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Likes: His mommy, anything fleece, and to feel safe with his family around.
Pet-Peeves: Hyper big dogs (his cousin, the Malamute) and anyone trying to hurt his "sister" (Alex) or mommy.
Favorite Toy: Sis always takes them away from him.....so he has none. But he likes to wrestle and put tooth marks on mom's arm when he plays too rough. So I'll say....Mom's arm!
Favorite Food: BANANAS!!!! They MUST be greenish! But he also loves chicken, pasta (NO sauce!!!) and balsamic vinegar (yuck!)BTW, Dad did that one to him.
Favorite Walk: Anywhere mom goes.
Best Tricks: The "let me outside" sit and beg look. But he also speaks VERY clearly and says : yes, outside and right now. We're working on "water" and "please", but he's a bit too demanding and impatient for "please".
Arrival Story: I had Alex and her "sister" , Dolly. Dolly was a red, standard Dachshund that was a pound rescue. I had, my girls, it was me and "the girls". I would tell my husband, I'm taking the girls", or "me and the girls" whatever.....so it went.
Fourth of July is pretty big around here and there are tons of festivals and parades, it's just a big outdoor weekend. Well, 4th of July, 1998 my best friend was HUGELY pregnant with her first son, and suddenly called to demand that I take her to one particular festival! I was so scared that she'd give birth right in the middle of Main street, but you didn't dare tell her no because she was very grouchy. We were walking up and down the streets, checking out all the booths and having a good time when we started hearing this kid with a whistle, or so we thought. I was getting a migraine by that time, and she was cranky. We were searching for a particular booth when we heard this kid and his whistle for the last time, I was going to cram it down his throat! I spun to see 4 or 5 small kids with a lemonade stand....and this tiny thing tied to the scaffolding of the building behind us. My friend turned to see this too, and she melted. She asked the kids who the dog belonged to, and they didn't know, but they didn't want him to run infront of a car, so they tied him up. She untied this tiny, scared pup and handed him to me. He was SO thin, SO very sunburned, covered in ticks and hardly any fur. She looked at me and said "I'm having a baby....YOU'RE getting a dog!" I couldn't tell her no, I didn't know what to do! She gave the kids $10.00 to keep the dog until the next afternoon and asked them to bathe him. She also gave them HER phone number, she told me "Don't you worry about your husband, I'll talk to him! What's he gonna' do? I'M carrying his nephew, he won't do anything to me!" I cried the whole way home. Well, late that evening Brian finally came to me and said that Mac had talked to him, and it was fine that we would bring this dog home. By that time I'd decided to nurse him back to health and give him to my mother-in-law. He thought that would be a great idea! Well, days passed and we found out that I was so totally attached to him, and him to me....and that my mother-in-law was allergic to him.....so he's been here ever since!
Bio: Skooter has this strange way that he can tell, about 3 days in advance, when I'm going to have a migraine! He was NEVER trained for this, but he'll get me to the couch, go get my husband and then he won't leave my side. Skooter has seziures, so I think we were meant to be together. He needed me and I never knew how much I needed him.
He also is a hiker, but he's not as calm as his sister is and he wants to check out every scent....and drag me down the mountain side....BUT, when we get to camp, you couldn't ask for a better dog! He also canoes with us, but he's not a fan of his life vest like his sister is.
He is the center of my heart.... my life....and he knows it too. He plays me like a violin.....and I don't care! Truth is....I'd never change him either!
Forums Motto: I'm so cute......can I have that?
The Groups I'm In: ♥♥MISS DIXIE MONROE'S **DIXIE** LAND♥♥, Fancypants Cafe, ~*Dog Park PlayGround and Pawty Place*~, Blanket Babies, C & D CRUISE LINE, Hot Dogs, P*I*F (Paw it Forward), Penny For Your Thoughts, ~Westieville~
The Last Forum I Posted In: Does your rescue/stray have/had food aggression?
Most changed:: Skooter turned 9 in July, and since I've babied him too much, and now taht Max is here and "defends" him, Skoot has turned into quite the jerk! He's become demanding and possesive, but on a positive note he's now outgoing and will do things without me having to be right there beside him.
Fall, fall, fall, fall!!!!! I just LOVE fall 'cause this means that Mom actually *gasp* cooks! And there's that great suff she calls.....pum....kin? OH!!!! That stuff is AMAZING! Look at this! I'm drooling just like Max now!
OOohhhhh, pum kin!
If you've not had any, then ASK YOU PARENTS, YOU NEED SOME!!!!!
MY Sydnee was here the other day and she gave me a fee-fie! We all love fee-fies and have decided that place with the HUGE yellow M over them has the best fee-fies! Mom went to a place called....win dees? Well, she gave each of us a fee-fie from there....oh we ate them, but they weren't as good as the big yello M! Daddy made some last night and they were pretty good. OK, so he dipped mine in gravy, but hey, I'm not complaining!
