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Leave a bone for Siobhan
Nicknames: Sha-poopy, Poopy, Poo-Poo, Shmoochoo-Poo Poo, Shmoochi-Poo, Siobhany Poo, Shapoopers, & Poopers.
Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Quick Bio:
-mutt
-pound dog
Likes: Dog treats and cuddles!! (And chasing lizards, that makes my day!)
Pet-Peeves: Going on trips in the car, not getting any cuddles, and being alone. I REALLY hate being alone.
Favorite Toy: My stuffed bunny toy, Kong brand toys, and...BONES!!
Favorite Food: Innova dog food - not to mention my own poop!! Yum, yum!!
Favorite Walk: Around the block, and hiking with my master's dad.
Best Tricks: Shaking - I don't see why it's amazing when I put my paw on my masters, but I get cookies, so I'm not complaining!
Arrival Story: My sister and I (back then my name was Diamond) were trying to have fun in our cramped little cell in the pound, which was very hard since there were other dogs caged up like us were barking to get attention and mabey the rare little scratch on the ear. All we had was food, a water bowl, a tennis ball, and each other. We looked like dirt balls.
Every time someone came by I gave a little "woofle," hoping, just hoping, that they would find it funny and take us (or even just one of us) home. Some found it aggresive, which I don't see why, while others liked us and wanted to be our masters but couldn't afford a dog or were allergic and were walking toward the cats and birds. My life was misary. Dispair. Horribleness. Torture.
Untill one day, one very very good day, two small persons and two big persons walked by. I thought that they would walk straight past, mabye to look at some other dog who had a much better life as a tiny puppy that got all the attention and still so small that they couldn't see, but no. They stopped right there. By me. Looking straight at me. The worker that was walking with them opened the door, and I thought it was a chance for escape.
No. It wasn't. It was even better. The two big persons walked in and started to play with me, giving me belly rubs and scratching me behind the ear right where I couldn't reach. And then, I heard the words that would change my life.
"We'll take her."
I almost cried in happiness, but then realized that was impossible because dogs can't cry. I was soon being piled into a car with the two small persons. I soon found out their names, and later found the names of the big persons, too. We sped past trees and cars and other dogs and so many good smells that I never imagined. We went right into a huge building, that had bright lights right at the top. I ended up going right into a big box, that had no top and had many many little holes on the sides and bottom. I found out that it rolled.
We rolled around the building, with one of the persons steering. When that was over, we got back into the car and sped right back past the trees and cars and so many good smells. When I got out, I had gottan car sick. I had heard about it from other dogs in the pound, but never thought that it was true and that it could really happen. The persons brought me into a small building. Wow, there were so many good smells! Brownies! Moldy bread! Old sweaters! And look, another dog!
She was much smaller than me, and her name was Tofu Rosemary E. W. She was a dachshund, a miniature one, in fact. She hated me. To her, I was an intruder. So that's what I am, I thought to myself. An intruder.
I suddenly felt homesick - homesick to that horrible building I called home. I had a sudden urge to go back and tell my sister about what exciting things I had seen and smelled. I turned around and headed for the door. It was locked. I sadly turned back to my owners, who were so anxious to show me all of the toys they had gotton me.
After a few weeks, I felt at home. I had 4 masters, a cozy crate, toys, a play-mate, and yummy dog food. Much better than what they served at the pound. I very soon got attached to my home, and didn't ever want to go back to the pound again. And to this day, that's where I am. With my fiance, Chewy W. I am a very happy playful little dog, and my masters take good care of me. I live in paradise.
Bio: I'm part Dalmation, I used to have a play-mate named Tofu- she is the Dachshund that my master really hates.. I also used to have a play-mate named Spike, he was also a Dachshund. My masters named him that just to be funny...... but it turned out that he was aggresive. So now he is adopted by somebody who can handle snarrling and growling and biting.
Forums Motto: Did somebody say WEEKEND?!
I've Been On Dogster Since:
Flys. Everywhere. Non-stop. Flying around my head. There is a really big fly problem at my house, if you haven't already guessed. My masters got a fly trap for my fiance and I's house, but it seems to only be making it worse. More flys get attracted my the bad smell of the fly trap, then half of them are too stupid to even get in it! They all end up getting in Chewy's and I's ears. My masters ALSO got this stuff to put on our ears every 2 days, but flys still get on our backs and legs and necks. It really hurts!! Well, I gotta go. I hear my master getting the camara. I'll get back soon!
PS:
My "house" is thekennel that Chewy and I are in duruing the day or just when my masters aren't home, and there are 2 identicle dog houses that we sleep in when we get board. We also have our water in it, though we eat on our "porch."
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