Angel


Golden Retriever/Labrador Retriever
Picture of Angel, a female Golden Retriever/Labrador Retriever

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Home:Miami, FL  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 9 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Nicknames:
Angi

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

Quick Bio:
-mutt

Birthday:
March 4th 2005

Likes:
My Mommy,Daddy,And My Owner(Kathy)

Pet-Peeves:
When Little Kids Try To Ride On My Back And Call Me Horsey

Favorite Toy:
Socks

Favorite Food:
Penutbutter

Favorite Walk:
Beach

Best Tricks:
She Does No Tricks Yet

Arrival Story:
Well My Owner(Kathy) Had Kelly(My Mommy)And Spike(My Daddy) As A Pet Then Mommy And Daddy Started To Like Each Other Then Mommy Had Me!!!Yay Me!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bio:
Oh Boy Do I Lov Playing Sometime If I Can't Find Socks To Play With I Pull On Daddy's Ears He Must Be Really Mad At Me For Doing That But Good Thing He Still Lovs Me!

Forums Motto:
AKA. Little Angel

I've Been On Dogster Since:
July 26th 2005 More than 8 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
173815


Meet my family
KellySpikeTramp

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Angel's Poem


My Poem

July 28th 2005 8:11 pm
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High up in the courts of Heaven today
A little dog angel waits;
With the other angels she will not play
But sits alone at the gates.
"I know that my master will come, says he
And when she comes she will call for me."

She sees the spirits that pass her by
As they hasten toward the throne;
And she watches them with a wistful eye
As she sits at the gates alone.
"I know if I just wait patiently
Some day my master will come," says she.

And her master, far on the earth below,
As she sits in her easy chair,
Forgets sometimes and she whistles low
For the dog that isn't there.
And the little dog angel cocks her ears
And dreams that her master's call she hears.

I know when at last her master waits
Outside in the dark and cold,
For the hand of Death to open the gates
That lead to those courts of gold,
The little dog angel's eager bark
Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark.

 
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