Age: 11 Years Sex: Female Weight: 51-100 lbs
|Home:Los Angeles, Marina Del Rey, V, CA ||[I have a diary!] |
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Noopers, Tu tu totopos, baby dog, Roobers, Rubes, pupper dogger,probegger, tiny little fluffy dog, iddle snoopy, stealth dog, poopy noopy, scoopy choopy, loopy doopy
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May 5th 2003
March 4th 2003
Meat snacks, water, love, parks, toys, treats, attention on any kind
being ignored, no puddles, mom traveling w/o me
my socks, Other people's socks, Girraffe, paper, expensive shoes, pocupine, hatbands
chicken, tomato soup, peanut butter, salmon, mangoes, quesadillas, apples, bananas with peanut butter in the microwave
Sunset beach in Hawaii, Refugio beach, cayucos, huntington beach, Laurel canyon dog park, Cayucus, Los osos, Morro Bay. Topanga!
Pathetic look, Chasing my tail. Stealing food from any of the weak two legged ones.
Noopy is the head puppy (female) from ZigZag on Ice's last liter. Saddle Hill Labs is an amazing place. My mommy called all over California to find a great dog and Susan Everhart of Saddle Hill Labs interviewed her to see if she would be a good momma dog and she allowed her to come to the ranch. After mommy met my birth mom she had to request a boy or girl and so she said girl, and when I was born she came to visit and at 6 weeks she picked me - cuz actually I showed her I was the best one!
My house is cool because you can run in the house and throw balls. I am also allowed to take up the whole bed and all the covers. All couches belong to me and I flatten pillows like a pro. I used to study really hard for my field trials but I took a year off to find myself and I can hardly remember how to sit. I am good at throwing anything a good distance, accurately. I do smell like popcorn especially in the paw area. My mom took me to meet Julep and Fizz in Carmel Valley and I got so tired my tail didn't work for a week. I also surfed with Jack on Christmas Eve and My tail went out again. I think I need some accupressure or something. I was small and now I'm bigger. My chronic licking fettish is not a passing thing ( sorry Alejo). I fly on all airlines cause I'm a special dog.:) I am also soooo cute.
Eat all the yummy stuff &cuddle everyone
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February 16th 2014 10:11 am
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Well, it's happened...Something super weird. I was begging for mint cookies yesterday and i noticed something. Mom wasn't moving as quickly as usual - she also has been getting really round in the front. I think this is odd - because we have always been about the same size and all. So I decided to make a test - I flopped on the floor and did my patented 'upside down dog' usually reserved for Sundays and special occasions. So I knew she would fall for it. AH HA!!! Just as I suspected - something weird is going on! She was really slow getting down to rub my tummy and she actually groaned and said she couldn't do it. This was the first clue that things were getting bizarre. Nextly - my papa dog is moving big things out of my own personal bedroom. Now there's a big cage in the middle of the room. The last time I saw one of those I was about 8 weeks old. COuld they be getting another dog? That would be ok - if the puppy doesn't know the 'play or die game' - I'm getting too mature for that. Well I must continue to investigate. Wait- now she's bringing in all manner of contraptions. Lots of pink stuff - a round squishy thing and small toys (well my birthday is coming up) maybe the'll be getting me that black pug I wanted. But why is the cage so high up? Hmmmm.
June 8th 2013 3:42 pm
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It has been some time since I have a moment to write. As a maturing nooo dog I have often thought back on my adventures. My mom has always tried to include me in all of her adventures. We have traveled far and wide and used many modes of transportation.
I just want to remember this time before mom marries my papa type person. Heretofore I have been expected to sleep, eat, play at the beach, and beg for treats. It has come to my limited attention that I will have some new duties durring this wedding thing and after.
One I am expected to dress up- that's ok I guess. But thy want me to bury the rings?? First I have no idea what they're talking about. It to mention that I've never been particularly good at the actually burying part. As you know I can dig a hole- but what tends to happen is... I drop the stick or what have you in the hole as I'm digging and it usually is jettisoned bal out behind me as I dig in a rain of wet sand. So this doesn't sound like a good plan.
Seccond: I'm expected to bury these rings - walk down the isle instead of begging for grilling meat at the altering rent. Are you kidding?!?!?!!!
It's bad enough that well be flyin in the bumblebee plane - it hurts my ears. The fact that I'm supposed to ignore meat snacks at any time is unacceptable.
I propose these changes. I could eat the rings thus rendering moot the point of burying them and I would be free to beg and drool at the caterer's tent.
Mom can get back to me - ill be on the couch.
May 27th 2012 2:49 pm
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Each year I reflect . We actually it's more like... each time I pee I reflect. Wistfully sniffing the breeze as I demurely handle 'my business', or "Hurry up" as mommy says. This year I know will be a banner year as I accompany my mom to the wilds of the Central Coast wine country. She hasn't moved m dog bed yet, but I sense something is afoot. She has spoken to the shy lady with the glasses and the bouncy lady with the piano and both have been moving a lot of their things around. Mainly I'm wondering where my squeaky hot dog is?? It could be in the car but might be in the garage. Oh hey - it that a piece of steak?... No just a steak shaped rock. Oh well. Where was I?
Today I barfed my breakfast so mom and her friend took pity and gave me some chicken apple sausage. I know it was a ploy to get me to beg but I was happy to oblige.
IT is getting hot for a black dog these days and I wish we could go to the beach with the sandy feet and the salty water.
Im sick of people asking if I am a puppy. Hello - check out my ruff and by feathers - ADULT DOG ALEART!! Duh...
Well enough of this for bow. I heard there was a hike planned by the tall man who pets my ears softly. Gotta stretch for this one.
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