Bob


Border Collie/Breed Unknown
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Home:Treasure Island, FL  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 10 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Bob

Nicknames:
air-bob, bob-chicken, bob-turkey-eyeball

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

Quick Bio:
-dog rescue

Birthday:
April 15th 2004

Likes:
herding stuff, catching frisbees, teasing Mugsy.

Pet-Peeves:
the UPS truck!!!! and having my collar grabbed by anyone but mom.

Favorite Toy:
a frisbee, Mugsy's brain

Favorite Food:
ice-cubes, any and all cheese, pizza crust, raw meat, bones, and organs.

Favorite Walk:
to the doggie park

Best Tricks:
catching frisbees, opeing sliding screen doors, ringing the bell to be let outside

Arrival Story:
Just a pound dog who needed a new home.

Bio:
I am a really good doggy. I really try hard to please people. I just have lots of nervous energy that must be burned off. My mom says she is really proud of me, and can't believe anyone would give me up. She says I'm real smart.

Forums Motto:
I'm a Genius!

The Groups I'm In:
Border Collie Bay, Cesar's Dogster Pack, Raw Fed

The Last Forum I Posted In:
What to Include in a "Thank You" Letter to a Shelter

I've Been On Dogster Since:
July 22nd 2005 More than 8 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
172250


Meet my family
Fritz-ADOPTED!
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Bob 4-1-1


UPS Truck-1, Bob-0

April 29th 2007 8:41 am
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I heard IT before i saw IT. Or maybe my sixth sense kicked in, letting me know that IT was in the vicinity. But before mom knew what was happening, I lept upon my nemisis, my enemy, my cryptonite...the UPS truck.

No, silly woman!!!! I will NOT "Leave it, Bob." Are you CRAZY????? Here I am, trying to rid the world of this evil being, and you want me to "Leave it?"

Must...regain...composure....if I let her think I won't leave IT, then our trips to the field where I am most likely to encounter IT will be cut short. The planet will be in danger. I must fool her into complacency. It is for her own good...and the future of the human baby...free to live in a world absent of the Big Brown Monster....

 

The Family Scape-Dog

April 17th 2007 6:13 pm
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Mom forgets Kona is so tall. She put the three pieces of pizza on a paper plate for daddy on the counter. Well, when daddy went into the kitchen, all that was left was the paper plate on the floor.

He yelled at me!!! How would I get up there? Sprout wings and fly???? I mean, I love pizza, but this time I'm innocent. Mom told me not to worry. She gave me and ice cube and a piece of cheese and told me I'm a good boy.

I love my mommy.

 

On Birthdays and Poop

April 15th 2007 6:44 pm
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Mmmmm. I think in a previous life, I was a human rest-room attendant. I'm still compelled to accompany mom there every time she visits. I would love to hand her a towel or comb, but come on! I'm a DOG, for Pete's sake! I do the best I can. I get real close to her face and stare into her eyes,telepathically asking her if she'd care for a towel or comb.

Occasionally, she accidentally closes the door before I can follow her in. (Because she would NEVER lock me out on purpose, right? After all, she gets to witness all MY doodies. She even picks them up and carries them around in a bag for a while. Inspects them, she does, and will even comment on them sometimes. "Oh, a little loose. More bone for you tomorrow, Bob.") When I'm shut out, I lie right next to the door. I know she's sorry she forgot to let me in, because when she comes out, she's so happy to see me, she'll nearly fall right on top of me! She'll say, "Oh, whoops!" See? Whoops---as in, "oh, I forgot to have Bob watching me pee."

I do feel kinda bad for humans. They never go on the nice, cool grass. For some reason, they prefer a tiny room. And for those occasional "hanger-oners" instead of scooting their butts along the nice cool grass, they use our paper!!! Yes, the very paper that is hung on a rolly thing so we can have fun dragging it all over the house. What a terrible mis-use of our toys.

Right before the human baby came, mom got real fat. Just around the tummy. And she was going (with me right behind her) into that bathroom 20 times a night, it seemed. How is a dog suposed to get any sleep with that going on? Once the human baby came, she would cry all the time at night. Mom would feed her (lucky baby...when my dog mom feed me, I had to battle 6 other puppies for a nipple. Human baby has 2 all to herself!) then go change the diaper. Well, I have to go witness that, too, don't I? And sniff the contents of said diapers? I must be PRETTY special, because mom doesn't carry around human sister's diapers, or tell her what a good girl she is when she poops. I've got to take my human baby under my wing, and show her how to poop and get praise and treats from mom.

Oh, today is my 3rd birthday!

 
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