"See? I'm artsy AND adorable!"
Age: 10 Years Sex: Male Weight: 1-10 lbs
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"The Petfinder photo that caused Mom to fall in love with me."
"Mama's delight, and he knows it!"
"Foxy Cutest Canine."
"Lap time is happy time :-)."
"Check out my cool new backpack!"
"All dressed up and no place to go...."
"Admit it--I'm just TOO cute!"
"Mom and Dad went to Build-A-Bear today, and instead of stuffing a bear, they bought me this camo fleece hoody! I like it :-)."
"And then they had the bright idea of putting up the hood and adding sunglasses. Yikes! *sigh*" [See My DogsterPlus Photo Book]
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Fox, Foxy, Little Man, Mr. Ferocity, Ferocity Fuzz, Hell Hound!
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August 1st 2003
Fierce barking and growling, eating, peeing and standing on shoulders, in that order.
Big Dogs! Anyone or Anydog eating. He wants ALL the food, all the time, and he's dang sure not gonna share if he can help it!
Merry Man. Anything that squeaks (yes, Merry has been known to squeak :-).
The kind that fits in his mouth, and a lot of it!
Walk? I speeet on your "walk"! Run, leap, or prance maybe. But never, EVER anything at the speed of a walk.... Because of that attitude, Foxy only gets to "walk" in the yard, unless he's on a leash :-).
"Growly play"--if you tap your hand next to him, he growls viciously and shoves his head under your hand so you can pet him. He can also jump about 4' straight up--literally!
Foxworthy joined the pack on July 30, 2005. We traveled almost 150 miles to central Oregon to adopt him from the shelter there. I originally spotted him on Petfinder, put a deposit on him, and they held him for us until we could pick him up a week later.
Foxworthy's past is a mystery, including his real age. Our vet is guessing Foxy is about 2 years old. He came to the shelter as a half-starved stray with a prodigious appetite that continues to this day. He is an escape artist extraordinaire who loves to play "keep away", which could be how he found himself wandering alone and hungry in the central Oregon desert.... He is wickedly fast and smarter than I would have thought possible for a non-Border Collie :-). This little man came to us with some puzzling mental and behavioral "baggage" and NO training of any sort--no potty training, no social skills, and a tendancy to bite the hand that feeds him if he doesn't want to do something! He was neutered while at the shelter, so he was "all dog" for quite awhile, and he acts it! He truly is a confident, ferocious li'l character, growling all the time, even when he's snuggling contentedly in my arms. Growls when he's happy, scared, playful or fighting mad, it doesn't matter. Growling just might be his favorite form of communication :-). Hubby calls him a "cranky Scots git". Hubby would know, as he's Scottish :-). Foxy HATES big dogs, and gives our poor BCs hell every chance he gets! They're afraid of him, too, the big weenies! He's friends with Merry Man, though, and they enjoy rough and tumble wrestling matches, hump-fests and feeding frenzies. Since he came to live with us, he has shown himself to be an extremely devoted, loving, and snuggly one-person kinda canine who would spend 23 hours a day in his chosen person's lap. Luckily for me, I'm his "Chosen One" :-). It's hard to believe that so much character can be packed into a 7 pound package. I absolutely adore my naughty little fuzzy Fox! Welcome Home, Foxworthy!
B-B-B-B-Baaaaad to the Bone!
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January 2nd 2013 8:01 am
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It is with the most broken of hearts that I must let the world know that my heart dog--my beloved Foxworthy Fuzz, was poisoned by a malicious neighbor, along with 3 of our other dogs, this past weekend (December 28th and 29th, 2012), and he didn't survive the seizures/poisoning. I can't even begin to tell you how much we hurt right now! Of the 4 dogs who were poisoned, only one seems as if he might make it (Bitsy). We also lost Ben and Annie to the horrendous act of a hate-filled man. May his soul rot in hell for all eternity. He took from me the light of my world, when Foxworthy died.
Do we ever heal from these atrocities? I doubt I will.
Goodbye, my Darling Fuzzyman. I wish it would have been me.... I love you. Now and forevermore.
July 7th 2009 10:59 am
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Wow, things have changed around here in the past few months! Mom and Dad were heartbroken when first Jasmine, and then Kiki, left this world for The Bridge. Poor Mom. Not even I could comfort her. Nothing did. I was awfully worried about her.
So was Dad, I guess, for in an effort to distract her from her neverending sadness, he brought home a puppy for her. Her name is Fiona (Mom calls her "Pop Tart" because she always likes to pop up and down like some sort of psycho spring), and she is half of my kind of dog (Pomeranian) and half Chihuahua. She's little, and according to charts, should weigh about 6 1/2 lbs. grown. If so, she'll even be smaller than me!
Did I mention that I don't like her much? She wants me to share the Mama Lap, and I don't like that! As long as she stays on the OTHER side of the lap, I'll tolerate her, though. Silly, stupid little girl--she thinks that she can charm me with her wriggling and licking and showing her fat little tummy. I WILL resist her charms, though! I am FOXWORTHY, and the Mama's #1 little man. I fully intend to hold on to that status, no matter how cute the new little furball is!
January 1st 2006 11:01 pm
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Always seem to go "Squawk!!" in the daylight....
I dunno what's the deal around here, but in the last month, 2 of the feathered creatures came to live with us. One is called a "Sun Conure", and Mom named him "Petey McSweet", even tho' he isn't, except with her...
Two days ago, "Rikki" came to live with us. He is apparently something called a "Severe Macaw". He isn't all that sweet with anyone but Mom, either, but at least Dad can hold him without getting attacked, which is a good thing, considering the size of his beak!
Which gets me to wondering--what is it Mom seems to have with these creatures? They aren't as snuggly as I am, they have no fur, and although Rikki can "talk human", it's not like he carries on long philosophical conversations with anyone, ya know!
So I figure it must be the beak. Both these flying creatures have Big Black Beaks. They're hard, they can damage wood, metal, hard nuts, stupid-peoples' fingers, and soft doggy noses! I personally don't see the attraction, but thankfully, they both seem willing to hang on Mom's right shoulder, leaving me my traditional space on her left one :-). So long as they stay offa "my" shoulder, and keep their beaks to themselves, I guess I can accept these new family members--just so long as they stay out of my food dish!
That's all for now. Hope everydog had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
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