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Sex: Male Weight: 11-25 lbs
|Home:Sunland / Los Angeles, CA ||[I have a diary!] |
Leave a bone for Sebastian
Bastian, Bastinator, Pooch
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October 20th 2000
February 20th 1998
I love people food, getting up on the bed in the morning to cuddle and barking at the mailman. I love to nap on the waterbed and sniff at the front door. I smell visiting cats, possums and raccoons thru the doorframe and bark a warning!
I hate getting my nails clipped. Hey, don't touch my paws! Otherwise I am a happy dog.
My plush red seal comforts me when I'm feeling insecure. I also love "jiggle pets" and my quacking duck.
I will do anything for cheese. I'm also nuts for Quaker oats, dry, right out of the box. There are some new dried chicken breast treats that are so yummy I will do all my tricks to get them.
I love to walk anywhere there are interesting smells. We call it "Going out for a sniff." We walk around the block and that is enough for me. I am getting much better at walks now. I don't pull on the leash and I keep a good pace.
I do a great "high 5." I also sit, stay, rollover, play dead, MORE dead and sit with a treat on my nose until M says "okay." I also will go to the "other room" on command. Mom has started me on clicker training and I am learning even more tricks!!!
My first mommy had heart problems and could not keep me. When I was a puppy I was easy to be with, but as I got bigger it got more difficult. I pulled too hard on the leash during walks and I didn't understand why mommy couldn't keep up. She was very sad to let me go, but the lady at the beagle rescue promised to find me a good home. It was very hard for both of us. My first mommy wrote a wonderful letter about how loving I was. Then my new mommy contacted beagle rescue. She needed someone special to love. I can't say it was love at first sight for me. For a while I kept wondering where my first mommy was. Over time, with lots of cuddles and walks and treats I settled into my new home and grew to love my new mommy. Then she got married and I got a whole new family! I love being the center of attention as the "only dog." ---Oh no! First I get a foster sister, then Phoebe gets to be part of the family! Now I have to share the attention, but I have a great playmate to get into trouble with. Things seem to work out for the best.
I love to play "chase." I use a noisy toy to get M's attention me as I run away. Sometime I take the noisy toy and once the chase is on I lead M into the kitchen. Then I drop the toy by my food bowl. "Hey, isn't it time for a treat?"
I have unusual coloring for a purebred beagle. Some call it "Blue Tick" but I like to think of it as "formal attire." I fit in anywhere with my black ears, face mask and my ermine fur collar. I do shed much more than the average beagle, M says it's about as much in a week to make a new dog. I like producing a furry shed storm on my loved ones so anyone can see they belong to me. Excuse me, I have to go bark at the vacuum again.
Sebastian--it's all about me
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☞Snoop Dog Beagleys, Beagle Buddies, Beagles R Us, Febreze® Pet Odor Eliminator™, For the Love of Beagles, Home Cooked Food and Recipes, I'm not fat! I'm big boned!, Over the Hill, Pet-O-Nomics, The Disney Group, ~~~*♥Dog Park USA♥*~~~
The Last Forum I Posted In:
Beagle Training (long)
Favorite time of day:
Just about 3pm, when the mailman comes. I "go postal", throwing myself at the door. When the mailman clears the fence, M opens the door so I can dash across the yard to bark at him some more. M thinks it is the fastest I move all day.
Favorite kitchen behavior:
I monitor all food preparation by standing on my hind feet with my paws on the counter. Sometimes I will try to lick interesting food that it within reach of my tongue.
Favorite piece of furniture:
The king size waterbed. It is nice and warm and perfect for a nap.
Favorite car trip:
To the groomers! I love the way 'Vonne bathes me.
Riding behind a bike in my cart.
Favorite naughty activity:
Rolling in stinky stuff. Which usually results in my favorite car trip to the groomers.
When you see someone on the street, go up to them. Find out who they are and even sniff them if that will help you get acquainted. Don't put off playing or making friends or doing things for another day. Don't be too busy for a walk or a bite to eat with friends. And like all dogs, forgive easily, love unconditionally and make each day an adventure.
Sebastian went to the rainbow bridge in May 2013. He is missed every day.
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|September 10th 2005
||More than 9 years!
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June 4th 2013 5:32 pm
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The vet came to our home and and helped my darling Sebastian go with dignity and love. Its been really hard. I feel so sad. He was suffering, so it was the right thing to do. But I miss him so much.
June 4th 2013 5:29 pm
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It breaks my heart that dogs get old. I have had 13 wonderful years.
Of course I would like to have more time. The vet told me Beagles are amazingly stoic when in pain. I did not know that. I know that even when he falls and cannot get up, he does not whimper or bark, but just keeps trying to get up until Hubby or I hear him struggling and go to help him.
There are other signs. His hair is falling out in clumps. His breathing is loud and labored. I think there is stuff in his lungs. When I pick him up that puts pressure on his chest and he coughs.
I made an appointment for Sunday for Sebastian. It gives me some time to spoil and cuddle him. Actually, I was not that brave, when I talked to the vet she gently coaxed me into picking a time, assuring me I can cancel or move the appointment. But now I feel some acceptance. I hope I can keep my resolve... At least this week he has been a bit better.
I'm spending a lot of time with Sebastian and feeding him lots of his favorite treats. In some ways I can tell he is feeling better. Last night he came to the dining table and barked at me during dinner.
Sebastian has always monitored the amount of food on my plate as I eat. He used to wait until there was just a bite or two left before reminding me gently with a nudge or a whimper that he wanted to clean my plate for me. I have always spoiled him, not by feeding him from the table, but by taking my plate to his eating area and giving him the last bit of chicken or steak, along with any scraps like the skin or fat after we were finished eating.
About 6 months ago this behavior changed. Instead of waiting until I was nearly finished Sebastian would start getting insistant earlier in the meal. The past few months he barked almost continuously during all my meals at home. We tried putting him in his kennel or outside, but he seemed to make himself sick with anxiety, so we brought him back in and learned to tune it out. My husband has been very patient, but he is ready for some peace during meals. We asked the vet about it, and he said it might be a sign of senility. Last week Sebastian stopped barking during meals. He was still at my side, waiting for a treat, but not barking. I was worried that maybe the large tumor on his neck was impeding his ability to bark. So when he barked last night, I felt a bit of relief that at least he was able to bark if he wanted/needed to.
My hubby jokes that he is just trying to make it so it will be easier for me to let him go. But he knows that is not true. Sebastian has a record of being an amazingly good dog for years and years. A few months of bad behavior does not negate that in my heart. Before the last few months he never soiled in the house. He always greeted me at the door with joy. It is remembering all the wonderful times that makes me feel the saddest. How much he loved the beach. How he used to press his forehead against mine as if we could share thoughts. I'm going to spend some time looking at the photos and videos and then cuddling my sweet sweet doggie.
November 27th 2008 10:39 am
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Well, my sweet foster sister got adopted. By my mom. She says she is a foster mother drop-out. She fell in love (me too) and couldn't let her go. Her name used to be Mitzi, but mom has decided to rename her Phoebe. A new name for her new life.
So now we play together every day. And go for walks. And compete for attention. And all is well in our world. We have so much to be thankful for. Aroooooooo!
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