Age: 10 Years Sex: Female Weight: 51-100 lbs
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May 5th 2003
March 4th 2003
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
huntington beach, Laurel canyon dog park, Cayucus, Los osos, Morro Bay. Topanga!
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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|March 18th 2004
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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.
May 22nd 2012 7:26 pm
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I wax poetic for a rare moment. The most magical thing has happened. After great trials and tribulations, my mom, yes folks, my very own human person has found a really great big man dad person to be my dog papa. He is very tall and talks so softly to me. He speaks in a silent little language that only a dog can understand. You see my mom was very lost for a couple of years. As I am actually older than her now I can reflect and call upon my accelerated dog-year knowledge to illuminate the mom thing. She was corn-fused by all they other boy-dogs. They would pretend to be good and nice and secretly were very bad and din't like me at all. So I suffered in silence knowing that my moms love would conquer all. Boy was I right! The really great part was that he was already in her life and a friend - so when she finally brought him to meet me I was in a good frame of mind. He pats my head and takes care to pet my ears and cuddle me. Sure he cuddles mom more but that's because he doesn't want her to be jealous of our special bond.
SO things are getting really good. I think mom is going to move to his dog hous in the pretty place where we ride for two hours to get there every week. If she does thn I can spell the nice barn-y smells and make friends with those really huge dogs they call horses. So far we do fun things and mom and the dad person smile and sing together a lot. Also he give bacon. I love him and so does mom. The BEGINNING!
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