Jericho


Standard Poodle
Picture of Jericho, a male Standard Poodle

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Home:Charlottesville, VA  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Nicknames:
Cardinal Richelieu, Jerry

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

Badges:
Rainbow Bridge
Quick Bio:
-purebred-dog rescue

Birthday:
June 15th 1999

Likes:
The BALL! leather couches, ear scritches, car rides

Pet-Peeves:
Not being able to find the ball, not being allowed to sleep on the bed

Favorite Toy:
The frisbee! The BALL! Booda Bear!

Favorite Food:
Cheese--any kind of cheese.

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere with his humans, Azalea Park

Arrival Story:
Jericho came to us from a poodle rescue.

Bio:
Jericho is friendly, but can be toy aggressive around other dogs. He's snapped at other dogs once or twice, but is generally friendly. He's gradually discovering that he does like playing with other dogs, he's just bound and determined to make sure there's a pack hierarchy and that he's at the top. He adores his human companions and will snuggle up to anyone. Jericho became ill on Monday, 30 March 2009. Acute kidney failure just came out of nowhere. On Friday, 3 April 2009, we helped him across the Rainbow Bridge. We'll miss Jericho tremendously, he was a good dog.

Forums Motto:
fifty pound lap dog

The Groups I'm In:
City of Dogs, StandardPoodles, Virginia Dogs

The Last Forum I Posted In:
Gluten Free Gifts for a "Toy Distroyer"

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

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
185051


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Joshua ain't got nothin' on me.


I should be embarassed.

January 29th 2006 5:22 pm
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Mom has a new flickr account. She loves posting pictures of yours truly. I don't really have a big head and an ego the size of Jupiter, she's just obsessed!

She says you can find pictures of me by searching under my name on tags. Apparently nobody posts pictures of old cities, whatever that means.

I got to go hiking yesterday--Mom posted some of those pictures. She didn't take pictures of me when I tangled with some thorn bushes. She had to put the camera down to deal with that. I think she bled more than I did. She should grow a curly coat of protection!

 

I don't remember a thing.

October 12th 2005 2:24 pm
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Dad got up early today. Well, I woke him up earlier to open the door. Anyhow, a couple hours later, he took me outside and then he said, "let's go for a ride!"

Wow! Dad never takes me for morning rides. He took me back to the vet's. I like the vet. They're nice and tell me how beautiful I am. I don't remember much. They took my blood and Mom says they cleaned my teeth, clipped my toenails, and plucked hair out of my ears. I don't remember anything! I just remember waiting for Mom after I woke up from my nap. She wasn't there, but there were other people there who thought I was really cool.

Mom came and picked me up. Just now, she fed me, but she didn't feed me enough! Dad didn't feed me this morning and now Mom says something about "going slow so I don't get sick". WOMAN! I need FOOD! I am a big boy and I need sustenance!

 

Cruel mistress.

September 8th 2005 2:08 pm
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Mom just tried to give me some green stuff. Now, I love green stuff, especially the fescue that Dad hates to mow. This stuff smelled weird, but I love Mom, so I ate some tiny bites. It was horrid stuff! She calls it "fennel". I thought she wanted me to eat it all and was really worried, but she told me I didn't have to eat it and laughed at me. I was so perturbed I had to come into this other room and rest. Dad never tries to give me weird vegetables.

Fennel. Can you believe it? I'm not even sure why she would eat the stuff, but she does eat some weird things. Can't she tell how horrible it smells? I know she doesn't like good smells, but why would she like bad ones?

I'll have to look at her with sad eyes all evening so that she feels sorry for me and gives me some pumpkin.

 
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