Things have been very quiet lately, and I'm happy with that. I mean, I'm not a young boy anymore and I like quiet, normal, not wild times. Oh yes, we all have to have them.....but we don't have to like them. I do kinda' miss Ri 'cause it was about 3 or 4 years that I didn't get to see him, then *POOF* he was here and *POOF* he was gone again! His new Father says that Ri has become the laziest dog in the world.....but he's having a good time and I'm happy for him!
Yesterday Mom and Dad were outside in the pouring rain and had this LOUD thing going, when we got to go outside later I realized that things were MUCH different.....there were trees missing! SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE! Someone took our trees!!!! And what WAS that loud thing? And why were they so dirty and tired when they came in? I'm confused!
But hey, who cares, I got a fee-fie with gravy last night!!!!!
There has been SO much going on here, I just don't know where to start! I eman Mommy and Daddy have been taking Bo and leaving, then when they come back everye is REALLY sweaty and smelly and tired.....and they drink LOTS of water. I don't wanna' konw what they're doing, 'cause Max has told me that it's really hard work. It has something to do with a lot of walking and waving and he has to be good for a few hours at a time. WOW, that MUST be hard work! I don't envy him!
Well, I got to see my baby brother, Riley for a little while Saturday. He even spent the night! I liked that! Mommy and Daddy left with him on Sunday afternoon and came home with our baby cousin, Cookie. She's this TINY little Dachshund that has my same coloring.......and to tell a secret......I kinda' like her. Now the first few tiems she came over she didn't like me much, but now I think she realizes that I'm much more her size and speed. She and I have a lot of things in common. No, she's not from the streets, but she did have a really bad start to her life. Because her coloring is so rare and pretty she was bred and bred and bred until she almost died. She lived in a TINY wire cage for the first 7 years of her life and she wasn't fed much and was never let out. Mommy called it a "puppy mill", it sounds horrible! She has a really good life now with our Uncle Mike, but there are some things she does that Mommy and Daddy are trying to change.
We found out that our cousin Bella was in a bad accident and she's now over the Rainbow Bridge. Mommy's been REALLY sad and I've had to comfort her a lot. I think that she's also been really sad about our cousin Bonnie 'cause she got really sick really fast, then she went to sleep. Bonnie is.......was, only 2 weeks older than Alex, so it's scared Daddy really bad too. That's OK, we're all in really good shape and plan to be here for a long time! Mommy makes me sad sometimes though; like a few nights ago she was thinking about Bonnie and Bella and Dolly and was listening to some really sad songs and her face was all wet and leaking. I sat in her lap for a long time trying to make it stop. She kept begging me "Promise me Skooter you won't ever leave me.......promise me." Mommy, I can't make you that promise, but I will promise you that I'll do everything I can to be right by your side as much as I can for as long as I can!
On a much different note, I *finally* got groomed today! I usually get groomed near my birthday because we used to ahve a huge party with all my family here. we didn't ahve the party whis eyar, but I still needed a haircut! Aunt Gina did her usual BEST job and I look fabulous, if I do say so myself! Grandma didn't even know me, and Aunt Stella actually HELD me! Daddy said I look handsome, and Mommy hasn't stopped smiling or taken her eyes off me! I can't wait for My Sydnee to see me tomorrow! OH! And Grandpoppy too! I'll see if I can get Daddy to take a picture of me so Mommy can post it for me. I want to show off! With my hair so short it's a bit cool here in the AC, but that's Ok, that's what Mommy and my blanket are for, right? OOHHH!!! speaking of which, I see Mommy going toward the bedroom! I need to go.....I might miss something!
TooBoy, baby, you are so many things to me...........you're my friend, my "big man", my "little boy".....and my entire heart, life, and soul. You warn me when I'm about to be ill, and you sit with me, holding vigil while I am ill. You run and we play and wrestle.....and we cry when things are bad.......but the entire time you are one of the only constant, true things in my life. On occasion, friends fail me, parents aggrivate me, siblings disappoint me, and life lets me down, but you're alway right there with that cute, sweet smile and that goofy, "woofed" hair telling me that everything is going to be OK.....and guess what? You're always right!
You had such a bad, hard start to life that I feel it's only fair that I do everything in (and sometimes out of) my power to make your life the way I thing it should be. I think you should live like the Sultan of some far off country, having your every wish and whim seen too......and I try to do that. I know that sometimes I fail, and that aggrivates me, but you don't seem to notice, or mind very much so that makes me feel a bit better. You take everything that comes at you in stride. You let me play with other dogs, you let some spend the night and you just "go with the flow" never letting anything upset you. I strive to be more like you. You are.......you are so many things that I can't explain, but you know that most of all, you are the center of my heart. I wuvus woo my widdle man.
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