Photo Comments Age: 17 Years Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
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Dogster stats for Sugar-bear
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Cookies, Pizza Crust, Treats of any kind
Very protective, doesn't like anyone, anyone, touching or coming near HIS master.
Dog cookies, any kind.
Loves going to the dog run, beach and bike path. Can't get enough.
Sugar-bear was brought to the shelter by animal control officers. He had been a stray. He was skinny, matted and dirty. His stay was only a short one. I knew from the moment I saw him that I loved him. He and we have adjusted just fine.
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|March 18th 2004
||More than 12 years!
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
January 7th 2007 4:22 pm
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While I was in the city, I ate a whole bag of chocolate chip cookies. They're lucky I didn't r e a l l y get sick. So the guy got a tetnus shot, I was traumatized for life! Kidding, I really am sorry for the bite, and that's all.
Next day my mom came and rescued me. She brought my soft re-cycled leather jacket and my regular cookies. I was so happy to see her, I almost peed on the floor. Good thing I didn't, those kids would have thrown me out the 14th floor window.
As I walked to the car lot I felt so relieved to be back with the one person who would never hold anything against me. She knows how tough it's been for me. As a bonus we stopped at a pub on the way. Everyone stopped and petted me and said how cute I looked in my jacket. I was on a porch and watching all the citi-dogs passing by. It ended well. And, I really love my sister, but she'll have to come visit. No more city for me!
January 7th 2007 4:09 pm
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Oh, I thought It would be a great day. I got to go in the car with my human-sister. I went for a long ride. Then, she parks the car. I'm not anywhere near my house. We get out of the car, I panic as usual on the end of the leash, and wouldn't you know it my collar comes off! There I am in a very busy city. So, I freeze. She re-attaches my lead and we're off again. I'm so excited, cars everywhere, noise, new smells, lots of people, I can't believe it! I wonder where I'm going.
We walk a good distance. Then we enter a fancy building, go into an elevator. I'm shaking all over, not sure what an elevator is. And then the door opens, we walk a short distance and we enter a big apartment. O.K. so I'm visiting, right? Time passes, and I have accidents (that's right - more than once ), the plural form, multiple accidents. They really were accidents! What was I supposed to do? Where is the back yard here anyway? Everybody's mad at me. I think I' ll go hide. So, I try to get away and go under a bed. How am I supposed to know it is the wrong bed? I just know that they can't see me here. And I want to go home. NOW. Oh no, someone is trying to get my collar, get away I growl, get back, don't touch me. And then I did it. I bit that hand. But, I'm not coming out from under the bed. I can't believe it, they're taking the bed apart. I can't get away from them.
Oh, human-sister is home. Maybe she'll take me home. Oh, no, she is just as mad as everyone else. "He did what?! You bit my roommate? Bad Dog"
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