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Leave a bone for Elvis
Nicknames: RELVIS!!! (As is Ru Ro Raggy it' RELVIS)! Elv, Pelvis, Wo Wo, Dr Evil, Smelvis, Albert (of all things!), Puppy pants, Melvin (sheesh), Bear Paws, Clydesdale, Wicked
Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Likes: Eating tissue paper. Uh huh huh...singing to other dogs (bark, bark, I aint nothing but a hound dog) Chasing tennis balls, bikes, leaves, birds and bits of paper
Pet-Peeves: Being told to sit and wait while I get ready for work. Not being allowed to chase the cat or chew tissue paper.
Favorite Toy: Now it's any toy my new baby sister drops on the floor. It used to be a smelly white stuffed teddy bear - who has no nose or eyes and needs constant repairs. See photo of Elvis kissing his bear below.
Favorite Food: My owner is really boring and I only get dog bikkies. I do get leftovers on some occasions... love leftover pork ... mmmm poorrkkk.
Favorite Walk: Cooks beach, any beach. Water, walks in autumn with the leaves falling off the trees. Windy days.
Best Tricks: "The Bear" is my best trick. My dad tickles my tum and I sit up on my hind legs like a big black bear. Can sit, stay and down really well too.
Arrival Story: I was actually looking for a small dog, and found a photo of one of his littermates on trademe.co.nz - and I fell in love. Elvis got his name because of a text from my mum, who had just got out of hospital (she called it jail). So of course, dog with funny hair, good pelvic wriggle and the jail-house rock all equal "Elvis" ...
Bio: I love to run and play with other doggies, love to chase birds and swim in the sea early in the morning. I'm not so keen on being groomed especially when my winter coat has grown out and I am all shaggy shaggy. Then they go and cut my hair and it's cold. I sulked for 3 days last time they cut off my winter coat. Secretly I don't mind being clipped in the summer, as it's so hot being black and woolly.
Forums Motto: Chase all birds & wascally wabbits
The Groups I'm In: Schnauzers Rule, They Might Be Giants
I've Been On Dogster Since:
Hi My name is John & I am Elvis's new Owner/Dad. Nicola & Shane (Elvis's previous Owners/Mum & Dad) have had the joy of a new born son. Unfortunately for them they were unable to keep Elvis with the impending arrival as he is a bit of a handful with needing alot of exercise and can be clumsy around children. He does tend to accidently knock them over. Anyway Nicola started a search for a new home for Elvis when she was around seven months pregnant. At around the same time I lost my much loved dog Trump who was also a Giant Schanuzer Poodle Cross. Coincidentally we both contacted the same Giant Schnauzer breeder off the Internet. Nicola was trying to find a home for Elvis and I was trying to find out the history on Trump as I had adopted him from the pound several months earlier and had no history on him. To cut along story short we both met and Nicola was happy enough for me to have Elvis and I really liked him as he was so much like my boy Trump. Both Nicola and myself could not believe how much the two dogs were alike to look at (I showed Nicola photos). Nicola gave me the contact details of where Elvis had come from in Tauranga and i contacted the breeder who gave me a list of where all the puppies went to. After some detective work I traced my original dog Trump (previous name Merlow) to a family in Kumeu Auckland. So it turns out that Elvis and Trump are actually brothers from the same litter!!!!!!!!!!!.
I am not a great believer in the after life but I tell you that when I lost Trump I was so distraught and that I wrote euology to him. In the last few lines I wrote: "Goodbye my friend , my companion and my mate. Please be happy and content and I know your spirit will always live and you will somehow give your love again if not to me then to
someone who deserves the love that only can only be given by
a dog. I will miss you Trump my Big Boy all my love your friend John"
Read those few lines again because seven days later Trumps brother came into my life. I love Elvis as much as I loved Trump and both are wonderful dogs. Although I have to say that after losing Trump and the hurt that I felt I now make sure that I spend as much time as I can with my new friend Elvis because we never know how much time we have with our beloved friends.
Ha! I'm still a puppy at heart, but have learnt a few new cool tricks lately.
Like... to sit and wait until my owner has answered the door before I come and say hello to guests.
Also, to sit and wait for my dinner until I am told "ok" and then I can wolf it all down.
Still working on my "recall" - sometimes those birds just have to be chased until I can't run any more... tail up, nose up, wish I could fly kinda guy.
Can do a full "roll-over" and "up"
Really good at soccer now. Shane loves to play with me when he comes home from work, which is great, as he wasn't sure about me when I first arrived ... (cat people hey?) now, he gives me belly rubs and cuddles in the evening and is the one who puts me to bed at night (which is great as I always get a bikky when I go to bed).
Getting really good at wrestling with Uncle Spike the poodle - he and I get it on every morning when I go and stay with him in the country.
Elvis was very BADLY behaved last week. I took him for a walk in a nearby park that is dog off-leash, not a huge park and not fenced, but big enough for most dogs to run around in. We were at the top of the volcano and he was happily sniffing out birds when a couple of boys on the mini motorbikes roared off out of their driveway... Elvis saw this and decided he would CHASE them... so he runs down the hill, top speed to the road (about 300metres) in 1 second flat and follows them as they drive noisily off down the road. Meanwhile I am standing there in all my pregnant glory, yelling at him to stop, as I know he's heading to a busy road... and I can see everything from where I stand. So... off he goes, down to the road, onto the middle of the road and around the corner. Poof! GONE!
Tears of frustration as I imagine all the worse possible scenarios (it's 5.30pm and busy time for traffic) I finally manage to get to my car which is at the other end of the park and go in search of the big black monster. I drove around local streets for 10-15 mins, couldn't see him anywhere, so decided to go to the vet clinic that is on the corner where he turned and disappeared. I left my name and number just in case someone turned him in.
After a little consideration I thought I should go back to the park, just in case he had decided to take himself back there. And guess what. Sitting at the top of the hill, panting and hardly able to walk, was my very, very BAD dog. No injuries, just my ego. So now... he's only allowed off in places where there is little or no traffic...
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