurred for other beagles. I implore you all, my faithful beagle buddies, to send me a message and take this weight, so to speak, off my shoulders by telling me how much you weigh and how much to eat. I need to know that I am NOT in the minority of the beagle world. That us beagles, we like to chow. And when we get older, sometimes we gain a few extra pounds. Is that so bad?

 

Beagle birthday blah

February 7th 2005 8:07 pm
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I'm a little sad today. You see, it's my 2nd birthday and my mommie and papa must have forgotten all about it. No special treats. No big surprises. Not even a walk today. I kinda feel like Molly Ringwald in "Sixteen Candles."

I can't believe they f-ing forgot my birthday.

*heavy sigh*

At least Dogster remembered to change my age from 1 to 2 on my page. Blah.

 
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